Used To Be A Momma's Boy

I rolled the window down as he had slowed down and made a stop in front of our dorm.

"I guess this is our stop." Kody said, "This is a bit far from school."

"Really far. We'd have to wake up early."

"Yes, thats gonna be a problem," he replied, getting out of the car, "I have problems with sleeping."

"I'm gonna leave you and go to school early."

"You would never do that," he replied as he disembarked our luggage.

"I can if you won't change your habits."

"Fine, I'll try not to stay up late." He replied, closing the trunk.

"Better fulfill that." I replied, getting out of the car.

"Will do sir," he responded, "Now let's go."

I paced my way toward the reception of our dorm and asked for the keys. Kody was left behind and was loaded down with all of our luggage.

"Can someone give me a little help here?" He inquired as I ask the receptionist for keys.

I turned to him, waiting for our keys. "You'll be fine, dont worry."

"Really Ethan?" He replied, hobbling toward me. "You're literally carrying air."

"No, I'm actually carrying something."

"Well, where is it?" He settled, "I don't even see anything."

I raised a finger making him wait as I turned back to the receptionist, getting the keys and our dorm numbers.

"Here it is." I replied, jangling the keys. "I am carrying this."

He lets out a frustrated sigh, "That's nothing compared to what I'm carrying now."

"Just hang in there." I said, giving him a pat and squishing his arm. "Excercise your arms too."

"Are you calling me thin?!" He exclaimed as he follows me, hobbling.

I shookt my head and smiled, pacing toward the elevator. As I was about to press the up button, an old man wearing a jumper called me out.

"Young man, the elevator is closed." He said, pointing at it. "You need to take the stairs."

"We'll fix it right away," he added, "We'll get it done by tonight."

I nodded, "Thanks sir and please get enough rest."

"Will do young man." He replied, smiling.

As I walked over toward the stairs, Kody did not make a move. He acted like a child who requested ice cream, but got rejected.

"Why are you standing there?" I inquired as I pointed at him.

"There is no way I'm going up there with all these luggage." He replied, glaring at me.

"Let me help you." I offered, grabbing all of my luggage.

"My ears and hands are blessed." He said as he let out a sigh of relief.

"Now come on let's go."

We hustled up the stairs after lending him a hand. We were staying on the 4th floor, so it was far and tiring.

Kody would have passed out and experience body cramps if I had not offered help. He's a weakling for his age.

There were too many stairs, you could trip over anytime, and roll down the stairs back to the bottom.

As we arrived at our floor, the hallway was so serene, students weren't hanging out on the corridors.

Some rooms were playing loud music, but it was pretty quiet for a dormitory. There was no nuisance at all, I already feel sleepy.

The hall was clean too and was decorated in a minimalistic manner. I like things that are not overdecorated, it's decent and tidy.

"Whats my dorm number again?" He asked.

"It's No. 144 and mine is No. 145."

"Yay we're right next to each other." He said, recieving the keys. "Can I crash in yours if I don't like my dormmate."

"No, just deal with it. You're an adult now."

"Stop acting like my parents," he said as he walks ahead of me.

"I'm not even trying to. You're delusional."

"You sound like them, especially when you scold me." He stated, proving his point.

I snickered, "Go inside your room, and visit me later."

"Okay, I'll probably visit late," he said as he opened his door. "I need to try out my new switch."

"Marry your switch then. You're quite lonely so take the chance."

"At least I have a crush." He said, glaring at me.

"Oh yeah the one who ignores you."

"Ugh, whatever." He hissed, "See you later."

I waved, teasing him. "Have a fun night my lonely friend."

He glared at me, slowly closing his door till I was out of his sight. I then entered my room.

As I entered my premises, it was pitch black, and peaceful. Seems like my dormmate has not made its arrival, or I do not have one at all.

I turned the lights on, and checked all of the rooms and corners, making sure that no one is lurking in the shadows.

I walked up the stairs, going to the one and only room that has beds.

When I entered the room, it was empty and spacious, and I think they did that for a very good reason, so that we could decorate it the way we wanted it to look like and not give them so much stress and complaints.

There were single beds on both sides of the room, I chose the left side cause there were shelves, and I could use it to display some of my little figurines I brought from home.

The most decent thing about the beds is that there is a storage unit underneath it, and it makes the room spacious and less messy.

I'm kind of a messy person, but I'm making a change on it. At least I dont hide food under the bed and end up forgetting it for months.

I dropped my suitcase and guitar on my bed, and sat around for a moment before I enter the bathroom to take a shower.

I missed it a lot when mom used to take me to school and fetches me when it's over. She would take me to Greggs as a treat, and that makes me smile so much, it may seem small, but it counts.

It's such a good memory that I can't recreate because of how bad our relationship is. It is all ruined because of one loathsome choice, and it truly scarred and hurt me.

All I can do is look back at it as if everything is totally fine and peaceful when in fact it is really messy and full of anguish.

Your lucky to have your moms by your side, at least someone has your back when every single thing comes down crashing on you.

Mothers have the best kind of love, they will always have that.

It's just sad and heart-breaking that my little and adult self never witnessed it.

It's tough, but I'm still going.

Take care of your moms, shower all of your love and affection to them, it would mean a lot to them.

You are and will always be the biggest and wonderful blessing they've received.

Cause if I were you, I would really do that to my mother every single day non-stop.

Even if I don't talk to my mother, it does not mean that I don't miss her.

I really miss her, but I choose not to meddle with her life.