Why? I have no idea.
So I ring the doorbell, his mom answers, and she welcomes me in. The last thing I expected was a warm welcome from her, but that is what I found. We made small talk and it was pleasant and it was so good to be received by her again.
We heard footsteps down the stairs, and I was hoping and praying it was the older brother, but it wasn't. The last thing I wanted was for the exboyfriend to see me standing there, in his house, waiting for his brother. I recognized the audacity of such a move.
Down the exboyfriend came, around the corner he turned. He saw me and instantly began shouting expletives at me, telling me to leave him alone and never speak to him again. I stood silently, not flinching, not responding, just waiting. A minute later his brother came down, and out the door we went.
I'm not sure where the exboyfriend went. He disappeared after that point. The older brother and the mom and I walked outside, and we discussed where we were biking. To my surprise, he wanted to drive down to West Chicago and bike to Lincoln Park in the city.
We drove separately, for some reason, myself in the lead. I stopped at my house first to change clothes and grab my dad's GPS. When I emerged from my house, the older brother yelled at me for taking too long.
Back on the road is when I woke up. I never made it to West Chicago, never mounted by bike. I should think it an interesting experience, albeit unreal and nonexistent.
Thank God for that, anyway. Though close in proximity, my house and his, in all other contexts we are quite, quite distant, and I am certainly okay with that.