| CHAPTER 11 |
| Dillan found AJ in his game room playing pool with some music playing. She grabed stick and joined in on his game. "How did the interview go," he asked as he watched her sink a ball in the pocket. "It went very well," she said as she lined her self up for another shot. "Chase, the guy who interviewed me, the V.P., said that my chance of getting the intern position were pretty high." She knocked a ball off the wall on the opposite side of the table and made it in the pocket she wanted. "Nice shot." AJ took a drink from his glass that was sitting next to him. Dillan leaned on her stick and stared at AJ. "What?" "What are you drinking?" "Iced tea." She took the glass from his hands and tasted it. "Alright?" "Okay," she said surrendering the glass back to him. "I don't have a problem," he retorted. Dillan hit the last of her set of balls into the pockets. "I can control it, trust me." She gave him a kiss, "Rack 'em up." She watched his set each ball. "I just don't want you to drink too much. I don't like who you are when you do. And the staying out late thing, that's okay, but its not if you do it consecutively for a whole week. And having to get up early the next day isn't good to follow that behavior. J, I just worry that one day your body isn't going to take that kind of abuse anymore." AJ looked at her shocked. "Did you ever think of all this?" He thought for a moment, still shocked that she was so concerned. "No, I guess I never though anything of it. But listen, baby. I can control it. The day that I'll be admitted to rehad is the day hell freezes over." "But AJ." "No, Dillan. Just trust me on this okay?" Chapter 12 Featured Stories Main Page |