The conversation lasted two words: Alright? ...Yeah

It wasn't groundbreaking, it wasn't revolutionary, it wasn't even poetry, but it was all they needed to say.

They had been the best of friends once, closer than brothers. George had had his own room at Jack's house, Jack had had his own shelf in George's fridge. But somewhere along the way, they had lost that.

Was it because Lissy, George's ex-girlfriend had hated Jack, was it because of the fact that Jack went off to uni while George stayed in their hometown, or had it merely been because of the fact that they had grown apart?

It was hard to say, there hadn't been anything definitive from which to mark the demise of Jack&George, it just disintergrated.

It had even gotten to the point where it was awkward when they ran into one another back home, neither sure what to say.

But then Jack's grandpa died. The only man in Jack's life who had never let him down, who had always stuck around, had finally left this world.

And George was the first one at the church on the day of the funeral.

Time, distance, space, history, none of it mattered. He was here. They were alright.

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TimSevenhuysen about 11 years ago

Touching. I like the description of how close their friendship was, with the shelf in the fridge, etc.

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The loud chick in the corner.

With the big eyes.

And the notebook in her bag.

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