Travis was parked over by the middle row walking over when I was standing in the shade with Beau smiling seeing him coming, my hand shading the sun out and feeling good; Mom being happy made me feel better too; I just hoped whoever made her smile was a nice guy, like Travis was, even if he was immature and made me want to choke him out when he was being a jerk.
He had been painting and had it all over his arms and face when I smiled more stupid seeing him come closer, he really spent every awakening hour getting the rest of his apartments done, and I couldn’t be happier for him. he was doing something, making sure that he was living the best life he could, even if it was just tearing off old wallpaper and putting a coat of paint on it. He wasn’t sulking around for being locked up.
“Hey…”
