It’s easy to get used to a new life style especially after your last way of living crashed and failed to get you somewhere. It had been a week since Roger had moved in with Greg and so far it had been great.
Roger and Greg had given the house an extreme makeover in order to make it feel and look more like their home and not an old lady’s house. They even got an air hockey table with part of the money Greg made from the garage sale.
Roger had started to run in the mornings again. And he was happy to do so in a better neighborhood, and one he already knew and liked.
If living with your best friend its great, living next door from your other two best friends it’s something else entirely. The last two weeks Roger, Greg, Sarah and Rose had been hanging a lot more than usual. And since they all worked very close to each other car pulling and lunch together was part of their now daily lives.
“Is there anything better than having blueberry pancakes for breakfast at your own house?” Chocolate chip, blueberry or regular it didn’t matter, Roger liked any kind of pancakes for breakfast.
“What about having them at your own house for a change?” Rose had been cooking for them the whole week. She liked to be the host but she wasn’t too eager to accept it, she rather have all of them thanking her and acknowledging her cooking skills.
“We offered to host a meal in our place but all you left us was afternoon snacks and popcorn for movie night.”
“And even then you brought your own home made brownies.” Why was Greg complaining? He had devoured the whole batch of brownies all by himself.
“Never mind, who wants another one?”
“Not me, I have a date tonight so I’m cutting back having double portions of food.” Sarah was going on a second date with Chase, the guy she had met in the garage sale.
“So the garage sale guy again?” Greg sounded helpless as he asked Sarah about the guy he would rather give his money back than having him dating the girl he loved.
“Chase, he is a contractor; he is taking me to his work site to do some demolition.” This was the first time she had sounded excited about seeing a guy.
“I’m glad to see you back to your own self back.” Rose had to be the happiest of them all to see Sarah back to normal since she was the one living with her and at the mercy of her mood swings.
“Well it was about time Joe and I where together for 5 months so all I needed where 5 weeks to heal it up and that was it.”
“Seriously that was your method? So all I need are 24 weeks for the two years Lucy and I were together? That is almost half a year of mourning”
“I can’t have a half-year-mood-swing-roommate.”
“I don’t think that is the best option for you, isn’t there another ritual of getting over someone he could use.” Rose had turn off the stove, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down because the conversation had just turned interesting.
Everyone looked back at Sarah.
“Well the amount of months together in tequila shots is another option.”
“Already done that.”
“And then some.” Greg added.
“Not helped?” Asked Rose.
“Not whit the heartbreak, no.”
“Ok what about the plant, pet, person theory.”
“The what now?” Roger looked beyond confused.
“The PPPT, it bases on the theory that if you can handle keeping a plant alive then you get a pet and if you successfully keep it alive then you can date again, I’m not quite sure on the time you have to keep the plant and the pet alive.”
“Isn’t that for sex addicts?”
“It can apply here, I mean you and Lucy were not very discreet with the PDA you know?”
Rose and Greg shared a laugh.
“So you suggest I get a ficus, cactus or whatever unless it’s green?” Roger didn’t sound so eager about that.
“I think we can skip the plant part and go right for the pet first.”
“What kind of pet do you suggest?”
“I think you should get a dog.” Sarah smiled proudly like if she had just performed brain surgery on her friend.
Roger and Greg shared a look; Greg looked very excited about it. So it was settled Roger would get a dog he thought it wouldn’t be so hard he had had dogs before, but not one like the one he was about to adopt.
