Chapter 10: Befriending an X and avoiding the Ex's
Disclaimer: I am in debt up to my eyebrows. Go ahead and try to sue, the only one who'll get money is the lawyers.
Greg took Xander to a 24 hour diner he was fond of visiting after work. The food was decent, the prices reasonable, and as far as he could tell the rest of the CSI’s didn’t seem to know it existed. This meant he’d have a bit of privacy before they showed up to yell at him for leaving.
Xander watched Greg as he fidgeted his way across the city while driving and then continued to fidget in the diner. “You didn’t quit just for me did you, I mean I’ve only know you what, an hour and a half? Maybe two hours including the drive just now?”
“I didn’t quit for you, I quit for me. I’m just so tired of the bullshit they’ve been piling on top of me that I decided to take a job offer I’d been considering for a while now. You were just the straw that broke the camel’s back.”
“You can vent if you want to. I’ve been told I’m a good listener, Of course I’ve been told I’m a good babbler too, but nobody’s perfect.”
“It’s just that they collectively seemed to decide they could choose what I did with my life and I had no say in it at all. It’s the most frustrating thing on earth to finally get your independence and then have other people, people you thought were your friends, slowly take that independence away until they start getting upset whenever you have an original thought or don’t want to be one of the sheeple that just does what their told and follows the mob mentality with no consideration for the individual.”
“Don’t listen to that music Greg, always do the job that makes more money Greg, why do you want a pay decrease for more work Greg, what are you wearing Greg, no days off for you Greg.” Greg mimicked different CSI’s voices while he ranted.
“Your friends sound like what my friends turned into. It’s one of the reasons I was in the process of leaving MY hometown. I just happened to have one trigger an event that was my last straw and the next thing you know I’m headed out of town on the great American road trip.”
“What was your trigger? Wait a second my cell’s going off.”
Greg looks at his cell shakes his head and turns it off.
“I’m not talking to any of those people until I’ve left town.”
“How will you get your stuff?”
Greg smirked, “I moved from one furnished apartment to another on my last day off. Most of my stuff is still in storage since I hadn’t had a chance to unpack anything yet. The only stuff I’d had in my new place was my laptop and my clothes. My laptop fan stuck yesterday and I dropped it off for repairs on my way to work. I was planning on doing laundry on my way home. All I have to do is contact the landlord and get him to pack up the few things I still had out and ship them to my new house. The new place was only a three month lease and I paid in full. I bet he’d be more than willing to get everything packed and shipped if I forfeit the deposit.”
Xander shook his head, ”Better fax him a letter to authorize it otherwise your buddies are liable to arrest him.”
“No kidding, I bet if I drove up they’d be at the door before I got my keys out of the ignition. So I’m not going to deal with it.”
“What about your stuff in storage?”
“That’s the best part, I rented a POD. You know what those are right?”
“Sure we used one on my last job site to store construction material.”
“Most people don’t know that you can have one shipped anywhere you want even if it’s already filled. That’s how I was planning to move everything to my new place. I had originally planned to go house hunting and settle down a bit more but now I’m glad I didn’t. I can just have the pod with my stuff in it shipped to Miami when I find an apartment.”
Xander snickered, “I wonder how long they have someone keep tabs on your apartment before they realize you’re not coming back?”
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Greg dropped Xander off at his hotel where he promptly checked out. Xander had no wish to be interrogated by people that would remind him of his previous friends. Greg had promised to email Xander with his new contact info when he’d settled into an apartment in Miami and they had plans to share a hotel room in Atlanta for the scifi convention over labor day weekend. Xander had considered inviting Greg along for the rest of the road trip but he’d decided it would be kind of awkward to have someone he’d known for less than one day essentially moving in with him. Not to mention having to explain Spike as an updated version of The Cat Who Walks Through Windshields.
Hopefully Greg would be a good friend to have in what would become his new home.
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Xander and Spike were back on the road again. This time they headed back to the coast and up the Pacific Coast Highway . The views were gorgeous. After a leisurely drive up the coast and a short stop in Seattle to visit a major geek mecca (Wizards of the Coast), the twosome were about to head to Chicago when they decided to make one last stop. Xander pulled over to help a man with a flat tire who was obviously a big sports fan, his team logos were all over his car. As thanks he’d given Xander four tickets to the next game for his team. He was a season ticket holder and on his way out of town for a business conference. Xander changing his flat kept him from missing his plane. The man told him to keep one for himself and do whatever he wanted with the other tickets.
So now Xander was on his way to his first Major League sporting event to watch the Jags make another run for the national title. Both Xander and Spike were looking forward to going to the game, it would be nice to do something that get’s the adrenalin pumping without being in a life or death situation.