Radio Love (english version), ameliamcfloyd [good fiction books to read TXT] 📗

on the bedside table. The clock on the display only showed that it was after four in the afternoon. It now seems more than five hours ago that, since he closed his eyes. Jason was suddenly wide awake, as he gradually realized that there appears to be a long time knocked.
While he was getting up, he was overcome by the rest of tiredness. The bedroom was still in his limbs, as he then to the door hintrottete.

"Chris! What are you doing here? "He asked, and he had to stifle a yawn.

"Nothing. Wanted to see what you're doing. "He replied easily embarrassed. "You look pretty with him." Chris made insecure resistant.

"The test gave me the rest." Replied Jason. "Come." Jason offered to him.

Chris walked into Jason's loft. He was always surprised anew how great were his facilities.

"Do you know how good you have it?" Chris asked him thoughtfully.

A smile was visible on his face. Jason was his question to mind. He dared not give an answer.

"Are not you afraid that someone might break in here without someone that you would notice it," he asked further.

You could see Chris, that he intimidated the size of the loft him.

"Sure I have. I just repressed it, otherwise I'd still be paranoid. "Jason said with a laugh.

Chris himself, had to laugh as well, because he knew exactly where Jason's weaknesses were.

"To come back to your question, from a wealthy family and good cause, may indeed have some merit. Dine at restaurants where the price range starts from a few hundred dollars and has no upper limit. In clubs I could always be sure that a table was ready for me even before I ever thought of going into it. In your phone list is lined with daughters and sons of doctors, actors, musicians and judges. While some families almost kill before work, because they want to give their children a car for his sixteenth birthday, we have rather spoiled for choice in what color you want to buy the sports car. And to be honest, I would still give everything for it to trade with you. For me, my life where I am grown into, nothing to do with a preference. With a curse even more. It is a fallacy to believe that they had it better and easier in life if you own or their parents are well-heeled. Very often the opposite is the case, it is one made in life even harder.
Many think they need to do less, because if something is not working as you might imagine, we can turn it in right now. We have found it much harder true friends.
We must bend our personalities, to be accepted. For a long time I was very unhappy and saw it as a curse. I cursed my wealthy family, my huge room in which I lived, the society in which my parents wrong. No one took the trouble to look into a man. To ask him how serious he is. To reassure him that one is there for you when the person is not doing well or who was in trouble. This attitude had always disgusted me. I just thought it was perverse, when I heard talk of these arrogant and rigged divas, as she chatted about trivial topics such as shoes, bags, fashion shows, and seconds later pity hypocrisy, how bad it is found that the other non - privileged, so little in their children would invest. "Jason spoke in frustration from the soul.

In a strange way, Jason felt relieved himself. He quickly noticed that Christopher was the first person he his annoyance, his anger and what was it to him, confided.

Chris listened to him, startled. He could not believe how superficial were his people. Now he knew his best friend very well and was not one of those happy to belong to it.

"I can tell you, for me you're a true friend and I care little whether you are now rich or poor. I just know that you're a nice guy that I treat like my own brother. What's mine is yours also, my friend! Mi casa su casa, "insisted Chris.

"You speak to me from the soul, my friend!" Jason confirmed it.

"But you're right. You can see it what you will. I think that would be no life for me. I do come from a damned bad neighborhood, but I would probably miss it if I would have suddenly gone. But maybe I say this only because I did not know differently. "

"Be glad you do not." Jason said to his buddy and winked at him there. "What drink do you like?" He asked his guest.

"Does not matter. What you have there, I would like to have. I have no special needs. "Let him know Chris modest.

"When you stand, we can also watch the game with me, right?" Jason offered to Chris.

"Sure, why not?" Chris agreed to it.

"I'm playing with the idea to order a pizza, you want one?" Jason asked.

"No hunger." Chris commented briefly.

Jason nodded briefly.

"What are you going to do? Now that we wrote our final exam ... "Chris said with a little tinge of sadness.

"No Plan. Would perhaps go a little traveling and my mom misses me also determined. "Jason admitted.

"And where the heck go for?" Hooked on Chris curious.

"Will I then see if I'm home. Maybe in France, or Italy Jamaica. And how about you? "Asked his friend Jason.

"I do not know ... I'll have to look for a job, because my dream of a shot at the FBI as a soap bubble has burst." He confessed dejectedly.

"And you want to know right now?" Jason questioned his friend Christopher.

"Come on, Jay! I have put my check in the sand. Besides, why would the FBI want to have just ME, where there are others who have posted their test worlds better? "He justified himself still fully depressed.

"You're a pessimist, Christopher Sullivan! And it's a very Offensive. "Jason answered promptly. "We just have to check behind us ..." added Jason to a calm voice.

"No I'm not." Christopher replied a little irritated and looked into it at her.

Jason was here interrupted in his attempt to try to calm him continue. Perhaps he had unintentionally injured his best friend, he thought to himself. Christopher himself went along with his own voice, as he remarked how strange it seemed to him harshly. He immediately apologized to his friend Jason.
"Not that!" Jason said with a sympathetic smile.

Delano made every effort to divulge his surprise to Christopher. Yet he could not help but mischievous grin. His smile disappeared when his best friend looked at him. He looked at the clock.

"Now let's look at the game? A little distraction could not hurt you, my friend. "Suggested Jason.

Christopher nodded silently.

Jason grabbed the remote and turned immediately to the Lakers game. Still on the way to the living room, he took two cans of beer cool. Without hesitating, the two former student sat then on the spacious couch. The silence between the two was short-lived.
Throughout the basketball game they were cheering or cursing the bad moves of her crew or the unwarranted whistles of the referees. What else was not to be expected, considering that they were not only hard-core basketball fans, but even playing. In the end, both were happy, as the game ended with a very narrow victory for the Lakers.
  
They talked a while about the last game before Christopher decided to go home.
Thoughtfully joined Chris on his way home. A slight chill came over him, and though the evening was quite warm.

Without detours he took off his clothes and went right on his bed. It was late morning when Christopher woke up with bad headaches. After he had taken an aspirin, the headache disappeared after a short time.

Long thought to Christopher about Jason's question. Yesterday's conversation was simply not depart from his head. He actually had so much doubted, he asked himself.

Five days passed restless. Every morning after waking up, he dashed to the mailbox, hoping to keep the letter with his redemptive test results in his hands. But instead of a flat, white envelope, he was expecting a yawning emptiness rusty. Day in, day out. He hated nothing like standing in the balance. Not knowing what to do with a future, just as now.
An ever-lasting knock on the glass door, tore him from his thoughts. When he looked up he could see that this was his best friend Jason Delano.
Beaming from ear to ear, he held out his letter.

"I did it! I passed! "He shouted with joy. "I can not believe it still does not."

Only a little later fell to Jason, is that Christopher did not budge. With downcast face, slumped shoulders, it seemed as if he could just keep on his legs.
Jason's joy quickly faded after he saw him standing so sad.

"I have received no letter." Said Christopher trembling.

An oppressive silence reigned between the two. Even breathing was hard.

"I've already told you that I did not make it. I knew it. "He muttered to himself disappointed.

"I think there's something I wanna tell you .... Just promise me to be angry with me not ... "Jason began quietly.
Chris looked up at him surprised. He wondered what it was because of what Jason wanted to tell him. All his efforts to conceal his grin failed miserably.

"The letter I have just kept in the hands ...." Jason stretched him on the rack. "It was yours, your letter." He resolved.

"I? My letter? "Hooked on Christopher surprised. "How did you get my mail?" Asked he applied.

At that moment, Chris thought it was good, whether he hit him a pure, or simply just should embrace. Ultimately, he decided to do nothing and wait for Jason's return.

"You were not home, he had repeatedly knocked on your door. When you are not aufmachtest me the postman your letter into my hand as I had him cut to length at the half way to you. "Said Jason him his awkward situation.
He had been very close to tears. When he saw his grade point average of 1.2, Chris could hardly believe his luck. He was adamant about having the test set completely in the sand. Of course he wanted to know how well Jason Delano had mastered his examination.

"You see? How to write exams, my friend. "He took him affectionately on the arm, after he saw in Jason's test results," reached only "an average of 1.3.

"Pah! Nerd, "he drew on him, even though Jason even better in this respect was not a whit.

After about a week we had the graduation ceremony. They received their certificates, in which there was that they had completed the study of criminology as best of the year. The professors, who had congratulated them, it is not easy pattern their students to adopt their new future. While most students with joy, threw their hats up, it was both Jason and Christopher find it hard to take that step. Yet they dared and have been very thoughtful.

"Now it's official! We did it! "Said Chris still trembling.

Laura Delano, was a tall, curvy woman end of forty. She was very annoyed that they are not in celebration of her only son could not attend. And now, she had to stay in bed and move around as little as