First Day Jitters (open)
Jul 23, 2013 17:20:22 GMT -5
Post by Travis Morgan on Jul 23, 2013 17:20:22 GMT -5
Travis sat quietly in his room for a while. He didn't start unpacking. He just sat there on his bed, knees tucked up under his chin.
He was trying really hard not to freak out.
When he finally moved it was only to grab his phone. He folded himself back into position on his bed and called Michael. He answered on the first ring.
"Travis! Baby! How are you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm alright," Travis said, sounding more than a little shell shocked.
"No your not. I can tell.
"Sorry."
"Travis, talk to me. How are you feeling?"
"I don't know," Travis said, his voice cracking, "um--" He hid behind his knees, clutching his phone to his ear and sobbing. "It's just really different, and I hate airports, and flying sucks, and I don't know anyone, and I miss my family, and I miss you, and I don't wanna' be here, and I wanna come home!"
"Shh, Tray. You're gonna be okay. It'll only be scary for a little while. You'll meet some people and--"
"I suck at meeting people, Michael! Especially now! I don't even wanna leave my room-- people are scary, and I don't want to meet them!"
The conversation carried on like that for a while. Finally, after several hours of coaxing, Michael convinced Travis to leave his room.
"Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?"
"No, I'm not going to talk out there! Are you insane? Someone might notice me!"
"Tray."
"If someone talks to me I'll... Respond. In some way. Alright?"
They said goodbye, and Travis quietly poked his head outside his bedroom. He visually located the door and quickly scurried through the common area. He didn't want to meet his roommates yet. Close quarters were too close right now, and he wasn't ready to find out if he liked them.
Closing the door behind him, Travis looked down the hallway. He looked sort of like a mouse venturing out into the open, prepared to run and hide from a giant feline at the first sign of movement. His eyes were wide, and his arms were wrapped around his middle. Travis was attempting to breath like a normal freaking person, but he was still a bit traumatized from having been in a busy airport several hours ago.
Surreal. He felt surreal. This is where he lived now.
Travis walked slowly, cautiously, to the first floor common area. His heart thudded a little harder as he realized there was somebody there. Maybe he should just go back to his room. He'd stepped outside like he said he would. Nobody said how long he had to be out. This counted right?
He lingered nervously by the stairs, trapped by indecision. Oh, god. What are you doing? Do something! Don't just stand there! You look like a retard!. Flustered, Travis just sat down next to the stairs. On the floor. Feeling awkward, and tense, and absolutely petrified.
He was trying really hard not to freak out.
When he finally moved it was only to grab his phone. He folded himself back into position on his bed and called Michael. He answered on the first ring.
"Travis! Baby! How are you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm alright," Travis said, sounding more than a little shell shocked.
"No your not. I can tell.
"Sorry."
"Travis, talk to me. How are you feeling?"
"I don't know," Travis said, his voice cracking, "um--" He hid behind his knees, clutching his phone to his ear and sobbing. "It's just really different, and I hate airports, and flying sucks, and I don't know anyone, and I miss my family, and I miss you, and I don't wanna' be here, and I wanna come home!"
"Shh, Tray. You're gonna be okay. It'll only be scary for a little while. You'll meet some people and--"
"I suck at meeting people, Michael! Especially now! I don't even wanna leave my room-- people are scary, and I don't want to meet them!"
The conversation carried on like that for a while. Finally, after several hours of coaxing, Michael convinced Travis to leave his room.
"Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?"
"No, I'm not going to talk out there! Are you insane? Someone might notice me!"
"Tray."
"If someone talks to me I'll... Respond. In some way. Alright?"
They said goodbye, and Travis quietly poked his head outside his bedroom. He visually located the door and quickly scurried through the common area. He didn't want to meet his roommates yet. Close quarters were too close right now, and he wasn't ready to find out if he liked them.
Closing the door behind him, Travis looked down the hallway. He looked sort of like a mouse venturing out into the open, prepared to run and hide from a giant feline at the first sign of movement. His eyes were wide, and his arms were wrapped around his middle. Travis was attempting to breath like a normal freaking person, but he was still a bit traumatized from having been in a busy airport several hours ago.
Surreal. He felt surreal. This is where he lived now.
Travis walked slowly, cautiously, to the first floor common area. His heart thudded a little harder as he realized there was somebody there. Maybe he should just go back to his room. He'd stepped outside like he said he would. Nobody said how long he had to be out. This counted right?
He lingered nervously by the stairs, trapped by indecision. Oh, god. What are you doing? Do something! Don't just stand there! You look like a retard!. Flustered, Travis just sat down next to the stairs. On the floor. Feeling awkward, and tense, and absolutely petrified.