I Like The Way It Sounds

I stayed in bed, contemplating that dream.

I remembered that day perfectly... right after Garrett ordered his mother to be my mom too we were formally introduced and Gary whisked me away again to continue our game. John came with us this time and eventually Trey (Garrett's older brother, and also mine considering my apparent adoption by Mrs. Nickelsen) joined us. By the time Aunt Jenny called John and I home for dinner, I was the happiest I'd been since I'd last left Arizona; since my Mom passed away.

My Dad and Uncle John were convinced that "coming home" is what did it and Aunt Jenny was eager to agree that familiarity was what brought the smile back to my young face. In a way, they were right. But being in Arizona had no part in my rekindled happiness; Garrett did. Although we'd just met, something about the way we instantly meshed was familiar, it was comfortable from the moment we met. He just had that effect on me. He always has, and I know he always will.

That's why we're best friends.

Guiltily, I reached over to my bedside table in search of my cell phone. When I found it, I opened the address book and scrolled to Garrett's name. I really needed to make everything okay with him, but it was 3:30 in the morning. I knew that if I were to call him, he'd answer. He'd answer and happily stay on the phone with me no matter what; and I'd do the same if he had something to discuss at some ungodly hour. It was how our relationship worked, but I couldn't do that to him. He hardly gets any sleep while on tour as it is, and I refused to make myself a reason for him to lose any more precious "z"s. Instead, I sent him a simple text message,
"I love you, Gary. Thank you. -C"