Rayn: FishingMature

"Don't mention it,” Matthew said with a smile as I thanked him for the drink he bought me. "How's Kyle these days?"

I shrugged. "I thought he was okay, but I had to find out he'd been fired from his job from someone else, so he can't be that great,” I felt the corners of my mouth turning down a little as my mind went back to obsessing over why he would’ve lied to me about it.

"He probably just didn't want to worry you."

"Maybe, but he was really good at his job. I don't know why they would've fired him."

"They might not have been able to afford as many staff as they have.”

“He was working at a really posh restaurant, though,” I told him, feeling my eyes widen a little as I wondered whether Matthew was right and I was just worrying too much.

“Ask him about it later?” he suggested and I nodded, focussing on my coffee as he suggested that we get to know each other.

“What d’you want to know?” I asked him kinda cautiously.

“Anything,” he smiled.

"I don't know that there's much to say about myself." At least nothing you’d want to hear.

"Well how about what you do for a living?" Oh god.

“Odd jobs. I don’t really have a proper job. I tried to, but it didn’t really work out very well,” I said with this hideously nervous laugh.

"I s'pose that's better than nothing. What do you do in your spare time?"

“Practice guitar, cook, spend time with Kyle. My life’s pretty quiet at the moment,” I smiled. He smiled back and I didn’t know what to say. Was it that obvious that I wasn’t telling the truth? Oh god I’m such a bad liar. “What about you?”

"I'm a man of simple things. Give me a fishing rod or something good on TV and I'm happy." I resisted the urge to ask if he liked Disney stuff.

“I’ve never been fishing.”

"If me and Kyle make up, we could all go sometime?"

“Yeah,” I smiled, feeling my face light up a little. What? It’s not like I ever had anyone to do that sort of stuff with me before. "Could we go even if you and Kyle don't make up?" I asked him innocently.

"Sure, but I don't know if Kyle would be too happy about that."

“Screw Kyle, he knows my dad wasn’t the fishing type.” He looked like he didn’t really know what to say to that and I kind of felt like I should explain a little bit. “Sorry. My dad never really did anything like that with me. It’d be awesome to have someone that would do all that sort of stuff with.” He smiled, and I felt kind of relieved that I hadn’t managed to totally derail the conversation. “And Kyle knows what my dad was like, so I don’t think he’d mind too much.”

“Okay,” he said, still smiling and that was all it took for me to light up like the fourth of July. While Matthew drank his coffee, my curiosity overcame my excitement. One question had sprung to mind before we’d even gotten to the coffee shop, but now I had a chance to ask it.

“What was Kyle like as a kid?” I asked.

“He was always getting into trouble?” he answered with a chuckle.

I giggled at the thought of a smaller Kyle being told off by his mom. “Doing what?”

"Poking around places he wasn't supposed to, getting in trouble at school for not listening or not doing what he was told. He was almost always covered in dirt if his mom asked him to stay clean. A typical kid, really." I giggled again. "For all the trouble he got into, he was a smart kid. He always got good grades no matter how much he misbehaved.”

“Lucky bastard,” I laughed a little, “I was always in trouble and had terrible grades,” I said, earning myself a laugh from him. We smiled at each other and I glanced up at the clock, suddenly noticing it was a lot later than I’d thought. "Looks like it's time for Kyle to get into trouble again,” I said, “with me, for getting fired,” I explained when he gave me a curious look.

“Ah.”

"He should be home soon. Have you got anywhere to stay?" I asked, figuring I should make sure he’s not roughing it.

He shook his head. "Unless you count my car,” he said with a small laugh.

"I can only offer you the couch, but you're welcome to have it, if you want."

"I don't mind. I think it might be better to keep my distance."

I dug around in my pocket pulling out a few bills to give him. "Then get a room at a motel," I said handing him the money. He tried to give it back, though, so it kind of just sat there on the table between us.

"I can't take your money," he protested.

"Why not?"

"It'd be rude of me."

I smiled, "I don't mind. I'm a bit old to be going to college anymore, so it's not like I don't have enough money," I told him, thinking of the college fund I’d been saving up for so long.

"You're never too old to go to college,” he chuckled.

"I never knew what I wanted to do really anyway."

"Well it's always worth having a bit of money to spare, especially in this day and age."

I nodded in agreement. "And I'd like you to spend some of it on a motel room,” I insisted, still smiling.

"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine." I pushed the money back towards him

"I've only got enough for one night on me. C'mon, it's better than sleeping in your car." He took the money, then, and I get the feeling he only took it to shut me up but I smiled anyway. "I'll see you later maybe. Or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. I might've figured out what to say to Kyle by then," he sighed a little.  

“Want me to tell him you’re here?”

“It’s up to you.”

I thought about it for a second. "I might leave it til tomorrow. I get the feeling I might be the one sleeping on the couch tonight."

“Why?”

“I’m not sure he’ll appreciate being told off.” That and the drugs make him the crankiest bitch known to man.

“Well, good luck with it," Matthew said.

"Thanks," I said, getting up. "Thanks again for the coffee"

"Don't mention it, it was nice to get to know you."

"You too. I hope you and Kyle make up."

"Me too,” he said with a slight laugh. I flashed him a smile and we said our goodbyes. I put on my grumpy face and went home to wait for Kyle. 

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