Last Years Wishes, Are This Years Apologies
Unhearted
(Travis's POV)
I opened the door to the apartment as quietly as possible. I didn't want the guys to wake up and have them bitch at me. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the living room to have three sets of eyes glaring at me.
"Hey guys," I said nervously.
"Where the fuck have you been? We saw you dancing with some girl, and then you were gone. We thought you got murdered or something," Matt said angrily.
"Listen man, you're not my mom," I said raising my voice alittle, "and it doesn't matter where I was. It's not important." I walked into my small bedroom and laid down on the bed.
My head was still pounding and I felt like shit. I wanted to sleep and forget about what happen last night. As far as I'm concerned it never happened. I can't even remember the girl's name. Obviously it meant nothing to me.
I laid my head on my pillow and let my eyelids fall shut.
I opened the door to the apartment as quietly as possible. I didn't want the guys to wake up and have them bitch at me. I slipped off my shoes and walked into the living room to have three sets of eyes glaring at me.
"Hey guys," I said nervously.
"Where the fuck have you been? We saw you dancing with some girl, and then you were gone. We thought you got murdered or something," Matt said angrily.
"Listen man, you're not my mom," I said raising my voice alittle, "and it doesn't matter where I was. It's not important." I walked into my small bedroom and laid down on the bed.
My head was still pounding and I felt like shit. I wanted to sleep and forget about what happen last night. As far as I'm concerned it never happened. I can't even remember the girl's name. Obviously it meant nothing to me.
I laid my head on my pillow and let my eyelids fall shut.