We rolled up to a very tall apartment building. Surprisingly, it was on the nicer side of town. He sighed as he pulled into the cover parking for the building. "So, my place isn't the best but you'll get used to it. It's just till you get on your feet and figure out the next step."
I scoffed and looked down at my hands. Does he seriously think I'm in a position to judge right now? I was just about to campout in a gas station bathroom. "I'm sure your place is fine Travis. Really." I said softly.
He parked his car and we headed into the elevator and up to his unit. We walked up several flights of stairs until we reached unit 28. I'd have to try to remember that. Unit 28.
When he opened the door to the apartment, it smelt musty and was pitch black. "Just wait here. The light switch is on the other end of the room. Bad design right?" he chuckled. I heard him shuffle through and he flicked the light on. I looked around and saw dishes everywhere, pizza boxes piled on top of each other, clothes and garbage all over the floors...
This is probably what he was talking about. "Yeah... it's a mess sorry. I'll clean it on my day off this weekend." I put my hand on the counter and leaned on it. "Oh it's really no problem, I'm just glad to have somewhere t- AH!! SHIT!" I screamed as a cockroach ran over my hand. I flung my hands everywhere and shook my body as violently as I could to make sure I had gotten it off of me. Gross. I hate bugs.
Travis laughed and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah, let's hope you find your feet quickly." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. I didnt want anything else jumping on me. "You can sleep in my bed, that's the cleanest place in the house right now. the couch is full of pizza crumbs so I'll sleep there."
I wasn't going to object. I seriously hated sleeping on crumbs, and chances are the crumbs have attracted more cockroaches. I followed him to his room. It was dimly lit with a small blue light coming from what looked like an... aromatherapy humidifier? His bed was, to my disbelief, made up nicely. He slid his hands into his pockets and shrugged. "Okay, this is it!" he chuckled nervously. "If you need anything else let me know."
I walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down on it. "Thanks Travis. I really appreciate it." He smiled and walked out, closing the door behind him. I sighed. I was still in funeral clothes. I'd long since abandoned my heels on the side of a road somewhere, and my pantyhose no longer had feet on them from all my running.
I pulled them off and chucked them next to the bed. I sighed and pulled my bra out from under my dress. Ah. It felt so good to finally take that off. I couldnt sleep in this dress though, it was so tight. I also couldnt sleep naked in someone else's bed either. I walked out into the living room where travis was smacking crumbs off his couch.
I laughed and he looked up. "Oh hey! What's up?"
"I was wondering if I could borrow like a baggy old shirt of yours to sleep in? I'm going to make my way to Jay's place tomorrow to get my clothes and my things so it's just for tonight."
He slapped his palm against his head and groaned. "Yeah, of course you cant sleep in that dress. Sorry. I also forgot to grab pillows and blankets for myself while I was in there so I'll grab those too." I chuckled and followed him back to the room.
I sat on the bed and he handed me a huge blue shirt that said 'Butterfly Backwash Home' on it. "Should I even ask what this means?" He laughed as he grabbed a blanket from his wardrobe. "Well, you know the way we wear shirts with Asian writing on them and think we're woke but we have no idea what it says, and it's just nonsense?" I nodded. "Well people do that in other countries too, but with English. I got this shirt in a small town in Japan."
I laughed as I opened up the shirt in front of me to get a better look at it. I guess you'd think it's an awesome tshirt if you couldnt understand the writing.
Travis bid me goodnight again and stepped back out to the couch. I pulled off my dress and pulled the shirt on. It was very soft and, actually was made from some very nice material. I pulled his covers open and climbed into his bed.
That's when my tiredness finally hit me like a ton of bricks. All the stress and tension I had been tightly holding onto today collapsed on top of me. I couldnt help but think of Jay. I still can't believe she's gone. With a heavy heart and a few tears, I finally fell asleep.