Chapter Ninety

"Sorry I'm late," Lance said, walking into the diner.

"That's okay," Jenn said with a smile. "I just thought that you forgot about me."

"I didn't," he said. "I went to go see Eryn."

"How is she doing?" Jenn asked.

"Same, with no signs of anything," Lance said. "Is it alright if we don't talk about this?"

"Sure," Jenn said. "I'm going to change, and I'll be right back."

Lance smiled and sat down on the barstool. He popped a few peanuts in his mouth and waited. A few minutes later she came out of the back room.

Lance sucked in his breath at Jenn standing in front of him. She was wearing tight black pants and a low cut white shirt. With her high shoes and long brown hair, she was stunning.

"You look great," he said, coughing on the peanut that went down his throat.

"Thanks," she said with a smile. "Let's go."

They walked out to Sasha's car, and drove for about ten minutes to a club. He parked and they walked in.

"Let's grab that table," Jenn said, pushing through the crowd. She put her jacket and her purse on the table and grabbed Lance's hand. "Let's dance!"

***

"I had a really great time," Jenn said with a grin. "You're a great dancer."

"Yeah, it pays to have your own choreographer," Lance said with a laugh.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Jenn asked.

"Not sure," Lance answered.

"Want to get together?" Jenn asked him.

"Sure," he said. "What time are you working?"

"Same as today. Meet me after, okay?"

"Great," he said. "I better get home... talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye," she said, turning around and walking into her house.

Lance got into the car and drove to Sasha and Eryn's street. He parked the car in the driveway and sat in it; his head leaning on the steering wheel. He pulled out the journal from his bag and started to write in it again.

I just got home from dancing at some club with Jenn. She's really nice, but she doesn't amount to Eryn. I'm beginning to think that no one will. It's like, I am watching myself go through this; it seems so surreal.
Jenn is a great friend. A little flirty with me, I wonder if she wants more. I doubt it though. I'm counting the days, repeatedly praying for my girl to wake up. I love her...
Earlier today I came to a few conclusions. 1) If Eryn wakes up, I think her and Justin are going to get back together. I really don't believe that she will want to be with me. 2) No one really appreciates that I am here. I mean, why can't I leave? Why can't I just disappear? I bet they wouldn't notice.

He closed the book and went inside. All the lights were off. He walked into the kitchen and got some leftover food from the fridge, then walked to the living room. There were voices from inside.

"It's getting late," Lance heard Sasha say softly to someone. "I think I should go to bed. I'm working tomorrow from nine to one."

"I know," Lance recognized the male voice with her. "I'm going up now. I'm really tired."

"Sweet dreams," Sasha told him.

"Sweet dreams of you," he answered.

Lance walked over to the counter and pretended to be washing a dish.

"Hey Lance," JC said, walking in the kitchen. "How was your date?"

"It was not a date," Lance said. "We're friends. What's going on with you and Sash?"

"Me and Sasha? Nothing," JC said.

"I find that hard to believe," Lance said. "Come on, JC... is she cheating on Joey?"

"No, I swear, she isn't," JC said. "We're friends, me and her. Nothing physical is going on."

"Then how come you are going to have 'sweet dreams of her'?" Lance asked.

JC's face grew warm. "We were joking."

"I'm sure you were," Lance said, pushing past him and walking into the living room.

End of Chapter Ninety