Swap // Patrick Stump

Deux

The drive back to our apartment was long. Traffic was heavy, since all roads always get really crammed when a concert just exits the Molson Canadian Amphitheater. As soon as we pulled up to the lights of Lake Shore Blvd, we knew it would be all hell from there.

I got stuck with driving, of course. Gaby needed her "beauty sleep." Sometimes she should be glad we're related, or else I'd friend-dump her.

I love driving to and from the amphitheater, since we pass Medieval Times every time. I can see some of the employees headed to their cars, still in costume. It makes me laugh. It cleared up near the river luckily, however the route back to the campus normally takes about half an hour, but we got stuck in traffic for a solid fifty minutes.

I finally turned into Glendon and drove down to the Hilliard residence, where Gaby and I stay. I parked the car outside and looked at her. Her hair was all scrunched upward on the seat and her hand was squishing her mouth in a weird angle, causing her to drool. Of course, I took a picture before waking her up.

"Huh," she snorted and rubbed her face, "wha?"

"We're home, get up. You have an earlier class than me tomorrow." I said. Gaby grunted and grabbed her bag and fiddled around to find the small metal handle. She finally found it and opened the door, walking toward our building. I followed after her and had to keep her from walking into the door or any people.

We successfully made it to our rooms. Luckily this campus's dorms are singles. I helped Gaby to her's and returned to mine. I walked in and placed my phone on the desk, plugging it in. The lights were off so I closed my door and locked it before pulling down my quilt and crawling in.

The ceiling has such a weird texture.

I couldn't fall asleep and I layed there, staring at the spotted roof. I could sometimes do this weird thing where if I look at it a certain way, it has the illusion of the weird poke-y out things are poke-y in things instead. It didn't always work though.

I got fed up and rolled over to stare at the wall. Nothing exciting. At least my mind isn't busy. And because of that, I slowly drifted off to sleep.