Last Years Wishes, Are This Years Apologies
Don't Make It So
(Travis's POV)
I opened the door to the apartment that me and the guys would be staying in for the next two and a half months. It was boring and plain. White walls, grey carpet, stainless steel appliances, and two twin beds in each room. There was a small bathroom and a small living room attached to the dining room.
I sighed and threw my bags into the room that I'd be sharing with Matt. I sat down on the bed and fiddled with the phone in my hand.
"You're going to call her already?" Matt asked as he walked into the room.
I picked my head up and scratched my neck, "Nah. I... was... uhm..."
"Dude, we've haven't even been here for five minutes. This summer is going to be awesome. We're in California recording our first record. Don't worry, you're going to be fine without Jenna," he said patting my shoulder.
"Yeah. You're right. Let's go out tonight," I said throwing my phone onto the bed.
He smiled, "Let's get ready then."
I opened the door to the apartment that me and the guys would be staying in for the next two and a half months. It was boring and plain. White walls, grey carpet, stainless steel appliances, and two twin beds in each room. There was a small bathroom and a small living room attached to the dining room.
I sighed and threw my bags into the room that I'd be sharing with Matt. I sat down on the bed and fiddled with the phone in my hand.
"You're going to call her already?" Matt asked as he walked into the room.
I picked my head up and scratched my neck, "Nah. I... was... uhm..."
"Dude, we've haven't even been here for five minutes. This summer is going to be awesome. We're in California recording our first record. Don't worry, you're going to be fine without Jenna," he said patting my shoulder.
"Yeah. You're right. Let's go out tonight," I said throwing my phone onto the bed.
He smiled, "Let's get ready then."