Angelo & John | Late Sunday Night

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'In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.' -Theodore Roosevelt-

"I swear to god this suite gets smaller by day," John muttered, loud enough to be heard as he attempted to navigate past the pile of dirty laundry and books that lay scattered on the floor. "Jesus fucking christ, I can't find my way to the kitchen through this goddamn fucking mess!" There was no reason for him to shout, really. It was after all, his own goddamn mess.

"You could if you cleaned up once in a while", was the dry response from the couch, and Angelo frisbee'd a book at his friend's head to illustrate his point. "But you're right about the suite."

He ducked and avoided the throw before flipping Angelo the finger. "I've been telling you that all year." Technically, the year had just started. But John had been complaining about lack of space for a while now. He'd invested in a great deal of books since he started work with Elpis. Books and well, shoes. John had a huge sneaker collection.

"Two of us an' our libraries, an' the dog", Angelo continued the thought, "an' neither of us really needs to be livin' here any more, right? Maybe it's time we let someone else have the space."

"What, we just... move out?" John picked a book from the floor and wiped dust off its cover. "Are you serious?" Could they afford it? He thought about his monthly expenses. A good portion of his money went to his mom and his siblings back at home. Not that anyone but Angelo knew of the fact though. He had that bad ass reputation of his to keep. It was the only reason he worked so hard all of last year. His younger brother had been accepted to medical school and boy, were the tuition fees a killer.

"I'll talk Nate into givin' us a raise", Angelo said confidently, knowing what John was thinking about. "He'll do it, when we've got more expenses... an' I've got some pretty good money saved if it comes to that. I think we should do it."

"Huh." Slowly the corner of his lips curved up into a smirk. "Well, I guess we could use the space. And we do deserve that bachelor pad." He was grinning now, imagining the possibilities.

Angelo eyed him a little warily, but he was grinning back. "I'm so goin' to regret this... but what the hell. Remind me to soundproof my room when we get there."

John chuckled. "We should check out the classifieds tomorrow. Maybe over lunch." If they were going to do this, they'd best do it fast before the excitement dies down and they get lazy. Or rather, he gets lazy. Imagine all the packing they'd have to do. He wondered if Angelo would agree to hiring someone to do it.

"Sounds like a plan. Look there first, then if we don't find anythin', hit the rental agencies?" He might consider the idea of hiring help.

"Great. Guess I'll just leave all the planning to you then." He sat down on the arm of the couch and patted his friend on the shoulder. "It'll be awesome."

"What else is new?" Angelo shot back, amused. "I'll find us somewhere. Decent size an' no roaches is about all we need, right?"

"Yeah, pretty much." He figured it would be a plus to live close to some form of public transportation but he could always rely on Angelo for that ride to and from work. John rarely drove. He was too cheap to get himself his own set of wheels and Angelo was anal about letting John borrow his baby for a drive.

"So uh, hey. ... You and Amanda. You guys okay? You're still friends, right? No awkwardness and all that?"

Angelo blinked at the sudden change of subject, but nodded. "Yeah, we're good. Might've been a bit awkward at the start, but I think she's the only girl I've dated in New York I actually still talk to."

"Yeah? ... Well, I was thinking I'd meet her for lunch next week." John had been quietly avoiding Amanda ever since the mutual break up but was starting to feel a bit guilty about that. "You know, just to talk." He shrugged. "You're not gonna mind, right?"

"'course not", Angelo assured him. "You want to see her, you see her - it's not like her an' me are sworn enemies now or whatever."

"Yeah, well." He gave Angelo a sheepish smile. "Can you really blame me for feeling like the child of a divorced parent after your breakup?" He then sighed, dramatically. "... For a moment there, I was feeling so fucking torn and confused."

He got a cushion to the face for his theatrical moment, Angelo laughing at him even as he threw. "So, what, I'm your father figure now or somethin'? Dude, I'm younger than you."

John laughed. "Well then get your ass off the couch and help me clean this place up. It reeks."

"Okay, okay..." He levered himself up. "You're on your own with the laundry, though."

"Hell. Who says the laundry needs doing?"