Surprises Are Fun, Change Is Not || TechGorgon
It was Wade’s one hundred and eleventh day in Swynlake (his eleventy-first, if you were a Tolkien fan), and in his time here he had done... well, he’d done a lot of (what felt like) nothing. He’d gotten his computer shipped over so that he could really help on raids again, and he’d set a regular course through the town for his morning runs. He’d helped organize the books at the Comic Barn (which Al had ultimately disapproved of and spent way too much time re-organizing) and he’d fixed a number of the games in Sugar Rush (and had solidly secured the highest score on most of them). He’d done some work at InterPride’s IT department, had stopped by to visit Celia and Slips at least every other day, had walked in a time or two on Kim and Urs, had learned that calling first was a good idea.
The one thing that Wade hadn’t done was go home.
Around the hundredth day, he’d decided that it was probably time to do exactly what he hadn’t wanted to do. He’d called for the rest of his important things to be shipped over, and he’d sold his house (which hadn’t taken long at all, much to his surprise). A few days later, he chose a home in The Woods to purchase, and a day later he was an official resident of Swynlake. The only thing was that he hadn’t told anyone, aside from Al. He felt like it was impulsive, which worried him.
What worried him most, though, was the change. Wade was a creature of habit, one of those people who went a little buggy whenever things started to become different. So, in order to prevent that, he was trying to keep himself as busy as possible. Today, specifically, he was going to distract himself with Celia. With her presence, you know, not anything weird or, like-
It was fine, though. He’d learned how to deal with the rush of adrenaline that being around Celia granted in his hundred and eleven days. He could be around her without feeling like he was sweating through his clothes now, which was much less disgusting.
Anyway, he’d asked Celia to accompany him to Hatter’s, even though he’d already gone by and picked up their orders (her coffee with cream and sugar, his chai latte with almond milk) and had texted her when he’d pulled up to the front of her complex. His plan was to take her to the house- his house. Maybe her excitement (would she even be excited?) would keep his mind off of the impending terror.
