the way;; ryder

[Dr. Sean Webber]

//they drank the wine\\
//and they got to talking\\

Sean was ready to get away from the ranch. The closest town was more than a half-hour drive, but it didn't bother him. He liked a good drive. He liked to listen to music and watch the trees and the clouds fly by as he sped along the highway. And a change of scenery would be much appreciated.

He had been at the ranch for over a week, and he was finally beginning to get settled. He had made some friends on the staff and had gotten to know a few of the students. He had a few sessions with the kids, one-on-one, doing a routine check-ups and talking to them about themselves. He had a place to sit during lunches and knew where the bathroom closest to his office was located. He was starting to feel more comfortable around the place. But he also wanted a chance to get away, and this was it. He was going into Statesboro for the night with Ryder Colin.

He had met Ryder during his orientation, as he was shown around the ranch. The man had been friendly and professional. There was a quick and firm handshake, an exchange of names, and a warm welcome. Later that night, there had been a staff meeting. Since Sean had met very few people that day, he made an effort to sit next to Ryder for the meeting. Ryder had been amiable, and Sean had felt a connection of sorts, as if something clicked. A week later, they had plans for a night on the town.

Sean whistled cheerfully as he buttoned up his jacket and stuck his wallet and keys into his pocket. He hadn't been this excited in ages; he almost felt like a teenager going out with friends. It just felt so good to have a night where he could be social and relax at the same time after so much stressful socializing and lonely relaxation. It had been a long week. He checked his reflection in the mirror and ran his hands through his hair a few times before turning on the heel of his shoe and walking out of his apartment, pausing to lock the door behind him.

The night was crisp, but remnants of the day's heat still hung in the air as the sun reluctantly dipped below the trees. It was clearly no longer spring; Georgia was entering the infamous southern summer months. When the wind blew in the night, however, a slight chill found its way through Sean's jacket, causing him to pull it closer. He made his way to the parking lot where his car sat amongst a few other vehicles. He hadn't driven since he got here; his apartment was within walking distance of the ranch. It was nice to climb back into the driver's seat and start the engine. The music clicked on. The CD he kept in his car was a homemade mix of songs perfect for driving. He turned it up as he backed out the lot and turned left onto the street, headed for Statesboro, where he would meet Ryder.

lyrics: The Way – Fastball
notes: Sorry it's a little blabbity. Discursive.