Beautiful Illusions (Chris Motionless)

Coming to the Cold

(Important A/N at the end)

The drive from New York to Scranton wasn’t so long. Just about two hours or so.

Ryan and I just watched The Office once The Nightmare on Elm Street was over.

Josh woke up about an hour ago so he joined us while we were watching The Office.

Josh told us in which order we were getting dropped off in. I was first then Balz, followed by Ricky and Ryan and then Josh.

We were about ten minutes away from my house. My home. My lovely and warm home.

It was a pretty nice neighborhood that was built about one or two years ago. I just moved in there earlier this year. It was a nice place to live.

There were nice and open minded people that wouldn’t stare and point at me whenever I left my house.

I wasn’t there most of the time but it’s nice to know that I wouldn’t be judged in the place where I lived.

“Seven minutes away Chris,” Josh called out to me.

I should get my shit together. I left the couch where I was sitting on and walked to the back of the bus to pack my duffle bag. The two suitcases I brought were ready to go I just needed to get my things out of my bunk.

After pulling back the curtain, I started stuffing everything that was in my bunk into the duffle bag.

My makeup kit, my last one clean shirt, all my beanies and some other shit (mostly dirty shirts) and my hoodie that Balz spilled coffee all over.

Ryan and Josh helped me out by taking my suitcases to the front of the bus while I was still packing my things.

Once I had everything I needed I zipped up the duffle bag to fish out my keys. I reached into the front pocket of the duffle to get my keys out but they weren’t there.

Shit, I couldn’t find them.

Did I drop them? Did someone take them? Did I lose them? Fuck. I was flipping out because I couldn’t find them.

They were the only ones I had left. I already lost my spare key. I don’t have a spare key for my spare key.

Feeling desperate, I out everything I just put in there to search for my missing keys.

I looked in every pocket, in every nook and cranny yet I could not find it. Feeling defeated, I unzipped the first pocket I thought they were in and I found them.

My keys were underneath a Buffalo Wild Wings receipt. Yup, well I’m a dumb fuck at times.

Exhaling slowly, I calmed my nerves down, then I started to start my duffle bag again with all my things. I then felt the bus come to a halt.

“Chris we’re here!” Josh yelled at me from the front of the bus.

After I had everything back inside the bag, I walked back to the front of the bus, getting my phone and laptop that I left on the couch earlier.

Josh and Ryan helped me out by carrying my suitcases to my house. I fumbled with the keys before the door unlocked and then I opened it.

It was cold and fairly dark inside of my house so I flickered on the lights to the living room when Ryan, Josh and I walked in. They set my suitcases off to the side of the living room.

I set my laptop on the couch, put my phone in my hoodie and  set the duffle bag on the ground.

I thanked Ryan and Josh for their help their help and we all walked out of my house and towards the bus when Balz and Ricky came stumbling off with weak and weary eyes.