When the clock above the television

When the clock above the television read two A.M., I
finally resigned to go bed. The mattress was lonely without
him, and the idea of calling his cell kept creeping into my
mind. I had nearly fallen asleep when Travis’ motorcycle
pulled into the parking lot. Two car doors shut shortly after,
and then several pairs footsteps climbed the stairs. Travis
fumbled with the lock, and then the door opened. He
laughed and mumbled, and then I heard not one, but two
female voices. Their giggling was interrupted by the distinct
sound of kissing and moaning. My heart sank, and I was
instantly angry that I felt that way. My eyes clenched shut
when one of the girls squealed, and then I was sure the next
sound was the three of them collapsing onto the couch.
I considered asking America for her keys, but Shepley’s
door was directly in view of the couch, and I couldn’t
stomach witnessing the picture that went along with the
noises in the living room. I buried my head under the pillow,
and then shut my eyes when door popped open. Travis
walked across the room, opened the top night table drawer,
picked through his bowl of condoms, and then shut the
drawer, jogging down the hall. The girls giggled for what
seemed like half an hour, and then it was quiet.
Seconds later, moans, humming and shouting filled the
apartment. It sounded as if a pornographic movie was
being filmed in the living room. I covered my face with my
hands, and shook my head. Whatever lines had blurred or
disappeared in the last week, an impenetrable stone wall
had gone up in their place. I shook off my ridiculous
emotions, forcing myself to relax. Travis was Travis, and we
were, without a doubt, friends, and only friends.
The shouting and other nauseating noises quieted down
after an hour, followed by whining, and then grumbling by
the women after being dismissed. Travis showered and
then collapsed onto his side of the bed, turning his back to
me. Even after his shower, he smelled like he’d drank
enough whiskey to sedate a horse, and I was livid that he’d
driven his motorcycle home in such a state.
After the awkwardness faded and the anger weakened,
I still couldn’t sleep. When Travis’ breaths were deep and
even, I sat up to look at the clock. The sun was going to rise
in less than an hour. I ripped the covers off of me, walked
down the hall and took a blanket from the hall cabinet. The
only evidence of Travis’ threesome was two empty condom
packages on the floor. I stepped over them and fell into the
recliner.
I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, America
and Shepley were sitting quietly on the couch watching a
muted television. The sun lit the apartment, and I cringed
when my back complained at any attempted movement.
America’s attention darted to me. “Abby?” she said,
rushing to my side. She watched me with wary eyes. She
was waiting for anger, or tears, or another emotionally
charged outburst.
Shepley looked miserable. “I’m sorry about last night,
Abby. This is my fault.”
I smiled. “It’s okay, Shep. You don’t have to apologize.”
America and Shepley traded glances, and then she
grabbed my hand. “Travis went to the store. He is…ugh, it
doesn’t matter what he is. I packed your stuff, and I’ll take
you to the dorms before he gets home so you don’t have to
deal with him.”
It wasn’t until that moment that I felt like crying; I had
been kicked out. I worked to keep my voice smooth before I
spoke. “Do I have time to take a shower?”
America shook her head. “Let’s just go, Abby, I don’t
want you to have to see him. He doesn’t deserve to—,”
The door flew open, and Travis walked in, his arms
lined with grocery sacks. He walked straight into the
kitchen, furiously working to get the cans and boxes into the
cabinets.
“When Pidge wakes up, let me know, okay?” he said in
a soft voice. “I got spaghetti, and pancakes, and
strawberries, and that oatmeal shit with the chocolate
packets, and she likes Fruity Pebbles cereal, right, Mare?”
he asked, turning.
When he saw me, he froze. After an awkward pause,
his expression melted, and his voice was smooth and
sweet.“Hey, Pigeon.”
I couldn’t have been more confused if I had woken up in
a foreign country. Nothing made sense. At first I thought I
had been evicted, and then Travis comes home with bags
full of my favorite foods.
He took a few steps into the living room, nervously
shoving his hands in his pockets. “You hungry, Pidge? I’ll
make you some pancakes. Or there’s uh…there’s some
oatmeal. And I got you some of that pink foamy shit that
girl’s shave with, and a hairdryer, and a…a….just a sec, it’s
in here,” he said, rushing to the bedroom.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Ketika jam di atas televisi baca 02:00, saya
akhirnya mengundurkan diri untuk pergi tidur. Kasur adalah kesepian tanpa
dia, dan ide memanggil selnya terus merayap ke saya
pikiran. Aku nyaris tertidur ketika sepeda motor Travis
'menarik ke tempat parkir. Dua pintu mobil ditutup tak lama setelah,
dan kemudian beberapa pasang jejak menaiki tangga. Travis
meraba-raba dengan kunci, dan kemudian pintu terbuka. Dia
tertawa dan bergumam, dan kemudian aku mendengar tidak satu, tapi dua
suara perempuan. Cekikikan mereka terganggu oleh yang berbeda
suara ciuman dan mengerang. Hatiku tenggelam, dan aku
langsung marah karena saya merasa seperti itu. Mataku tertutup rapat
ketika salah satu gadis menjerit, dan kemudian aku yakin berikutnya
suara itu mereka bertiga runtuh ke sofa.
Aku dianggap meminta Amerika untuk kunci, tapi Shepley ini
pintu langsung dalam pandangan sofa, dan aku tidak bisa
perut menyaksikan gambar yang pergi bersama dengan
suara di ruang tamu. Aku membenamkan kepalaku di bawah bantal,
dan kemudian menutup mata saya ketika pintu muncul terbuka. Travis
berjalan melintasi ruangan, membuka table top malam laci,
mengambil melalui mangkuk kondom, dan kemudian menutup
laci, jogging menyusuri lorong. Gadis-gadis tertawa untuk apa
yang tampak seperti setengah jam, dan kemudian itu tenang.
Beberapa detik kemudian, erangan, bersenandung dan berteriak mengisi
apartemen. Kedengarannya seperti film porno itu
sedang difilmkan di ruang tamu. Aku menutupi wajahku dengan saya
tangan, dan menggeleng. Apapun garis telah kabur atau
menghilang pada minggu terakhir, sebuah dinding batu tak tertembus
telah naik di tempat mereka. Aku menepis konyol saya
emosi, memaksa diri untuk bersantai. Travis Travis, dan kami
berada, tanpa diragukan lagi, teman-teman, dan hanya teman.
Teriakan dan suara memuakkan lainnya tenang
setelah satu jam, diikuti oleh merengek, dan kemudian menggerutu oleh
perempuan setelah diberhentikan. Travis mandi dan
kemudian runtuh ke samping tempat tidur, kembali ke
saya. Bahkan setelah mandi, dia berbau seperti dia minum
cukup wiski untuk tenang kuda, dan saya sangat marah bahwa ia
didorong rumah motornya dalam keadaan seperti itu.
Setelah kecanggungan memudar dan kemarahan melemah,
aku masih tidak bisa tidur. Ketika napas Travis 'yang mendalam dan
bahkan, saya duduk untuk melihat jam. Matahari akan meningkat
dalam waktu kurang dari satu jam. Aku merobek selimut dari saya, berjalan
menyusuri lorong dan mengambil selimut dari lemari ruang. The
satunya bukti threesome Travis 'adalah dua kondom kosong
paket di lantai. Aku melangkah atas mereka dan jatuh ke
kursi.
Aku memejamkan mata. Ketika saya membuka mereka lagi, Amerika
dan Shepley duduk tenang di sofa menonton
televisi diredam. Matahari menyala apartemen, dan aku meringis
ketika kembali saya mengeluh setiap gerakan berusaha.
Perhatian Amerika melesat ke saya. "Abby?" Katanya,
bergegas ke samping saya. Dia melihat saya dengan mata waspada. Dia
sedang menunggu marah, atau air mata, atau lain emosional
ledakan dikenakan.
Shepley tampak sengsara. "Aku minta maaf tentang tadi malam,
Abby. Ini salahku.
"Aku tersenyum. "Tidak apa-apa, Shep. Anda tidak perlu minta maaf.
"Amerika dan Shepley diperdagangkan pandang, dan kemudian dia
meraih tanganku. "Travis pergi ke toko. Dia adalah ... ugh, itu
tidak peduli apa dia. Aku dikemas barang-barang Anda, dan aku akan mengambil
Anda ke asrama sebelum ia pulang sehingga Anda tidak perlu
berurusan dengan dia ".
Tidak sampai saat itu bahwa saya merasa ingin menangis; Saya telah
ditendang keluar. Saya bekerja untuk menjaga suaraku halus sebelum saya
berbicara. "Apakah saya punya waktu untuk mandi?"
America menggeleng. "Mari kita pergi, Abby, aku tidak
ingin kau harus menemuinya. Dia tidak pantas ke-,
"Pintu terbuka, dan Travis masuk, tangannya
dilapisi dengan karung kelontong. Dia berjalan langsung ke
dapur, marah bekerja untuk mendapatkan kaleng dan kotak ke dalam
lemari.
"Ketika Pidge bangun, biarkan aku tahu, oke?" Katanya dalam
suara lembut. "Aku punya spaghetti, dan pancake, dan
stroberi, dan oatmeal kotoran dengan cokelat
paket, dan dia suka Fruity Pebbles sereal, tepat, Mare?"
Tanyanya, berputar.
Ketika dia melihat saya, dia membeku. Setelah jeda canggung,
ekspresinya meleleh, dan suaranya halus dan
manis. "Hei, Pigeon."
Saya tidak bisa lebih bingung jika saya telah terbangun di
sebuah negara asing. Tidak ada yang masuk akal. Pada awalnya saya pikir saya
telah diusir, dan kemudian Travis pulang dengan tas
penuh makanan favorit saya.
Dia mengambil beberapa langkah ke ruang tamu, gugup
mendorong tangannya di saku. "Kau lapar, Pidge? Aku akan
membuat Anda beberapa pancake. Atau ada eh ... ada beberapa
oatmeal. Dan aku punya beberapa dari yang berbusa kotoran pink yang
mencukur gadis dengan, dan pengering rambut, dan ... sebuah ... .just sebentar, itu
di sini, "katanya, bergegas ke kamar tidur.