Runaway
The next morning was Sunday. Chris had gone home after your movie last night just after 11 PM and shot you a text when he got home to let you know he made it okay.
You opened your eyes to the light of day creeping in and the chatter of birds starting up; the best alarm clock was nature's alarm clock. You stretched out like a starfish in your queen-sized bed, enjoying having the whole thing to yourself. But, then, sometimes you wished you had someone there to snuggle and make breakfast for... Well, maybe the having someone to wake up to (just not in your bed) and make breakfast for was changing soon; two someones actually. The thought brought a smile to your face. You were one of those people who really needed other people around. Even if everyone was doing their own thing, just having other people in the same home helped fend off the feeling of being isolated.
You got out of bed, peed, brushed your teeth, pulled your (h/c) hair into a ponytail and threw on your running clothes. Grabbing a cut avocado half and a hard boiled egg out of the fridge, you peeled the egg, alternating taking bites of it and spooning out chunks of avocado right out of the peel and into your mouth. You checked your phone while you chewed, not expecting to find anything this early, surprised that you actually did. It was a text from Chris that had come through just before you woke up:
Seb should be home about 4. How bout you come over at quarter to and we'll all grab some dinner after we talk to him?
You paused, thinking, let out a sigh and then tapped out on the screen:
Sounds good. I'll see you then!
You were a little nervous; you really didn't know how things were going to go when you and Chris talked to Sebastian about you moving in. You thought it would probably be just fine, but every critical situation always had you afraid for the worst. Good thing you were going for a run; that would help release some of that stress.
You stepped out of your apartment onto the open balcony and locked the door behind you, putting your keys in your running belt pack. You turned on your running music and put in the earbuds, then walked swiftly to the stairs and galloped down them, already feeling the beat itching your legs to start running. Once you hit the landing you were off into the quiet neighborhood of which your apartment complex sat at the edge of. You jogged past the golf course behind the complex and then onto the residential homes. Some of the neighbors were out watering lawns before the sun got higher or sitting on porches having coffee. You waved as you went by and they waved back; they all saw you on your runs on a regular basis. You didn't know any of them, but it was always nice to be friendly and have some sort of contact with other people.
You let your mind wander about what had already happen and what was to come. Surprisingly, none of it got you worked up or upset. It was probably the affects of the running keeping you even headed. Running was a good time to work out problems because of this... One of the many reasons you loved doing it.
By the time you started thinking about how far you've run, you realized you had gone 2 miles, so you turned around and headed back.
Once you got home and let yourself in, you unhooked your running belt and peeled off all your clothes on the way to the shower. Once you were clean and refreshed, you threw on some sweats and a t-shirt, your wet hair still dripping and leaving a growing wet spot on your shirt back. You grabbed a bottled water from the fridge and sat down with your laptop to begin writing your 30 day notice for your apartment manager. You really didn't know what the future was going to bring, but better to do this sooner rather than later, in the hopes to lower some of the anxiety of your situation. Procrastination was your best talent, but not today.
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After writing your notice letter, you had settled in on your couch to read a book, ate a sandwich for lunch and then read some more until your eyelids got heavy. You put down the book and dozed off for a while. God, Sundays were great... Nothing to do.
You woke up a couple hours later to your phone buzzing on the coffee table next to you. You cracked an eye open to see the screen lit up. You picked it up and read the incoming text:
I'm coming home today! Yay! You're gonna be there, right? I've missed you.
It was from Sebastian. You smiled groggily, sitting up and then replied:
YAY!!! Yes! I'll be there! Missed you too, Sebby!