tests than for me to get there.
I light a smoke , as I enter the ramp. Pulling directly in front of the first place to test, this place is a freaking mess. Without a doubt, I’ll need a dredger, but I still need to double check for paperwork purposes.
My waders are in the toolbox in the bed of the truck, so I slip them on over my jeans and go to the area. I pull out my notepad to track everything. Geez, the men working here left in a hurry when the rain hit. They left wood and rebar all over the place. They never cleaned up the concrete rocks that are in clumps from the last concrete pour either. I jot it down in my notes, this is unacceptable.
Headlights appear, entering the ramp. It must be Ron coming to give me a hand, no one else knows I’m here besides Dax. He parks next to my truck leaving the lights on. His lights brighten the place up a little more, but it’s still hard to see anything out here. There’s not any side roads yet, therefore, no streetlights, no traffic or anything. I continue my evaluations.
The truck door slams, but I can’t see him, the lights are blinding me. I look back to my stick, trying to get white spots out of my head from the headlights when I hear him nearing me.
“ Hey Ron, this is one big clusterfuck dude. I’m glad you called. We’re definitely going to have to get that pump down here to clear this water out, or we’ll be on hold for another two weeks.”
“I’m not Ron.”
I’d recognize that voice anywhere. I jab the stick into the mud and turn towards him.
“Aaron, why are you here? What the hell is going on? ” I cross my hands across my chest in defensive mode.
“I told you I needed to see you, to o talk to you Damien.”
“And I told you no. Wait, how did you know I was out here?” Instinctively, my hands drop to my hips.
Aaron reaches down, grabbing a two by four lying on the ground. His fingernail chips the wood splinters off of the end. One end of the board sticks into the mud on the ground, the other end, is what he’s fidgeting nervously with.
“You didn’t answer my question Aaron.”
“I made the call to your house.” He drops his head, almost looking shameful, and definitely guilty.
“ Whoa, what did you just say? You called my house pretending to be Ron? Seriously?” I’m fucking pissed, how dare him.
What in the hell is going on with him? Who does he think he is? He’s mad and upset, I already knew that, but to try to trick me to get me away from the house, away from Dax, is pushing things just a little too fucking far. That crosses stalker lines, I’ll be damned if that happens.
“You need to leave Aaron.” I pull my cell from my pocket.
“Damien, just let me explain, please. I love you, I really do.”
“Dude, I think you need to get your head checked. Maybe you should have thought about that before you brought the hard dick into our bed. You don’t even know what love is Aaron. Just leave before I call the cops.”
I’m beyond pissed right now, I’ m freakin’ livid. How dare this bastard!
“Just tell me you don’t love me, tell me Damien.” He pleads with his hand out in front of him.
“I don’t love you Aaron. I’m sorry, but I just don’t.” My arms drop to my side, my cell still in one hand.
“You’re lying, I know better. I guess you think you’re in love with that pool guy huh? Is that what this is all about?” He drops the two by four board and shoves me in the chest demanding an answer.
Instincts kick in overdrive. I stomp back towards him and wrap my fingers around his throat. His eyes bulge a bit, and there’s no readable expression on his face.
“ Have you lost your fucking mind Aaron? I’ll pop your head off like a zit. You leave Dax out of this, he has nothing to do with any of it. You got that?” I loosen my grip so he can answer.
“ Take your god dammed hands off me Damien.” His arms slide up knocking my hand from around his neck.
“You need to leave now.” I let go of his
I light a smoke , as I enter the ramp. Pulling directly in front of the first place to test, this place is a freaking mess. Without a doubt, I’ll need a dredger, but I still need to double check for paperwork purposes.
My waders are in the toolbox in the bed of the truck, so I slip them on over my jeans and go to the area. I pull out my notepad to track everything. Geez, the men working here left in a hurry when the rain hit. They left wood and rebar all over the place. They never cleaned up the concrete rocks that are in clumps from the last concrete pour either. I jot it down in my notes, this is unacceptable.
Headlights appear, entering the ramp. It must be Ron coming to give me a hand, no one else knows I’m here besides Dax. He parks next to my truck leaving the lights on. His lights brighten the place up a little more, but it’s still hard to see anything out here. There’s not any side roads yet, therefore, no streetlights, no traffic or anything. I continue my evaluations.
The truck door slams, but I can’t see him, the lights are blinding me. I look back to my stick, trying to get white spots out of my head from the headlights when I hear him nearing me.
“ Hey Ron, this is one big clusterfuck dude. I’m glad you called. We’re definitely going to have to get that pump down here to clear this water out, or we’ll be on hold for another two weeks.”
“I’m not Ron.”
I’d recognize that voice anywhere. I jab the stick into the mud and turn towards him.
“Aaron, why are you here? What the hell is going on? ” I cross my hands across my chest in defensive mode.
“I told you I needed to see you, to o talk to you Damien.”
“And I told you no. Wait, how did you know I was out here?” Instinctively, my hands drop to my hips.
Aaron reaches down, grabbing a two by four lying on the ground. His fingernail chips the wood splinters off of the end. One end of the board sticks into the mud on the ground, the other end, is what he’s fidgeting nervously with.
“You didn’t answer my question Aaron.”
“I made the call to your house.” He drops his head, almost looking shameful, and definitely guilty.
“ Whoa, what did you just say? You called my house pretending to be Ron? Seriously?” I’m fucking pissed, how dare him.
What in the hell is going on with him? Who does he think he is? He’s mad and upset, I already knew that, but to try to trick me to get me away from the house, away from Dax, is pushing things just a little too fucking far. That crosses stalker lines, I’ll be damned if that happens.
“You need to leave Aaron.” I pull my cell from my pocket.
“Damien, just let me explain, please. I love you, I really do.”
“Dude, I think you need to get your head checked. Maybe you should have thought about that before you brought the hard dick into our bed. You don’t even know what love is Aaron. Just leave before I call the cops.”
I’m beyond pissed right now, I’ m freakin’ livid. How dare this bastard!
“Just tell me you don’t love me, tell me Damien.” He pleads with his hand out in front of him.
“I don’t love you Aaron. I’m sorry, but I just don’t.” My arms drop to my side, my cell still in one hand.
“You’re lying, I know better. I guess you think you’re in love with that pool guy huh? Is that what this is all about?” He drops the two by four board and shoves me in the chest demanding an answer.
Instincts kick in overdrive. I stomp back towards him and wrap my fingers around his throat. His eyes bulge a bit, and there’s no readable expression on his face.
“ Have you lost your fucking mind Aaron? I’ll pop your head off like a zit. You leave Dax out of this, he has nothing to do with any of it. You got that?” I loosen my grip so he can answer.
“ Take your god dammed hands off me Damien.” His arms slide up knocking my hand from around his neck.
“You need to leave now.” I let go of his
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