Jesus and Lola
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,749
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Epilogue
Thanks for reading my first fic. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
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So, that brings me to the present. I’ve taken all of my antibiotics and the Chlamydia has cleared up. I recently got a job. I work in the mailroom of this big office building. The job isn’t terrible and the pay is high enough that I can afford my own place. I have an apartment; it’s actually only a few miles from Drew’s place. Things have been going well. I haven’t been visiting the bars that much. I’ve actually been doing a lot of reading, some writing too. I got a journal. I haven’t seen Drew/Lola or Sheila since the breakup outside of O’Gradys. I’m kind of happy Shelia left me. I didn’t love her and I shouldn’t have been with her.
I’m looking around in this bookstore for a book a co-worker recommended me when I see a shock of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. It’s Lola. I turn to the left, and there she is. She hasn’t seen me yet. I’m glued to the spot. So many thoughts are running through my mind. Should I talk to her? Should I leave? What should I say? Will she talk to me? She glances up from the book she was flipping through. Our eyes connect. She walks over.
“Hey, Jesus.” I hate it when she says my name.
“Hi, Lola.”
“How’s…Shannon, was that her name?” She knows damned well what her name is.
“Shelia.”
“Ah, yes. How is Shelia?” She says it with a frown.
“I have no idea. We broke up a couple of months ago.” Her eyes widen at that statement.
“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s too bad.” She doesn’t sound sorry at all.
“Well, I’m not...I didn’t love her.” My eyes meet hers.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She looks like she’s contemplating something. A smile spreads across her face.
“Would you like to grab a coffee with me, Jesus?”
“Uh, sure. Um…Lola?”
“Yes?”
“Could you…uh…call me baby.”
“Sure, baby.”
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So, that brings me to the present. I’ve taken all of my antibiotics and the Chlamydia has cleared up. I recently got a job. I work in the mailroom of this big office building. The job isn’t terrible and the pay is high enough that I can afford my own place. I have an apartment; it’s actually only a few miles from Drew’s place. Things have been going well. I haven’t been visiting the bars that much. I’ve actually been doing a lot of reading, some writing too. I got a journal. I haven’t seen Drew/Lola or Sheila since the breakup outside of O’Gradys. I’m kind of happy Shelia left me. I didn’t love her and I shouldn’t have been with her.
I’m looking around in this bookstore for a book a co-worker recommended me when I see a shock of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye. It’s Lola. I turn to the left, and there she is. She hasn’t seen me yet. I’m glued to the spot. So many thoughts are running through my mind. Should I talk to her? Should I leave? What should I say? Will she talk to me? She glances up from the book she was flipping through. Our eyes connect. She walks over.
“Hey, Jesus.” I hate it when she says my name.
“Hi, Lola.”
“How’s…Shannon, was that her name?” She knows damned well what her name is.
“Shelia.”
“Ah, yes. How is Shelia?” She says it with a frown.
“I have no idea. We broke up a couple of months ago.” Her eyes widen at that statement.
“Oh, I’m sorry, that’s too bad.” She doesn’t sound sorry at all.
“Well, I’m not...I didn’t love her.” My eyes meet hers.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She looks like she’s contemplating something. A smile spreads across her face.
“Would you like to grab a coffee with me, Jesus?”
“Uh, sure. Um…Lola?”
“Yes?”
“Could you…uh…call me baby.”
“Sure, baby.”