He led me to the window, and then c

He led me to the window, and then crawled out, turning
to help me up and out to the fresh night air. The crickets
were chirping in the shadows, stopping just long enough to
let us pass. The monkey grass that lined the sidewalk
weaved in the gentle breeze, reminding me of the sound
the ocean makes when I wasn’t quite close enough to hear
the waves breaking. It wasn’t too hot, or too cold; it was the
perfect night.
“Why on earth would you want me to stay with you,
anyway?” I asked.
Travis shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I
don’t know. Everything’s better when you’re around.”
The warm and fuzzies I felt from his words quickly faded
with the sight of the red, blotchy mess on his shirt. “Ew. You
have blood all over you.”
Travis looked down with indifference, and then opened
the door, gesturing for me to walk in. I breezed by Kara who
studied on her bed, held captive by the text books that
surrounded her.
“The boilers were fixed this morning,” she said.
“I heard,” I said, rifling through my closet.
“Hi,” Travis said to Kara.
Kara’s face twisted as she scanned Travis’ sweaty,
bloody form.
“Travis, this is my roommate Kara Lin. Kara, Travis
Maddox.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kara said, pushing her glasses up
the bridge of her nose. She glanced at my bulging bags.
“Are you moving out?”
“Nope. Lost a bet.”
Travis burst into laughter, grabbing my bags. “Ready?”
“Yeah. How am I going to get all of this to your
apartment? We’re on your bike.”
Travis smiled and pulled out his cell phone. He carried
my luggage to the street, and minutes later, Shepley’s
black, vintage Charger pulled up.
The passenger-side window rolled down, and America
poked her head out. “Hey, Chickie!”
“Hey yourself. The boilers are working again at
Morgan, are you still staying with Shep?”
She winked. “Yeah, I thought I’d stay tonight. I heard
you lost a bet.”
Before I could speak, Travis shut the trunk and Shep
sped off, with America squealing as she fell back into
the car.
We walked to his Harley, and when I wrapped my arms
around him, he rested his hand on mine.
“I’m glad you were there tonight, Pidge. I’ve never had
so much fun at a fight in my life.”
I perched my chin on his shoulder and smiled. “That
was because you were trying to win our bet.”
He angled his neck to face me. “Damn right I was.”
There was no amusement in his eyes, he was serious, and
he wanted me to see it.
My eyebrows shot up. “Is that why you were in such a
bad mood today? Because you knew they’d fixed the
boilers, and I would be leaving tonight?”
Travis didn’t answer; he only smiled as he started his
motorcycle. The drive to the apartment was
uncharacteristically slow. At every stoplight, Travis would
either cover my hands with his, or he would rest his hand on
my knee. The lines were blurring again, and I wondered
how we would spend a month together and not ruin
everything. The loose ends of our friendship were tangling
in a way I never imagined.
When we arrived in the apartment parking lot,
Shepley’s Charger sat in its usual spot.
I stood in front of the steps. “I always hate it when
they’ve been home for awhile. I feel like we’re going to
interrupt them.”

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Dia membawaku ke jendela, dan kemudian merangkak keluar, mengubahuntuk membantu saya naik dan keluar ke udara segar malam. Jangkrikyang berkicau dalam bayang-bayang, berhenti cukup lama untukMari kita lulus. Rumput monyet yang berjejer di sepanjang trotoarberkelok-kelok di angin lembut, yang mengingatkan saya tentang suaralaut membuat ketika aku tidak cukup cukup dekat untuk mendengarombak memecah. Itu tidak terlalu panas atau terlalu dingin; itumalam yang sempurna."Mengapa di bumi Apakah Anda ingin saya untuk tetap dengan Anda,Pokoknya?" Saya bertanya.Travis mengangkat bahu, mendorong tangan di saku. "SayaTidak tahu. Segala sesuatu adalah lebih baik ketika Anda di sekitar."Hangat dan fuzzies aku merasa dari kata-kata dengan cepat memudardengan mata merah, jerawat kekacauan pada kemejanya. "Ew. Andamemiliki darah seluruh Anda."Travis menunduk dengan ketidakpedulian, dan kemudian dibukapintu, menunjuk bagi saya untuk berjalan di. Saya melenggang oleh Kara yangbelajar di tempat tidurnya, tawanan yang diadakan oleh teks buku yangmengepungnya."Boiler yang tetap pagi ini," katanya."Saya mendengar," kataku, rifling melalui lemari saya."Hai," kata Travis untuk Kara.Kara's wajah memutar seperti dia dipindai Travis' berkeringat,bentuk berdarah."Travis, ini adalah teman sekamar saya Kara Lin. Kara, TravisMaddox.""Senang bertemu Anda," kata Kara, mendorong kacamatanyaJembatan hidungnya. Dia melirik tas menggembung saya."Apakah Anda bergerak?""Tidak. Kehilangan taruhan."Travis terbahak-bahak, menyambar tas saya. "Siap?"“Yeah. How am I going to get all of this to yourapartment? We’re on your bike.”Travis smiled and pulled out his cell phone. He carriedmy luggage to the street, and minutes later, Shepley’sblack, vintage Charger pulled up.The passenger-side window rolled down, and Americapoked her head out. “Hey, Chickie!”“Hey yourself. The boilers are working again atMorgan, are you still staying with Shep?”She winked. “Yeah, I thought I’d stay tonight. I heardyou lost a bet.”Before I could speak, Travis shut the trunk and Shepsped off, with America squealing as she fell back intothe car.We walked to his Harley, and when I wrapped my armsaround him, he rested his hand on mine.“I’m glad you were there tonight, Pidge. I’ve never hadso much fun at a fight in my life.”I perched my chin on his shoulder and smiled. “Thatwas because you were trying to win our bet.”He angled his neck to face me. “Damn right I was.”There was no amusement in his eyes, he was serious, andhe wanted me to see it.My eyebrows shot up. “Is that why you were in such abad mood today? Because you knew they’d fixed theboilers, and I would be leaving tonight?”Travis didn’t answer; he only smiled as he started hismotorcycle. The drive to the apartment wasuncharacteristically slow. At every stoplight, Travis wouldeither cover my hands with his, or he would rest his hand onmy knee. The lines were blurring again, and I wonderedhow we would spend a month together and not ruineverything. The loose ends of our friendship were tanglingin a way I never imagined.When we arrived in the apartment parking lot,Shepley’s Charger sat in its usual spot.I stood in front of the steps. “I always hate it whenthey’ve been home for awhile. I feel like we’re going tointerrupt them.”