Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

you're not getting away that easy

Travis' POV

I sighed, annoyed, tapping my fingers on my leg under the table as the guy droned on and on. He'd been talking way too much for the last hour, and I wasn't the only one getting irritated by him. I could see a couple of the other guys fidgeting, finding other things to look at, giving each other side glances every now and then. We'd been at this interview for far too long, and all of the questions had been long and kind of pointless. Most of the reporters had finished by now, but this one guy just wouldn't shut up.

Eventually, half an hour later, we wrapped the interview up. The reporters filed out, and as soon as they'd left, we all sighed collectively, and then laughed. My brain felt fuzzy, bored, frustrated. We all got up, stretching our stuff limbs as Coach shuffled the papers he'd been looking over and then looked up at us.

"Alright, good job today boys, I know that one guy was droning on." He chuckled, and a few of us nodded. "Uh, Travis, a word?"

"What's up?" I asked, going over as everyone else started collecting their things. 

"I never got your response about the updated program."

"What program?" I frowned.

"I sent it out to everyone a couple weeks ago. New training schemes, a few roster changes, some forms and things you guys needed to work on before we start training." Andy shrugged. "I need them all in by next week and yours hasn't come through."

"Oh shit, I didn't even see that." I sighed. "Sorry. I'll get it to you by then."

"Good lad, now off you go. It's late."

I nodded, grabbing my phone from my pocket and opening my email as I walked. Scrolling down a few weeks, I found the email Andy had been talking about and opened it. I almost groaned when I saw how much work I'd have to do for it; no wonder he'd sent it out so early. This was going to take me hours. Great, it wasn't like I had enough to do already.

Annoyed - mostly at myself but a little at life in general too - I stuck my phone back in my pocket and headed out to my car. It was dark, half ten, but it was still warm and muggy out despite the late hour. That was one of the only things I hated about summer, and it didn't help my sour mood. I glared at the road as I drove home, getting back just before eleven. The house was dark and silent when I unlocked the front door so I assumed Taylor was asleep and tried to step lightly as I moved inside. 

Still pissed off, I locked the door, kicked off my shoes, and headed inside. Benji meowed at me when I went into the living room and I walked over to see him staring up at me insistently from his bowl. Sighing to myself, I got the bag of cat food from underneath the sink and filled his bowl back up again. 

"Your Mom asleep huh buddy?" I rubbed his head as he dove into the bowl, scarfing down the food. "Where's your sisters?" Probably off killing things, or asleep. You never knew. I got up after a moment, trying to decide whether to make a start on some work or go to bed. 

Even though I really didn't feel like it, I located my computer and sat down at the table, opening up my email. I opened what Andy had sent through and started looking through it, but quickly got pissed off and shut my computer a little too hard. It was all stuff I had to really think through and work out, and probably shouldn't be done at eleven at night.

Sighing to myself, I shrugged out of my jacket and headed over to the bedroom door. It was wide open; Taylor slept hot so she was probably trying to keep the room cool. I paused in the doorway, my eyes adjusting to the darker bedroom, and then I smiled to myself. My fiancé was fast asleep on top of the covers, lying on her stomach with her face turned away from me, arms tucked under her pillow, and she was completely naked. Her hair was braided, probably to keep the strands from sticking to the back of her neck. I smiled to myself, watching as she breathed slowly in and out.