Jon & Wyatt | Bro Time, yo

[Jonathan Russel]

The fact that Esme let Jon have a day to himself while she watched Cici despite being pregnant with their next child made him feel extremely lucky to have such a caring wife. So, to be able to spend time with one of his old friends, have a bro day... Jon just wanted to make the most out of it all. He'd invited Wyatt to chill at their old spot in the woods. They used to hang out at this open spot with an overview of this lake surrounded by all these tall trees. It looked beautiful, the way the water glistened in the sun while they sat in the shade of all the trees... especially around this time of year, when the leaves began to turn orange.

Jon had brought a couple of folding chairs and set them up so that they were facing the lake, and placed a cooler (filled with cans of soda and juice boxes) along the huge log in front of them. His backpack lay on the ground next to him, inside was a box of animal crackers, a bag of weed, and a lighter. Propping his feet on top of the log in front of him, Jon took a swig of his Coke, checking his phone for the time before placing it back in his pocket. Wyatt would remember where it was, all Jon had to do was wait.

_{wow that sucked but idgaf}

[Wyatt Parks]

Wyatt felt like he hadn’t spent time with Jon in forever, because he was always busy with Carol. Or something, and Jon was well he had kids, and no time for his friends and that was understandable. Then there was that whole shooting thing, and Jon seemed really depressed. Even though Wyatt didn’t really know anyone that died or got hurt, and he was thankful for that. It was just the whole thought of the gun and shooting that brought up things he didn’t want to think about. He didn’t want to talk about that, or think about it, but it was hard to not think about it. Before when he was chasing girls he had something to occupy himself with, and then he found Carol and she was amazing, but she could be a bitch sometimes.

None of that mattered though, because he was supposed to be hanging out with an old friend. “This feels weird,” he said when he got there. He hadn’t been here in forever and it felt weird to be hanging out here again. “It took me a while to remember where this was,” he took a seat next to Jon and took a coke from the cooler. It felt like old times, which actually wasn’t that long ago. He was going to ask him how he was doing, but that was probably not the right question to ask, and he couldn’t find a way to phrase it without mentioning Gin, which was not going to help anything. Awkward silence. That was always the best.