Remembering Sunday

Hours later, I lay in bed, listening to one of my favorite All Time Low CD's on repeat. I found I just couldn't fall asleep. Was it because I was anxious about seeing Austin again tomorrow? Was it because of my (mild case of) insomnia? Or was it just the fact that now that I live in San Diego, I felt out of place, out of my element? No, that's ridiculous. I've been wanting to live here for years. I should be relieved I finally did it, leaving all of my past behind me.

I turned over and just as I started to drift to sleep, I heard a little scratching sound. I groaned internally and immediately knew what it was.

"Goddammit Rosco." I huffed out of bed checking the time. 3:54 AM. "Out of all the times you have to potty, now is one of them?" I walked out of my room and walked out into the living room searching for the leash. After finding it on the cluttered kitchen counter, I managed to hook the chain on his collar in my disorientated state and together we walked out into the brisk air of the beautiful San Diego. Okay so maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration; we didn't walk together, Rosco practically pulled me outside.

"Man, fuck this time change." I muttered. Over in Florida, my home state, it was about 8 AM. Later when we got back inside, I decided to call my old friend Ryan. He should be getting his coffee ready for college. Mmm... coffee. Now that sounded really good. Maybe if I'm still awake in a few hours, I'll go get some. With directions this time.

I dialed his number and waited till he picked up.

"Mexicano! I heard you moved to Cali? What the fuck, man?! You didn't even say goodbye." He didn't sound mad, he sounded actually kind of sad saying the last sentence. Despite that, I smiled at the old nickname. He had started calling me that in the fifth grade. Or well, almost in the fifth grade, it was during summer actually. I had taken a trip to visit some relatives half way across the country and he was the only one to talk to me all break.

"I did come and say goodbye. The last night in state I did. You were already too drunk to even recognize me. We were supposed to party together but you were already gone." I laughed sadly at the memory.

"Ah fuck. Yeah, now I remember... sort of. Shit, I'm sorry. I guess I just didn't want to se-Oh shit. Fuck. Ow!" There was a loud thud coming from the other side of the phone.

"Uh, are you okay? Did you fall or something? That sounded like it hurt." I cracked a smile. He was always accidentally hurting himself. He then explained he tripped on the last step on the stairs in his apartment building.

"Alright well I'd love to stay and chat with you, but I gotta get on the road. And you know how I am with being on the phone and driving." He said. And I could still hear the bit of sadness in his voice as he said that. His brother had died in a car accident when someone was texting a few years ago. Ever since then, he had vowed to never use a phone while driving. And yes, that included during stop lights, I asked.

We said our goodbyes and when I looked at the clock it was almost 5:30. And I didn't feel tired at all. I considered staying up and working on the kitchen but decided against it. I think I should just go and lay back down. So I did for a few hours, still listening to All Time Low but I changed the CD to Dirty Work. Soon I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

Notes

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