Rough Draft of my story

It was a quite typical day in Sussex, England for Ray Macintosh. He sat down, prepared his toast and tea, turned on the telly, and prepared for another boring day. He sat his tea next onto the little table to the side of his chair, sat back, and watched the morning news. As he slumped into the most comfortable position in the chair, he heard a knock at his door. He grunted, got up, and opened it up to see that it was no other than his best friend, James Reynolds. “Yes, hello, Ray.” James said as he walked right into Ray’s house. “What is it?” Ray asked. “I have to, uh… tell ya somethin’.” James said grimly.
“Yes?”
“I have to leave back to America.”
Ray’s eyes widened. “What?! But… But you’re my only friend down here!” James sat down in Ray’s chair and sighed. “Yes, I know. But I have to.”
“For what reason?”
“Remey’s grandma is real sick back in Nevada. She has to go back to take care of her, and I have to come with her.” Remey Neilson was James’s girlfriend. Coincidentally, the two were American. “Listen,” James said, getting out of the chair. “You could always find a new friend.” Ray pffted in reply. “No I couldn’t! I’m me!” Ray tended to have social problems. He was shy and couldn’t talk to someone until he knew their whole life story. James sighed. “I don’t know what to tell ya, Ray.” He headed for the door. “Listen, our flight takes off in an…” He stopped himself midsentence. “Or, you could come with me and Remey!” James cried. Ray rose an eyebrow. “What? No. That’s… that’s insane!” He stammered. “I could never get used to those Americans! No offense, of course.” James sighed again. “I really don’t know what to tell you, then. I guess this is goodbye?” Ray went up to James and stuck out his hand. “I guess so.” They shook hands. “I hope we can cross paths again sometime.” James said, sympathetically. He walked down the door, and headed down the stairs of the complex. Ray sat in his chair again. He sipped his tea, listened to the telly for a bit, but heard James’s car start up. He couldn’t help it. Ray ran down the stairs of the flat, dashed out the door and chased down James’s car. “James!” He called. “I’m coming with you!”