All Grown Up

C h a p t e r E i g h t y F i v e

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Anthonys POV

I sit in the corner of the dimly lit bar, nursing my drink as i watch the ice melt in the glass. Nervously spinning the drink between my fingers i think about how this might go..how i shouldnt have reached out to him, how he might still feel about me..about us.

I texted chris earlier.. i asked him to meet me for a drink to..catch up.. talk..about.. everything, about where we are now.

Honestly my guilty conscience led the way with the text and i fought my hardest to win that battle.. i shouldn't see him. I should stay the fuck away from him, from his family.. i have been a shitty friend and i dont deserve anything but an ass kicking from him.. and he doesn't even know..

I take a swig of my brandy, seething at the burn that ive come to know too well before looking up at the door to see Christian walking in

I run my hands through my hair before i feel my geart rate quicken and the entire dialogue i had planned out vanishes from me..

What did i even want to talk about, what can we talk about.. should i just tell him the truth?

Chris looks good, he looks like he has his life together-i mean obviously, of course he does.. he has julia back, im not there.. what would he have to stress about.

"Long time no see man" chris starts, awkwardly dapping me up as he sits next to me at the bar, taking off his leather jacket and laying in across the back of the chair

I chuckle a bit, sensing his genuine warmth, calming me actively as i feel out the way this conversation will go.

"Yeah man.." i say as a silence settled between us.

I feel like we're both fully aware of why we are acting so guarded with each other, what led to this distance, but just not sure if we should address it head on or not

Chris' POV

After a beat, i broke the silence

"How've you been?" I ask, crossing my fingers into themselves and leaning my elbows on the bar top, looking to him carefully

"You know.. same old, same old" Anthony says, laughing a bit before drinking "ive uh.." he starts, looking to his cup before me "i've had a lot of time to think" he says before the bartender comes up to me, setting a napkin down for me

"Hey man" i look to him

"Hey boss, what can i get you?"

"Uh.. you got sam adams?"

"Yeah got you" he says before walking off to get it and i turn back to anthony, nodding

"Yeah.. me too, thinking is good, you know. Clears the head helps you to see things for what they are" i admit to him as he nods in agreement

I have been, i've been wanting to talk to anthony for a while now-just didnt know how or when.. i miss my friend, and.. i want to believe hes who i thought he was.. but... but i cant if i dont talk to him.. i need closure on what happened that night.. what actually happened..

Both of us are just dancing around the topic of discussion that we need to address

"Yeah" anthony looks down to his drink again, twirling the glass between his fingers as i study his every move meticulously "i've.. made mistakes chris" he admits to me as i furrow my brows "i didnt handle things right.. with you" he tells me as i clench my jaw