Part 29

I heard Pauls voice... singing softly.. a song that was familiar to me but i never really enjoyed until now.
"And you may throw.. your arms around me"
was the line i heard as i pulled back my curtains to find...

Tim...

Drunk as ever..

Holding onto a little tape player.

"Hi Chrithhhhhh" He said as he swayed around and attempted to turn off the music. It took him a while but he eventually found the button.

"Tim? what are you doing here?"

"We recorded this a week ago... he was gonna give it to you.. or play it to you.. or something... "

I told Tim to wait outside for me and that i was going to take him home. I put on a pair of jeans and a shirt and climbed out my window.

"Tim you shouldnt be here" i said wrapping my arm around hid waist...

"This is nice isnt it... you ..aaaaaaannd...... and me... togeeeetha... one a beeautiful night..
I love you Chris... have i ever told you that"

"Yes Tim i love you too"

He stopped and looked at me.

"You do??? really???"

"Yeah Tim"

For some odd reason he kissed me.. i didnt thing he meant it in that way... not that it was unpleasent appart from the smell of alcohol.

After a few seconds i felt i should stop him and pushed him away.

"Whats wrong?" he asked looking at me with half closed eyes...

I looked around and saw a figure turn and run..

"PAUL!!! STOP ...PAUL!!!... shit.. "

part 30