Luke
I'm pretty sure I'm sitting in a meadow. I can hear the water flowing over rocks in the distance, crickets chirping, the grass blades tickling my apparently bare legs. I opened my eyes to look around, the sun a little to bright for comfort, and me a little to naked. Standing up, I brushed the stray grass of back and legs, to keep it from itching, and started walking. Where on Earth was I? That was when I heard something very, very familiar. My phone!
"neol wihan lover lover lover cop
Imma always be on top..." Where was it? I started running, looking for it, when my hand hit something hard, and I opened my eyes to see the inside of my cover. I pushed the fabric away, revealing my phone, still singing, sitting in the middle of my floor. So that's what I had hit. I jumped out of bed and pulled on some pajama pants, feeling rushed and sore all at once. Wobbling over to my phone, I picked it up to see a text message from Tailor.
"Ordering pizza, want some?" Of course I wanted some. I hadn't had anything to eat since last night, I'm starving! I glanced around my room, feeling as though I was forgetting something, and then turned to leave. As I moved, muscle burn shot through me, more on my thighs and upper arms than anywhere else. So that's what I had forgotten, I was still sore.
Yesterday I had helped a senior center pack all their things. They were moving to another building and needed the help, so I so kindly offered. My treat was a free homemade lunch, and some muscle burn. I probably wouldn't have had the muscle burn had we not had to move a pool table. It took seven guys to lift the thing and move it. We all looked like a centipede of men, the pool table our body.
The analogy made me smile as I made out of my room and into the living room. I spotted Tailor, giving him a smile as I answered his text in person. "I'm starving! Who's paying?" Unlike most people, who will keep quiet when the subject of paying comes up, I tend to be the 'fool' who walks right into the trap of paying for everyone's meal...on purpose. I don't mind forking up some cash and helping out, even if its just the other person being stingy. If they're so stingy over their money, then maybe they needed it the first place you know?
The next person I saw was Evan. When did he get here? I knew a little about Evan, like that he was young and a perv, as Tailor always called him. I didn't care that I was shirtless in front of him, partly because I'm a guy, and that's supposed to be 'normal', and partly because I didn't want to spend the muscle pain to walk back in my room for a shirt. I plopped down on the couch, welcoming the relaxing feeling of my muscles settling down. I knew this couldn't last for long, for if I didn't exercise or something then I would just stay sore all day. Maybe I'd go for a jog.