He and T had been friends for a little over a year until a cavalcade of events that led to their demise. They had begun a business, renting a studio to be able to build their artistic product. T had eventually moved out of he and she’s apartment because it hadn’t been running smoothly. The studio was T’s new apartment and described it as the ideal situation, which made he and she wonder why T had ever lived at their place. After a month of saying he would move out, T still had all of his stuff at he and she’s apartment.
He had gone to the studio one morning to continue the countless hours he had spent building a loft, an office, and storage space in the studio (while T did anything else elsewhere). To his surprise, he saw all of his stuff piled into the middle of the shop floor (stuff T had said could stay there while it was listed on Craigslist to be sold). He was obviously shocked and upset, going back to the apartment to begin packing T’s things up and putting them out in the hallway.
She had been organizing her own stuff, sitting cooly by as he packed with ferocity. He explained the circumstance and she became equally as upset. At this point T had stayed with them two months and hadn’t paid a dime of rent. When he went back to the studio, he and T somehow made up as he asked T to kindly pick up the stuff that now riddled the hallway of the apartment.
After that incident, things seemed to be going fine though T still had the tendency to act as though the business was solely his, never mentioning he in any business related conversation, even when he was standing right next to T. He was getting very frustrated after working on the studio for over 60 hours, building and developing with little help from T, who was busy collecting new friends and giving them all keys to the studio. Their roles were like that of Blaire’s mignons in Gossip Girl (which he and she are not ashamed to say they had watched).
He was beginning to feel pushed out of the business and the friendship, getting irritated by the negative feedback he was hearing from people in their inner circle about himself. He had been spending the past week recruiting cliental for their business, successful on three accounts. These work orders were what was going to get them the laser they needed to make their products. He and T were on okay terms at this point, progressing in their business venture.
T’s fiancé came down from Seattle. After that, he and she didn’t hear from T in a week. He had gotten frustrated, not wanting to intrude on the reunion that was going on at the studio, but also not happy that he couldn’t work because of it. Finally, he got a text from T. The text stated that T felt he was the only one doing anything for the business.
T expressed that he thought that He wasn’t bringing anything to the table. This made he irate, thinking on all the times during the protest where he supported T, thinking on all the hours spent building, all the stress from gathering clients to be eligible to lease-to-own the laser for their company…or as it always seemed, T’s company.
They decided to meet for a final beer. She thought they would work it out during the interaction, but when he walked back through the door of the apartment, his face said the opposite. It was over.
T had said all the people in their inner circle, including their artist professor, had said it would be stupid of T to go into business with he (which he found later that night was a fabrication of T’s imagination). She was severely upset at this news, knowing just how much time, energy, and money he had spent on the rise of the company, the one where he had no chance of making a name from. T had painted he as the bad guy, which couldn’t be more wrong. He and T signed handwritten documents stating that he must have all his stuff out of the studio in 30 days.
She had no idea what to do or say, as she spotted the heartbreak on his face that night. He jumped right into the shower as she moved to the bedroom to give him some space before he fully explained the outing. After a long 15 minutes, he seemed to be in better spirits. “I don’t need him. Everything will work out and hey, now you and I can move in a year and do our own thing. This is for the best.”
“You make me want to cry right now.” She could feel her eyes twinge, knowing his hurt but proud of his resilience.
“Don’t cry, sweetie. Everything will be fine.” They spent the weekend taking all his stuff (even the stuff T thought he could hide from him, though there were a lot of things of his that T had thrown away without asking) to a two car garage he rented through their apartment complex. As he began to organize his stuff at his own personal studio, she could truly see just how okay everything would be.