My Roommates Brother

How to Survive an Ex

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We had agreed that we would leave early the next morning. Alex hoped we could get everything that needed to be done did in two days. This meant staying overnight. He offered to put us up in a hotel room for the night since this was in fact because of him. Frankly, I would have been just fine sleeping in the car but I will take the amenities with staying in a hotel. He also made the good point that it was getting much colder at night so sleeping in the car would prove to be uncomfortable. He was right about that. I shuddered with the idea that we would more than likely be sharing the same room if not the same bed.

I got up the next morning before the alarm and managed to drag my butt out of bed. After packing myself an overnight bag I walked out into the living room to see one very sexy but half-asleep Alex with a cup of coffee already in his hand.

I made sure after his first few days here that I left my bedroom covered, especially since we had stopped fooling around. He however didn’t feel the need to cover his body and I could clearly make out the shape of his morning erection underneath his boxers, although he seemed unaware of this fact.

How normal is it to be walking around your sister’s house with morning wood?

I shook my head and tried to remain my eye contact above the belt. I will admit that it was hard though. It was as hard to ignore as a screaming two year old in Wal-Mart.

When I say that Alex wanted me to take him to Virginia, what he really meant was that he was going to drive my car and I was just along for the ride. I don’t know why on earth I would have thought differently. An hour into our trip we had already stopped like six times and hadn’t even left the state yet. Virginia was only supposed to be like a 6 hour drive but I however can see that it is going to take much longer.

1. Alex has the bladder of a small child. That or he seriously needs to cut his intake of fluids.

2. Alex cannot pass a music store or any other media selling superstore. If he sees it he must stop.

3. If it is someplace he hasn’t stopped in years he has to stop and tell me a story about what happened here and why it is memorable to him.

Although I can’t lie that he is a trip to hang out with, I want to make it Virginia before I turn old and senile. However I may be senile before we get there anyways. Alex is driving me freakin bat shit. I was about ready to make him pull over and let me drive just to keep some sort of schedule. It’s a wonder Alex runs on time to anywhere.

Finally crossing over the state line is seems as if our trip down Jersey memory lane has ended. We only stopped for gas and lunch while we were in Delaware. It seemed the closer and closer we got to Virginia Beach the more nervous Alex got. We went from talking and laughing throughout most of the trip to clamming up and acting peculiar. It wasn’t like Alex to behave so strange. He was normally very open about his feelings. He would occasionally sigh heavily or anxiously tap his fingers on the steering wheel. I wasn’t sure if he was upset about his truck or upset about seeing his ex. No matter the reason I knew that he was going to need me to be there for him. Which I was reminded of several times in the past twenty-four hours since he requested me to accompany him.

As we crossed over the Virginia state line Alex finished out his phone and made a phone call to someone. I can only assume it was someone he knew from the area. He spoke to his friend named Mick who he asked to meet him at the airport with a flat bed. Alex knew from what airport security had told him that he had flat tires on his truck so there was no way for him to drive it away. Alex was smart to call for someone to come and help. His voice was unemotional and curt to his friend. I don’t know if that is just how he was towards his friends or whether it was his nerves just getting the better of him.  Regardless he should have shown someone who was helping him a bit more respect. His tone reminded me of our trip to the mall and how he had spoken to me about me paying for lunch. It was a conversation I had all but forgotten until now.