The Nerd

Hobo

I walk up the stone steps of the apartment complex following Clayton to the second landing.

We reach the concrete flooring and walk a little ways down as the sound of cars driving on the highway and music boomed from the club a couple miles down the road. The highway bridge lights and street lights illuminate the dark night and cascaded on the brick walls of the complex.

Unlike me Clayton lived in the city of Richmond Virginia where as I lived on the outskirts of the city, in all the little house complexes as people would say the rich people houses.

We stopped in front of a brown door that said 210 in gold metal letters. Clayton pulled out his keys, unlocking the door and pushing it open. It creaked open to show a dark room as far as I could see.

Clayton stumbled in tripping on what I think is a shoe he kicked it out of the way as he flicked on the light, illuminating the room.

The apartment was a decent size. When you first walked in you where stood on a small tiled platform that cut off to white carpet that ran into the the living room. To your left was a small kitchen with a white counter that curved so when you first walked in it was right on your left and in the open. On the wall the cabinets hung and along the left wall with a white counter that wrapped along the wall underneath them. A sink in the middle of the middle counter and a fridge was placed at the end of the far left counter. It was a small square kitchen with grey tiling.

To your right behind the open door was a small also grey tiled dining room with a small six seater brown rectangle table.

Then straight ahead of you when you walked in was a living room. The back of the long couch facing the entrance as two love seats sat on either sides and a square brown coffee table acquainted them in the middle and a big flat screen tv hung on the back wall with a sliding glass door to the left and a window on the right side of the tv.

To your right between the living room and dining room was a door that I assumed was Clayton's room. To the left between the living room and kitchen wall, was a small open hallway, I can't see what's back their from where I am though.

Clayton walks in setting his keys on the counter, "Shut the door the heaters on," he says, not even looking at me.

"You sound like my grandmother," I say sarcastically as I shut the door.

He glances back at me with no emotion as he slips off his jacket and opens his door, throwing it in his room and going in shutting the door. I stand awkwardly in the doorway as the kitchen light illuminates the room and silence hovers over me.

Moments later the door opens and Clayton steps out in basketball shorts and a black tight fitted t shirt. He stretches, raising his arms above his head as he yawns, his shirt slightly lifts up showing a small portion of his toned stomach.

He lets his arms dropped to his side and diverts his attention to me.

"You can sleep on the long couch for now," he goes back into his room and comes back out with a pillow and blanket, "Here's these," he says, handing them to me. "Make yourself comfortable, bathrooms to your left in that hallway, first door." He says, waking into the kitchen.

I nod, throwing the blanket and pillow on the couch and carrying my bag with me to the bathroom.

I open the door to reveal a small white bathroom. A grey marbled counter hung on the left wall with a small mirror above it and a sink in the middle of the counter a toilet sat between the wall and sink. A bathtub was to your right with a few cabinets behind the door and a small window on the middle wall between the toilet and bathtub.