1.
"Dude, no," Teddy shook his head before taking the final swig from his bottle of cider, "I told you I'm staying the fuck away from Mega Con this year!"
Mike placed the big plate of nachos down on the coffee table. "Come on man. The games. The panels. Hot cosplay girls. Fucking Matt Smith AND Alex Kingston. I'll even pay for the autograph session"
Teddy sighed deeply, "I refuse to go anywhere near that thing." He glanced forlornly towards the door leading to his bedroom.
His bedroom. Not theirs. Not his and Becky's.
There was still a small box containing some of her things over on what used to be here side of the bed. He absolutely hated passing it every time he went to the bathroom.
He also hated the fact that he took the can of her body spray out of the box last night and sprayed the sheets so he could imagine that she was still there.
And he hated Mike just a little bit right now because he was the "go between" - the one who was taking the box after he left to drop it off with his girlfriend Karen, who in turn was going to drop it off to Becky.
Mike picked up a small plate and began scooping some of the nachos onto it.
"Okay, I know something and it's gonna piss the fuck out of you, but it will also make going to the con easier."
Teddy's left eyebrow raised slightly, "Go on."
"Becky's not going this year."
Teddy's eyebrow arched even higher, "Go on," he repeated.
Mike took a sip from his beer bottle. "She's not going...because she's going on vacation."
Teddy felt his jaw tense up, "With him?"
"Um, yeah."
"Great," Teddy leapt up from the couch and made his way right to the kitchen. He flung open the refrigerator door and grabbed another bottle of Angry Orchard, "Just fucking great. I hope they have a great time. No really. I hope my fucking ex-fiancรฉe and that asshole douchebag former boss of hers have a fantastic time! Are they going to Turks and Caicos? I mean why the fuck not. That's where we were planning to go on our honeymoon. She did all the research, so makes sense right?"
Mike said nothing but kept drinking.
"Oh my hell," Teddy shouted, "they ARE going to Turks and Caicos, aren't they?"
"Dude," Mike attempted, but then took another sip of his beer,
"Dude nothing!" Teddy continued to rant, "Do you have any idea how fucking embarrassing this is? It's not clichรฉ enough that my fiancรฉe dumped me for her boss. They're basically going on my fucking honeymoon!"
Mike took a deep breath, "Dude, I love you. You're my best friend. Brothers from different mothers. You know that."
Teddy stood there listening, trying not to throw his bottle and trying not to cry.
"This isn't me saying I told you so. We've already had that talk. This isn't me saying there's blame to go around. We've had that talk too. This is me simply saying come with me to Mega Con. I've got the hotel. I got you a ticket. And surprise, I already fucking got us into the autograph session. And before you say anything, consider this both an early birthday gift AND my way of saying thank you for last year."
Hearing that, the anger seemed to flush right out of Teddy.
Mike's dad had died the previous year after a painfully short bout with pancreatic cancer. Teddy was there for everything. He helped with funeral arrangements when Mike and his sister couldn't handle them. Teddy sat in a bathroom while his friend puked his guts out after drinking himself into near oblivion.
They'd been friends since junior year of school and helped each other get through parental divorces, a sibling drug overdose, breakups, job losses, and, as Mike put it "the horror of JJ Abrams Star Wars."
Now Teddy actually felt his eyes tearing up.
"You fucking suck, you know that right?"
Mike raised his bottle and smiled, "Only when they pay me."
2.
The ride from Queens to Marlborough, Massachusetts was usually fairly quick. This evening, as Teddy drove, it felt like an eternity.
Teddy had insisted on driving and Mike put up little resistance. He'd been putting late hours in at the ad agency as his team scrambled to save an account with a major fast food chain. In the end the efforts paid off (and Mike was well compensated, hence paying for the entire trip), but he was clearly in no shape to drive.
While his best friend snored lightly, Teddy drove in silence. He didn't want to put on his favorite playlist, knowing a few of the songs on it were ones that Becky had suggested. And he sure as hell wasn't about to listen to "Comedy Bang Bang" anytime soon. Becky had gotten him hooked on that podcast and there was little chance anything they said was going to make him laugh anytime soon.
There was no question, Teddy missed his "Nerd Girl."
They'd met at Cornell, both of them studying to be veterinarians. They had smiled at one another a few times, and had a few brief conversations, but never seemed to have much luck getting schedules to sync. Finally one Friday afternoon, they bumped into one another at a Starbucks off campus and ended up sitting together. Teddy asked Rebecca "Becky" Jwa if she had ever seen "Battlestar Galactica" because in his opinion, she looked exactly like actress Grace Park.
She looked at him with a sly smile, "Maybe at some point, you'll find out if my spine glows red when I fuck."
It was about three days later when Teddy confirmed that while it didn't glow red, Becky was:
1. Insane in bed.
2. As huge a nerd as he was.