Young Guns

Let Me In?

- Erik Jones -

Hey, so can you come by the place in the next hour and get an overnight bag. I have a guy coming over tonight and I'd like the place to myself.

That text is what led to me driving home on my lunch break instead of eating. Rereading the text my roommate sent me for the third time I cuss again. This is the fourth time this month she's done this to me. We share a two-bedroom apartment and since our bedrooms share a wall and the walls are paper thin she never wants me there. Plus, they get loud.

This also means that most of our friends have already been nice enough to let me crash at their place in the last couple of months, and I really don't want to start asking people for a second time. As I pull into the parking lot to our building I get my phone out to scroll through my contacts, after I text Anna.

I will try to find somewhere to crash tonight. I'll let you know by 5 what's up.

With that I turn my car off and head up the stairs, still scrolling to see if I can find someone to ask to let me crash at their place. Three flights of stairs and one long-ass hallway later I reach my apartment.

I always find somewhere else to sleep when you want the place to yourself.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. I haven't asked for the place to myself in over eight months. I just ignore it as I grab a backpack and load in two shirts, a pair of shorts, a pair of pants, clean panties, and a bra. I already have toiletries in the bag with how often I've had to use it. With a final decision, I text Erik.

Hey man, I've got a question... a favor really...

Zipping my bag up, after adding some knee socks and a hoodie, I throw it over my shoulder. I grab the book off of my nightstand and my laptop before heading out of the apartment. Door locked and everything situated in my bag or arms I head back to work. 'I'll need to get food at some point today.' My phone starts going off, I answer quickly.

"Hey, Carlie what's up?" Erik's smiling face greets me as I accept his Facetime. It looks like he's at work, signing stuff.

"Jones Boy... do you have plans tonight?"

"Not that I know of. Carlie..." He pauses sighing as he pinches the bridge of his nose, "You need a new damn roommate. Yes, you can crash at mine tonight."

"You are an actual saint. I'll cook, I'll stay out of the way." I pause with a quick scrunch of my nose and a sad smile as I see him roll his shoulder. "I'll give you a shoulder rub."

He breaks out into a smile. "If all I have to do is supply you with a bed to get spoiled I should give you a spare key and see what that gets me." He jokes.

"But really, thanks, man. I'll let you know when I get off work." He gives a sassy salute and hangs up. Pulling into the parking lot at my job I slide out and make my way back to my office.

I found a place A.

The rest of my day I focus on filling out all of the paperwork that I need to get done. Though I do end up thinking about food more and more as the day goes on. About two hours later I get a text from Anna.

Thanks. I know I say it all the time but I owe you.

I huff, yeah right. Like you said, all the time. She tells me all the time that she owes me but never actually carries through on the statement. As the end of the work, the day wraps up it gets harder and harder for me to concentrate. My stomach almost constantly makes noises.

Hey, I know you said you'd make dinner tonight. But do you just want to go out for food? I skipped lunch and am starving.

I had to laugh, of course, Erik didn't eat lunch today. My stomach grumbles again. At least we have the same thought.