Monday, February 9, 2015

Chapter 1.3 - What are friends for?

What are friends for?

Here goes nothing, Mackenzie thought as she headed to the Garda for her first day of work as a receptionist.  She hoped things weren't too awkward with Captain Breandan. She'd made a class-A fool of herself at the Practice Pit by flipping out like she had.  He probably thought she was certifiably loony!

"Who knows? Maybe I am," she muttered under her breath.


Quitting time couldn't come quick enough! So many phones were ringing and people asking for forms and wondering where so-and-so was.  She hated to admit it, but she had a little bit more respect for the bimbo before her!
Mackenzie headed out the door right behind the new recruit, Mason Sackholme, the sweet guy that gave her flowers on her first day in town.

"How do you think it went today?" he asked her kindly.  "It can be a little overwhelming, huh?"
"Tell me about it!" she said with feeling.  "It was crazy from start to finish!"

Mason playfully socked her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"Thanks," she said, spontaneously adding, "Wanna go for an outing somewhere and do something fun?"

Mason lit up, pleased with the invitation. "You bet!" he said excitedly.  "What do you want to do?"

Mackenzie looked up at the overcast sky.  "It looks like it's about to pour any minute. Something inside?"

"What about the library?" Mason said, pointing across the street.

"Great idea!" she said, turning to run over.
Just then, Captain O'Shea came out.
Mason saw Mackenzie's eyes shoot straight to the boss.  "Don't do it," he said quietly, already knowing what she was going to do.

"It would be rude not to invite him," she whispered back.

"But he's the boss," Mason argued.
Mackenzie shot him a look.  "Captain O'Shea, we were talking about heading over to the library to hang out, would you like to join us?"

Breandan glanced between Mason and Mackenzie.  It was obvious that young Sackholme didn't want him horning in on his outing with the beautiful newcomer.  He probably shouldn't go.

In fact, he opened his mouth to say just that when he heard himself saying, "Sure. That would be great. Let me tie up a few ends and I'll be right over."

"Great! Meet you there!" Mackenzie chirped.
With the rain starting to fall, Mason and Mackenzie hurried across the street.

"I can't believe you did that!" Mason complained.

Mackenzie rolled her eyes. "Suck it up!" she ordered him.  "It won't be that bad!  Come on, I'm getting wet!"

Mason followed after her, pouting and wet.
Safe and mostly dry inside, the group stood by the door.  Both men stood by, watching her.

"So," Mackenzie drawing the word out as she tried to break the tense silence. "Anything to do here? Like chess? Or a dartboard? Anything?"  She glanced around. "They've gotta have a chess board in here!"
"Chess? For three people?" Mason complained grumpily. Realizing he'd lost his chance to spend tiem alone with Mackenzie, he added unhappily, "I'm going to go dry off.  I'm dripping wet."  He stomped away.
"Uh! Mason!" Mackenzie called after his retreating figure. "Don't be like that!"  Sighing she turned back to Breandan.  "Sorry about that. He must not have wanted to get wet."
Breandan chuckled. "I think it had more to do with socializing with his boss," he guessed, astonishingly accurately.

"Yeah, well he doesn't know what he's missing!" Mackenzie joked.
The conversation lagged a little bi, each waiting for the other to say something.  She glanced down at her shoes, uncharacteristically embarrassed.
Finally Breandan broke the silence.  "Are you feeling better today?" he asked, bringing up her freak out at the Practice Pit.

"Yeah, I'm good. It's been a little stressful," she admitted. "I'm sorry I went off on you like that. Especially since you're my boss and everything."

Breandan reached out and touched her shoulder. "I think above everything else I'm your friend," he told her.  "Aren't I?"
"Of course you are!" Mackenzie replied with surprise.  "You're the only one who's really cared what happens to me here!"  She thought about him buying her groceries, calling to check up on her, getting her the job as a receptionist at the Garda. 
Without really stopping to think about it, she threw herself into his arms and gave him a "friendly" hug, striving to keep it light and carefree.  But, for a moment, she closed her eyes and imagined something more.
Releasing him and stepping back some, she apologized.  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to throw myself at you!" she said.  "It's just so nice having a friend here!"

Breandan cleared his throat.  "That's okay. What are friends for?" he asked.

Just then, Mason ran past, headed for the door.  "Great outing," he said sarcastically. "Let's do it again sometime!"

Mackenzie glanced back at Breandan guiltily.  "Whoops," she said, feeling awful.  "I guess we did kind of ignore him."

"He'll get over it," he said, opening the door for Mackenzie. "Let me walk you home."

Wishes Completed:  Form a Group, Have a Great Outing

Wishes Pending:  Get married, Gain Logic Point, Jog


  1. I'm really enjoying this story, so much. I'm rooting for Breandan, he seems to care the most about Mackenzie. And, he's seen her worst, with the freak out, and wasn't fazed, so that's a good sign.

    1. My heart is set on Breandan, too! He's the only one that's called her and actively sought her out! It makes me say "awww!"