My baby lives in shades of blue, blue eyes, and jazz and attitude…

Tom, your coke addicted friend.

One of your best friends, you would dare to say, as you rarely made many, and when you did, they usually didn’t last too long. You moved too fast for most, and not many people could keep up with it, but Tom did.

He didn’t quite look like the kind of guy who would be addicted to coke, but at the same time, it made sense, which was always puzzling to you. He was put together, and looked like he was always in control from the outside, but maybe that was just the perfect disguise for his inner turmoil. Most people who were like him were a bit frantic, a bit frenzied, and a tiny bit catastrophic internally.

Anyways, it was 9pm, and you were curled up on your sofa, reading a book. Suddenly, sharp knocks were heard, as someone’s fist rapped against the wood.

When you got up and opened it, it was none other than Tom. Tears streaming down his cheeks, his blue eyes bluer than ever, his hair a mess, ‘snow’ on his Cupid’s bow.

And like how the ocean rushed to the shore, he nearly tackled you in a desperate, sad hug, carelessly slamming the door shut with his hand.

“Marianne-” Tom sobbed breathlessly against your shoulder. You were still in shock, awkwardly patting his back.

“What about her, Tom?” You asked, trying to keep your voice calm, for his sake.

“She cheated on me- she cheated on me with Bill, fucking bastard. The old fucking guy, and….” He bawled. His tortured, turmoil filled insides were leaking out, like ink from a shitty pen. “She also cheated on me with Janet, goddamn it-” Tom wept.

That was insane. Young, gorgeous Marianne with… Bill, and Janet? Forgetful, sleepy, old Bill, and… Janet? This felt almost comical, like straight out of a comedy, but it was real, and crazy.