Re: averything so far

by mac

It was a hot day. The sun was betting down on Robert as he rode his bike down the sidewalk. He could see that the crosswalk had a walking signal that was going he speed up to get throw the signal. He zipped throw the crosswalk. He loved the freedom of rideing. He was on his way downtown. He was on his way to see his girlfriend Morgan. She lived in a apertment that was over a small deli call “John’s deli”. Robert pulled into the ally besides the deli and went in the door on the back of the building and up the staircase to Morgan’s apertment. He unlocked the door with his key and went inside. The apertment was kind of small. It had a kitchen and living room that where all one room. The only other door where to the bathroom and the deck and to Morgan’s bedroom. Robert went into the bathroom to pee. Then he sat down on the sofa and removed his shoes. He peeked into Morgan’s bedroom. She was still asleep. Robert was upset that she was still asleep at one in the afternoon. Robert went to the refrigerator and got a soda and went outside onto the deck. The deck was in a bad place it was out over the frount of the delli. When you where on the deck you could look down onto the small parking lot. The large signs for delli was attached to the deck on all three sides. But it was open the sky and the signs blocked people from seeing people on the deck whe you where sitting down in the deck chairs. But if you was standing up they would only cover you to your chest. Robert watched people comeing and going from the delli that was allways popular with summer tourists because it was close to the sea. Robert turned around as he heard the screen door open. It was Morgan fresh out of the shower and dressed running a brush through her long blow dried brunette hair. She was in a pair of blue jeans and a red captain huggy face T-shirt. Robert snapped a photo of her with his I-phone. Morgan made a face at robert after he did that. She hated it when he would take photos without warning her. Robert allways found it funny and would send them to his flickr before she could delete it from his phone. She would delete photos of herself from his I-Phone even after he sent them off to flickr. She realy did not care but it was like a little flirty game they played. She realy did not care if he had photos of her. Robert and Morgan where at a point in there relashionship that they could be with eachover all day and not need to speek a word. Morgan got close to robert and he held her close. He kissed her neck and stroked her silky brunette hair. She let out a soft moan. Robert’s I-phone rang and robert pulled away to see who it was. It was robert’s best buddy otto. Otto wanted to go surfing. It had been a cupple of weeks since Robert had been SHOOTIN' THE PIPE so he tould otto he would see him down there. Morgan was not to happy that she lost out to surfing with otto so she asked if she could come along but robert said “No this is a BROHAH only kind of thing” Robert went down to the beach and otto was down there otto had robert’s surfboard because otto kept it in his garage because bob only surfed with otto and otto had room for it. The surf was wicked! They went out and started HANGING LOOSE. Otto was an WACKO out on the waves averytime he was out there all the WAHINE’S and some WOOLY WOOFTER’s would line up along the shorefront watching and chearing. But Robert was not as good he was more of a wax eatter. He was so wack! But he tried real hard and no one talked badly about him but he still did not like it. Robert got out of the water and put his surfboard in ottos woody. Robert sat on the beach watching otto surf. “CALI” was hard on robert. He moved here to be around otto. He had meet Morgan after she found him sleeping under a lifeguard stand the night he had flown into California and had not found where otto was liveing yet. She brang him to her apertment and let him stay with her till he tracked down otto. Otto was the one that helped robert find a cheep place of his own. It was a small one room with no bathroom or kitchen or windows. It was realy just a Closet with a lock on the door. It was a place to sleep and hide from the heat. He kind of lifed off the kindness of his friends. It was easy to go down to the boardwalk and play to the people walking past for money to get a slice of pizza if he realy needed to. Sometimes he would just pick someones pocket for money. Lifeing day to day. It was hard on robert. At lest he was with otto he had been roberts only good friend all of his life. He did not know what her would do without otto. He was not even a “Best friend” he was just the most “consistently there friend” there had been people that robert got along with better then otto but they would come and go and not keep in contact as well as otto did. Otto would allways keep robert in the loop about his facebook and twitter and youtube and myspace pages and any surfing sites otto had a profile on and more and more. Otto would call or text robert averyday. So robert was fine just sitting here on the sand. Watching. There was not much to life was there? Eat, Sleep and Fuck. Robert did not do much of the last thing. He loved Morgan but sex had been ruined for him a long time ago. He would do it but it was not fun for him. He enjoyed just being around Morgan a lot. Averything she did was so beautiful. But he still was not allway One hundred percent there with her or at any other time. Robert was allways kind of hung up on the past and how bad things had been back in maine. He should have been feeling good but he never was all the way in the moment at hand. He was trapped in the past or he was thinking “WHAT IF?” and it was allways stuff he had no power over allso. Otto came out of the water and was mobbed by girls. Otto had business cards with his contact info that he would just pass out to them to make them go away. Otto and robert went and got a hotdog and otto like allways payed for it. Robert got a ride back to Morgan’s then he went up into Morgan’s apertment. She asked him to stay the night but robert tried to get out of staying becouse he knew it would lead to having sex for a bed but she was realy not going to let robert go back to his Closet with a lock on the door. So robert let her have her way with him. He woke up the next day feeling like crap he had a shower and put on clean stuff that Morgan had set out for him on the little wooden chair in the bathroom that was bigger then roberts little closet. Mens blue jeans and a green T-shirt. On the back it said “I don’t care what your facebook saids!” but robert did not realy care what it said on the green T-shirt he just wanted the fuck out of there. He went down and got on his bike and just got out of there. He got a text from Morgan that said “Fuck and run, Eh?” But robert did not reply. He realy did not want to hear her bitch about her making him do something she knows he don’t like to do. He hated having sex with her or anyone. He hated the times he needed to masterbate. He hated himself. He hated what sex had done to him and the people he had hurt becouse of it. He did not want to have anything to do with it and averytime it happened he allways felt like shit the next day. He rode fast and hard like he was rideing away from the past itself but he could never realy get away from it. When he got to the sea he stopped. Sometimes he would wish he stayed in maine and died there. Today was one of them days. He wanted to go home but there was nothing for him there. But there was nothing going on here. He had to do something. There was point to just sitting there doing nothing. Wasting time and space. This was getting him nowhere so he started rideing his bike back to his little closet with a lock on it and a bed in it. He had no bars on his I-phone when he was in his little room. the walls where thick concrete and so was the floor and the ceiling was thick concrete as well the hole place was. He would stay inside for days living off of canned food and just blocking out the world and when he would leave his I-Phone would “Blow up” downloading all the calls and texts that could not get to him but where trapped on wherever the data is before it comes to your phone. He would never tell anyone where his room was. It did not matter and robert would not let anyone follow him and otto did not care and he would not tell and allso forgot where it was even after helpping him find it. Otto was like that if it did not matter he would forget it. It made bob happy to have a place to go where he could cut himself off from averything. The world could end and he would never know. 2012 had come and gone without anything happending and that was funny. Some people had been real mad that nothing happened. But robert did not care. He was 30 and he did not care about anything but being quite. He stayed inside for two weeks this time. 122 texts and four voicemails. 56 from Morgan the rest where jokes and twitter updateds from otto. One read “Bob had gone back under his rock,” and that was it. Otto allways called robert “BOB” but robert hated it!