"this is my place," tyler said, as he unlocked a door to his apartment. he opened it and got out of the way for me to walk in. i dragged the oxygen tank behind me and i walked in.
it was a nice size for a apartment. as soon as you walked in there was a living room with a big couch and a tv a few feet away from it. then there was a cute little coffee table seperating them. then, if you walk past couch there was a little kitchen, and in between the kitchen and couch there was a hallway.
i walked all the way in, soaking wet from the rain. tyler was also wet, but he was more wet. he tried covering up my tank with his sweatshirt, so his shirt was soaked and his sweater.
"thank you," tyler nodded his head and smiled. he closed the door and took his sweatshirt to the hallway. i walked over to the couch and i looked down.
i couldn't sit down because my pants were wet and i didn't want to get his couch all wet.
'i could just .. flip the coushion?'
tyler came back from the hallway, dressed in a new, dry outfit. in his hand he was holding clothes.
"for you," he said, i walked over to him and i grabbed the clothes out of his hand. i went to the bathroom and tyler went over to the coat rack, (that i hadn't noticed) and took a rain jacket and put it on, he opened the door and left and closed the door behind him.
i went to the hallway and i opened doors to try and find a bathroom. i opened one room and it had a giant bed with a blanket on top. there was nothing inside, just a bed, nightstand, and a lamp. i opened another door and there was a bed and the comforter was un tidy and i'll admit, it bothered me. there were shirts on the floor and socks, and red bull cans were on a nightstand. there looked to be about ten, i closed the door and i turned around to the door across the hall. i turned the handle and yes, it was the bathroom.
i went inside and i closed the door. i took of my wet pants and i put them on the floor. i then attempted to take of my shirt but the stupid breathing tube thing got in the way. i tried to fix it but then my shirt got tangled up in it.
i heard the front door open and close and feet stomp.
"tyler?" i asked, no reply. "tyler?" this time it was louder and in came a tyler, he looked at me, and i looked at him. "i'm stuck in a pickle."
"oh, actually, you're stuck in a shirt," he said, he walked over to me and helped with the shirt. finally it was off and that's when i noticed how close tyler was to me. his breath met mine and i felt like moving away, but i didn't want to. that was the weird thing. i wanted to stay there, right in front of him.
but then he moved away, and i moved away.
"that was- i- you-," tyler started, he scratched the back of his head.
"oh, yeah, uh-" i said, tyler walked in a circle and then he pointed to the door and left.
i grabbed the shirt sitting in the sink and i carefully put it on, ignoring the fact that a) it wasn't mine and b) it was big. this time i decided to take off the tubes to change, and it felt weird.
it felt weird breathing on my own, it felt.. nice as well. i put on the shirt and then it started to get hard to breath so i bent down and picked up the tube.
i walked out of the bathroom, my wet clothes in my hand. i turned off the light and went out to the living room.
tyler was sitting down on the couch, his arms were crossed and he had his legs stretched out so his feet were resting on the coffee table. he was staring at his feet, not blinking. he was just sitting there, staring.
i knocked on the wall and he finally blinked and he looked over at me. he uncrossed his arms and he put his legs down and he stood up.
"oh, uh, just put the clothe-es on the bed in the first door o-on the left," i followed his directions and i opened the door, i put them on the bed and turned and walked out.
"thank you," i said. he nodded his head and then went back to staring at his shoes. we didn't talk at all after that, it was silent. i was drowning in my thoughts and i don't know what he was doing.
then it got dark outside and tyler finally said something.
"so, are you hungry?"
me: "a little, yes."
tyler: "well, i have cup-a-noodles? oh, wait i also have lasagna! like, the kind you put in the oven and it cooks? yeah, that."
me: "dude, i love lasagna."
tyler: "sick! okay, i'm making that."
he got up and went over to the kitchen and i stayed where i was, on the couch. i felt something weird in my stomach and i didn't know what it was. i was scared that it was my cancer spreading. (but that sounded stupid.) i googled what it was on my phone and some weird website came up.
'am i in love??' i shrugged and clicked on it. i read it and some of it was weird.
'first off: if the guy invites you to his house, i mean.. he might like you. (or girl)
second: you feel something weird in your stomach. butterflies? no, if you have butterflies in your stomach you have a serious. problem. it's just your- ugh. i really don't feel like getting all science-y. but, it's your nervousness around them.
third: you-'
i stopped there i looked at the kitchen and then back at my phone. i turned it off and i got off the couch. i walked into the kitchen and smiled.
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YO!
mk bye
