He was the type of guy you would look at from a far. The type you would talk about to your friends. How he walks around with that I-don't-care-about-the-world attitude.
We see each other often since we technically have a circle of common friends.
"Are you home? I want to see you. Can we hangout for just a bit?"
We usually hung out at home. I found out how messed up he really was. How he screwed up every chance to straighten up his life that he got. He switched schools as often as he changed clothes. A little exaggerated but I know you know what I mean.
One of my close friends and I, we called him our project. He was so messed up that we wanted to work on him through me.
Things did not work as planned.
Instead of me changing him, he kind of changed me.
He would pick me up in school and we would go anywhere. I liked the spontaneity. I liked it so much. He supplied me with everything I needed to live the life I wanted to live at that moment.
There was nothing more to that though. I was there for the thrill. Project Guy came whenever he would find out that I was not with anyone.
Until he became a father.
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