Missing In Action
The next Friday night, Ryan sits at the bar, waiting. He downs beer after beer, but Brendon doesn’t show. Tired of waiting, Ryan dissolves into the crowd to try and have fun.
As he moves to the beat, he hopes Brendon will show up, place his hands on his hips to move with him. He dances with other people, new hands on his hips; they do the same, but it’s not the same.
Ryan really regrets not getting Brendon’s number.
After sharing a cigarette, the tall blonde guy asks him back to his place, but he declines.
As the guy walks away, Ryan asks himself, “What am I doing? Why am I still sitting here?”
In his mind he knows the real answer.
As he moves to the beat, he hopes Brendon will show up, place his hands on his hips to move with him. He dances with other people, new hands on his hips; they do the same, but it’s not the same.
Ryan really regrets not getting Brendon’s number.
After sharing a cigarette, the tall blonde guy asks him back to his place, but he declines.
As the guy walks away, Ryan asks himself, “What am I doing? Why am I still sitting here?”
In his mind he knows the real answer.