Moving On: The First Step
by Bonnie H.

Greg's black Mustang pulled into the parking lot of The Metting 
Place, a small resturant in Los Angeles. He got out of his car and 
took off his sunglasses. He slipped on his real glasses and walked 
quickly into the small resturant. He spotted his friend quickly and 
strode over to the table.

"Hey! "sup dude?" Greg asked, flashing a smile to his long-time 
friend.

"Hey Greg, not much, how are you?" Colin replied, returning the 
smile.

"I'm doing quite well, thanks. Do we have a menu?" Colin pushed the 
menu over to Greg and he glanced at it, then he beckoned the waiter 
over and they ordered. They chatted lightly while they waited for 
their food, talking mainly about how their lives had been. Greg 
mainly talking about how happy he was not to be tied down by a 
marriage anymore. Perfect opening for why I called him here, Colin 
thought.

"Are you interested in getting into another relationship?" 

"Maybe, depends on who the person is. I will not go out with another 
woman."

"That doesn't hinder me much, it's a male. He's recently divorced 
and it's messed him up real bad."

"I see, who is it?"

"Ryan." 

"Ok, I'll go over there now. I didn't have anything planned anyway."

"I'll call you tomorrow to see how it went. Talk to you tomorrow."

"Bye Col." Colin picked up the check and Greg got back in his car 
and drove to Ryan's house.

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Greg pulled into the driveway next to Ryan's teal Startus. He got 
out of the car and walked up to the door. He rang the doorbell and 
waited patiently for Ryan to answer it. Ryan opened the door a few 
minutes later. Ryan looked like hell, his eyes were sunken, he had 
bags under his eyes, he looked thinner and he was very pale.

"You look like hell." Greg stated matter-of-factly.

Ryan snorted derisively.

"You think." Ryan snapped. He sighed and looked apologetic."Sorry, I 
need to stop acting like a dick to everybody."

"Yeah, that might be helpful." Greg said, smiling at his friend."May 
I come in?"

"Sure." Ryan said, stepping aside to admit the californian. They sat 
down and started talking. They had a deep, meaningful talk about 
everything that was improtant to them. Greg tried to comfort Ryan and 
succede, at least for the time being. At around 6 pm, Ryan stood up 
and Greg followed him. He was led into a beautiful black and silver 
kitchen. Ryan turned and saw Greg's jaw hanging open.

"Do you like it?" Ryan asked, unhidden amusement tainting his deep 
baritone voice.

"Yeah, it's beautiful." Greg said, his voice tainted with awe. Ryan 
smiled and patted Greg's shoulder.

"So, you like to cook?" Greg asked, his awe finaly wearing off.

"Yeah, I used to do it all the time but Pat believed that she should 
be cooking and I didn't get to do it very often, now I do it as often 
as I can. I just redid it." Ryan smiled but his eyes held a great 
sadness. Greg looked into Ryan's deep green eyes and took in all the 
emotions. Pain, hurt, sadness...but some happier ones: hopefulness, 
will and stength. He saw in Ryan's eyes the strength and will to move 
on, to prgress with his life and make it better instead of living in 
the past on a false hope that she would come back to him. In the tiny 
stretch of time, Greg knew he was in love. Greg pulled Ryan to him 
and kissed him. A deep, passionate, loving kiss. One that would be 
imprinted in their minds forever.

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To Be Continued
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