Un-Expected

5: Home Sweet Sleep

Me and Jorel stared ahead at the steps in front of us. Jorel had gladly informed me that the elevator was out-of-order, so we had to take the stairs. I smiled turning to him with an idea."Race ya."
"It's 3 flights of stairs."
I smirked getting ready to run up the stairs, my foot on the bottom step. Jorel shrugged, getting ready too.
"You're on."
We both took off up the stairs laughing our butts off. My lungs and legs burned but i was having too much fun to give up. Once I reached the last flight of stairs I started to skip every other step until I reached the very top. Jorel was hunched over, a smile on his face.
"I....win."
I panted, resting my hands on my knees for a second. "I really...... Need to get out more."
Jorel laughed offering a hand which I gladly took. We walked to his room where he searched his pockets for his keys.
"Damnit..." He mumbled, resting his head on the door.
"What'd you do this time?"
"Fun-Dylan's got my keys."
"Well," I smiled, crossing my arms."is you're band home?"
"They better be." He sighed, knocking on the door. After no one answered we traded looks and both knocked. Jorel rolled his eyes.
"Daniel! Open the damn door! I know you're in there!"
Seconds later the door cracked open so that we could see a man standing at the door.
"Alright..." He laughed."you caught me."
He was wearing a red hoodie with a jean jacket on so I could see that he (like Jorel) had his arms covered in tattoos. Tough guy, huh.
He had brown hair ,like my natural color, that was styled Nicly. I tried not to stare but he looked oddly fimiliar.
Jorel gladly disappeared into the hallway, leaving me alone with the man at the door.
"I like you're shirt."
I looked down at my shirt confused for a second before I smiled at him."thanks. Their my favorite band."
I stood there at their door awkwardly until the man stuck out his hand.
"Danny. I'm Danny."
"Autumn Moore."
I leaned on the doorframe waiting to be welcomed into these peoples room. My mom never let me into someone's house without being invited in. It was just something she boared into me. Ever since I was little.
A loud clank came from the kitchen, followed by Jorels scream.
"Um, I'll be a minute!" He popped his head out of the corner, a pot on his head. "Make yourself at home, Aut."
I nodded at him, a smile on my face. I decided that I liked that nickname. It could be worse.
Danny smiled pulling the door closed behind me. He shook his head at jorel but he looked overall pleased. He must be used to jorels stupidity. I sat into a chair while Danny sat across from me on the couch.
"So Danny huh? I know someone with that name." I somehow couldn't place where I knew him, all I knew was that I knew him from somewhere. "Have I met you before?"
Danny scratched his chin, debating wether or not if met him before.
"No. Why?"
"Sorry," I rubbed my eyes. "I just got a strange sense that I know you. I've had a long day anyway."
"Mkay." Danny shrugged grabbing the remote on the table. He switched the tv on, loony tunes coming on in bright color.
"Damnit, Dylans gonna be pissed..." Danny mumbled hitting record on the cartoons.
"Why would he?"
"His cartoons came on and he can't watch them. Though, good thing I recorded it or he'd be upset." Danny settled on some movie but I didn't pay much attention to it.
"Dylan still watches cartoons?" I cocked an eyebrow, a small devilish smile gracing my lips.
"Only every day. Then, in the morning, if they come on he has to watch them. It's almost as bad as his weed addiction." Danny rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.
"Did you say weed?" I sunk farther into the chair. My mind started to wander to sleep, making me struggle to keep my eyes open.
"yeah. Whatever weird shit Dylan does." Danny looked over at me with a smile. "Dylan's full of literal shit."
I laughed, crossing my legs, my shoes kicked off of my feet. Danny started to stand up and head to the kitchen.
"Can I get you anything to drink? Vodka? Whiskey? Kool-Aid? I think Charlie didn't drink all of it..."
"I can take water thank you for asking."
Danny nodded, disappearing into the kitchen that Jorel had been in. My eyes grew heavy, my body calling for sleep. I checked my watch seeing why I was so tired. It was almost 2 in the morning.
I reached into my bag and searched around for my sweatshirt. Once I found it, I slipped it on, my arms warming up to the soft fabric.
I heard footsteps come back into the living room but my eyes had already closed, begging for some shut eye.
"Aw. She's even less menacing when she's sleeping." Danny cooed, his voice felt far away. But at the same time right in my ear.
"Shut up."
A pair of arms wrapped around me carrying me bridal style into a room and into a Bed. The person carrying me tucked me under the blankets and kissed my forehead goodnight like a father would to his daughter. Maybe it was my dad.
"Night, Aut."