1984 Relationship Between Winston And Harris

Winston and Harris have been friends since the beginning of both of their lives. They were born in the same hospital, lived on the same street, they were basically related except for the fact that they had different parents. On this day, they found themselves hanging out as usual at their shitty downtown New York apartment. The walls were filled with vintage rap posters from the likes of Tupac, Biggie Smalls and N.W.A barely hanging onto thumbtacks pressed not so carefully into the beige plaster wall. The cramped apartment consisted of two bedrooms, a stinky bathroom and a collection of cooking appliances that you could barely call a kitchen. Winston was the taller of the two, standing at around six feet two with blonde hair, blue eyes and
Conveniently, he managed to shed Harris off his back and find some time to hangout with this girl going by the name of Sarah. Sarah was a magical woman, the girl of Winston’s dreams. Everything about her was special, from her luscious dirty blonde locks to her perfectly sculpted face. But most of all, her personality. She was unlike any woman Winston had ever met, and he felt a connection like no other. They found themselves walking through the park, listening to music, sharing a pair of earbuds as a soon-to-be couple would. You can pick a song if you’d like. I'm tired of choosing to be. I have absolutely no doubt you’ve got some exquisite music taste,” Sarah said, handing her phone to Winston confidently. “If you say so,” Winston exclaimed, reluctantly taking the phone. “Hmmm, what are we feeling? How do you feel about RadioHead?” “No Way! I absolutely love RadioHead, it’s kinda my thing.” “Haha, I thought you might like them.” Winston smiled confidently, handing the phone back knowing that he had made a good music choice, only to see an Instagram direct message that he dreaded reading. Last night was so fun! You down to get drinks again tonight?” he read first before his eyes drifted to the sender's name, “Harris” he shouted out loud. INCITING FORCE “Huh?” “Oh uh, nothing,” Winston replied nervously. You sure aren’t. It sounded like you just had a brain
“Yo, let’s go out tonight come on man it is Wednesday night after all,” said Winston trying to lighten the mood and more so himself. “I would. but I’ve got plans with this chick, sorry man.” “Bro, you're broke as hell, where are you gonna take her, McDonalds?” “C'mon man that's uncalled for. Nah, we're going to this art gallery, it’s supposed to be super fancy but she said she’d get us in.” “Alright man if you say so. What’s this girl's name anyways?” Winston felt a pit in his stomach as soon as he asked the question, “Please don’t say Sarah, please don’t say Sarah, please don’t say Sarah,” he pleaded in his head, hoping to god that Harris would utter any name other than Sarah. “Oh, her name’s Sarah, she’s awesome. I think I’m falling for her man.” “Oh god,” Winston thought to himself, his worst fear becoming a reality. “That’s. great man, I’m happy for you,” Winston said awkwardly, barely able to get out the words. “Look, I’ve gotta get to work, have fun on your date.” “Will do brother, make some money for me, this rent won’t pay itself haha.” Winston quickly grabbed his stuff and headed for the door, hoping his crappy job could take his mind off of the shitstorm currently going on in his