Life

Well here is another one. So now were at one a day... over two days, not bad. I guess.

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They were sitting in a circle. Some on the floor, some on the couch. Ethan sat on the couch a guitar in hand, slowly strumming, nothing specific, just random chords. Emily sat beside him, her knees to her chin hodling herself tight, wrapped in his random strumming, writing random lyrics in her mind to go with his random strumming. Heather lay on her back on the floor, her head resting in Timothy's lap. He was going on about the issues in her life, how everything was becoming complicated, and how she hated growing up. Timothy simply listened, acting as a good friend. Charlie sat cross-legged in front of the coffee table, completly engrossed in what he was doing. He had a mission. A mission to craft something perfect. So he sat in front of the coffee table seperated from everyone else, rolling a joint. The perfect joint, because he believed if it was going to be their last it might as well be their best.He surrounded by papers he had discarded in his quest for the perfect roll. Usually they all would have been upset by such waste, but not tonight. Tonight they were all searching for perfection, and they were determine to get it no matter what the cost.
Ethan stopped strumming, and leaned to grab his glass of wine from the coffee table. He smelt the wine, and to him it didn't smell all too different than any other wine he had ever smelt. He sipped it slowly, savouring it. Nothing special, he thought, at least in taste, but it was special. It was the bottle of wine his parents had left him. The only bottle they had ever left them. They had left him much more; money, a house, toys, but only one bottle of wine had survived the fire that ad killed them. It was this bottle they drank from. A bottle bottled the year he had been born, a bottle which had survived the same fire he had. This bottle, to him, symbolized his life and he had decided long ago that he would drink it the night when the part of his life they shared was over. He had decided long ago that that would be the night he got engaged. He sipped the wine again, enjoying it. Goodbye my brother, he whispered.
Emily moved the guitar off of Ethan's lap, she placed it with love against the armrest of the couch. She moved up to Ethan, crawled under his arm and squeezed it with all the love and strength she could muster. She let go of his arm and drew her knees up to herself, placing her feet under her bottom. She held her hand up and stared at it. She kept catching the light in her new diamond ring, forcing her to squint. She was happy. She moved her head back, kiss Ethan's neck, and whispered into his ear, I love you.
Heather, looked up at Timothy, who was still listening to every word she said. She had just realized that she was simply talking for the sake of talking and that she didn't need to anymore. But more importantly, she realized, Timothy still listened to everything she said, not caring if it was gibberrish or random complaining. He listened, he always did. He was the best friend she could ever have. At least that what she had always thought. Since high school thay had always hung out, sharing every detail of their lives together. He knew everything about her, and vice versa. Every time her heartbroke he was there, and she had only realized something just now. Today. Something that had taken nearly ten years for her to realize. She loved him, more than she could ever love anyone else. She looked into his eyes, deep blue, big, loving. I love you, she said. Echoing her favorite line from their favorite movie he simply said, I know.
Timothy was happy, obviously. A girl he had loved for years had finally admitted her love to him. He realized that this was significant in his life. But this night he had his own goal in mind, that goal involved him not thinking about anything. He always wasted his time thinking about the future, worrying about what to do next or what his life would bring. Over-thinking had always led to issues in his life, they would not anymore. Tonight he would shut off his brain. Let his emotions control him, let his heart do the thinking, that was the plan. He leaned down and kissed Heather on the head. He moved her head off his lap and lay down next to her, he held her close.
Charlie had finished rolling his perfect joint. He lit it took three drags and let them fill his lungs, he exhaled, and for the first time ever he didn't cough. Perfect, he thought. He passed the joint and looked at all his friends. Yes, this was perfect, at least to him. He had fulfilled his goal, to give his friends a perfect end.
Outside a falling star appeared in the sky. It was no regular shooting star. It was massive. Twice the size of Texas they had said. This was the end, but in that appartment Ethan, Emily, Heather, Timothy and Charlie had done it right.