Friends and Food
“I am going to die” Garrett thought to himself as he looked up at the clock in his classroom with tired eyes.
He’d spent all night listening to Merrill’s Soundcloud learning her songs and reading.
She was good, not great but she had potential.
He’d looked up “The Dales” and listened, she was right they weren’t her style.
They were more CCR to her Gregory and The Hawk.
Honestly, from their page they looked like one of those weird hippie cults, living off the land between burns.
Merrill was sweet but, they were weird. He was a little glad she’d gotten away from them.
But it wasn’t his business, and he wanted to go home and get a nap in before the show.
And he was almost certain his British Literature teacher hated him and had conspired to slow down time.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled through his social networks.
He’d added Merrill and all she shared was political memes and weird “Truth” cites
She choked his feed.
Scrolling through the feed his phone lit up with an IM:
Varric Tethras:
Hey!
Bored, gonna get drinks later, down?
I’m buying....?
Garrett Hawke:
Gah! Can’t, I have that show.
Are you free at 7? Wanna come?
Varric Tethras:
7, sure. Where at?
Garrett Hawke:
The Docks, 10 at the door.
Varric Tethras:
The Docks? Gross.
I’m Down, see ya.
Garrett Hawke:
Cool, Don’t Bring Bianca!!!
I’m not kidding!!!
Varric Tethras:
LOL See you there Chuckles!
He put his phone back on his desk, and was almost certain Varric was bringing Bianca.
That guy had no chill when it came to Bianca.
“Mister Hawke?” A hard deep voice rang out from the front of the room.
“Are you ready to join us back in class?” Professor Sten was a jerk but he was fair.
Can’t fault the guy that, could you? He had tenure and was a member of the Beresaad.
An order of Free Mason teachers and other professionals; tough, and fair. Everyone had their thing, it was weird. But it worked for them I guess.
“Sorry Sir.” Garrett said sinking in his seat.
He put his earphones in and listened to Blink-182 till class was over.
This was college, he should have more respect but he was tired and hungry.
After class was over he headed to the Cailan Theirin Student Center and ordered a lunch.
The building was named for the son of the dean who’d died in Iraq, after his dad who died in the Gulf War. It was a super sad story, told on a plaque next to a fountain as you entered.
Garrett sat and ate his pizza and fries while he did his reading homework.
Highlighting passages in “The Neverending Story” that were allegorical to “The Christ Myth”
He hated that class, He was a christian and it just felt wrong also there just weren't many allegories.
Putting his book down he felt a tap on his shoulder.
Looking up he saw a Bartrand, his friend Varric’s older Frat boy brother.
What Varric had in style and charisma Bartrand had in BO and lack of voice control.
“Hawke! Good to see ya!” he said in a voice so loud a couple of freshmen girls turned and glared.
He sat down at Hawke’s table and started helping himself to the fries.
“Plans tonight?” he said through a mouthful of stolen food.
“”No, just this” he said lifting his book shaking it lightly.
“Good God, Please don’t let Bartrand come” he thought.
“Alright, then I’ll see ya” He said belching loudly and standing up to leave dragging the chair on the floor.
“That son-of-a... He just wanted my fries!” Hawke thought to himself as he looked at his empty plate.
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Garrett looked through his closet and picked out a olive green army jacket and some khakis with a white shirt and a black scarf.
He took them and laid them out on his bed then got into the shower.
The water was warm, and soothing. Garrett washed, brushed his teeth, deodorant and a spritz of cologne.
He dressed and looked at himself in the mirror before texting Varric.
Garrett Hawke:
Varric, are you ready?
Varric Tethras:
Yeah, see you there.
Garrett Hawke:
Meet you out front?
Varric Tethras:
Deal.
Garrett Hawke:
Bartrand stole my lunch BTW
You owe me food!!
Varric Tethras:
Seen at 6:23pm
Hawke arrived at the The Docks around 7 and stood out front waiting for Varric.
The problem with the Tethras brothers is they were short, but most people were to Garrett.
He wasn’t huge, but taller than normal.
“Here he comes!” Garrett thought as he saw Varric turn the corner around to the front of the venue.
“Varric!? you brought Bianca?”