This was complicated. Gordy wasn't sure what to say to Rosco, but at least they were on their way home. He'd came as soon as Rosco had called. Rosco didn't even get the rest of his stuff at the motel. As it was, he didn't have much.
"How am I going to get my job back?" Rosco swelled up with a big frown. He could hardly eat at his hash browns at the diner.
"Didn't you take that test? You know, weren't you gonna be geek squad ready for Best Buy or something?" Gordy told him there was more to life than working at a supermarket.
Rosco shook his head, no. "I was afraid I'd fail, and I didn't want to waste mom's money."
"Don't worry so much about the money. You can do it. I know you can. You're smart." Gordy told him.
"Not when you see my grades." Rosco shook his head. "I always got by the skin of my teeth."
"I didn't apply myself anymore than you did when I was in high school. I just didn't get it, you know. Now its different. I study and and its really not that hard, Ros, you can do this. You will do it. Being in a rock band isn't all its cracked up to being. Crazy shit like this happens. And you deserve better. You've got Charlotte to think about. Don't even look back at this. All right."
Rosco nodded. He finally took a sip of coffee then.
"I'm just glad you came and got me." Rosco sighed. "Its like, was I suppose to stop them? Is it all my fault?"
"Just don't worry about it. Its not your problem, Ros." Gordy couldn't help but laugh. "You can't let this get to you. You didn't do anything wrong."
Rosco drank at his coffee, but he couldn't quite smile about it. Gordy could tell it really bothered him. This whole ordeal with Carrie and Jason.
"If I were you, I would never speak to either of them, again." Gordy sighed.