Chapter 49: Chapter 49

And maybe they were right. The parts did seem to be drying up. I was working as a part-time waiter to struggle to pay the rent on my apartment. Hell, maybe somebody had even been talking to Michael, trying to convince him I was using him. It was possible. I knew his friend, Dave, didn’t like me.

But I wasn’t ready yet to give up on absolutely everything.

“I could,” I said, keeping the commitment from my voice.

“But you aren’t going to.” Denise sighed.

“Not yet. Give me another year to make it work before the family starts freaking out.”

“The family is hardly freaking out. We’re just…concerned.”

“There’s no need. I am not currently in danger of starving or becoming homeless.”

“Where will you live now that Mister Dreamboat didn’t work out?”

First “lughead” and now “Dreamboat”? I shook my head as I started my car

“I’ll figure something out. I have a friend at the restaurant who had a room to rent. I’ll check with her. And now I have to go. I’m about to drive.”