Chaotic Relationships

Travis' alarm clock woke him up and he punched it off the nightstand. He sat up groggily and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He had the craziest dream that he met a girl named Eris, and that she came to his house last night and fell asleep on his couch. He chuckled at the thought, but then he heard light snoring coming from beside him. He, slowly and shakily looked to his left to see the same girl from last night, sleeping in his bed. Travis had the urge to scream right then and there. But why didn't he? Well, first off, he would just piss her off, and secondly, he didn't want to have a foot up his ass at 7 o' clock in the morning. He clapped his hand over his mouth and quickly stood up from the bed. He rushed for the door but stopped. He slowly turned his head towards Eris who was sleeping happily on the bed, watching her chest rising and falling slowly, snoring so delicately, and smiling ever so cutely. Travis blushed lightly at the sight, he felt like he wanted to crawl back in bed with her and snuggle her so tight, but then again; he just met her, and he didn't want a foot up his ass at 7 o' clock in the morning. He decided to just walk into the kitchen and make breakfast and continue with his daily life. And he did so, but the 'daily life' part, eh, not so much. He sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of cereal in front of him. His bowl was still full, and he never even touched his spoon once. He just sat there, knowing that a woman he's know for 9 hours just so happens to be living in his house. But that meant his dream was true.

He walked back into the bedroom and looked at Eris again. She was still in the same position when he left her. He thought hard about it, but then left it alone, and went on with his day. He ate his breakfast, took a shower and got dressed. He put on his boxers followed by his jeans and went to grab his shirt, but he forgot to grab one when he walked in the bathroom. He sighed and looked into the mirror and saw a man with short black hair and turquoise eyes. He had a long handsome face and was a well built young man. He had two sleeves of tattoos and a few tattoos on his chest and stomach. Sometimes Travis could be sweet, others he could be the biggest asshole you've ever met, but those times are very rare, or when Travis is drunk...

He walked out of the bathroom to grab a shirt, but was stopped by Eris sitting up. She stretched her arms out and looked over to Travis who was standing there shirtless, exposing his tattoos. He blushed lightly and quickly reached into his wardrobe and pulled out a random shirt and ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. He quickly threw on his shirt and sighed in relief. It was his favorite Saturday the 13th shirt. He walked out of the bathroom and rushed past Eris and out of the front door.

He sat in his car for a few minutes thinking. Pff, what a way to start off your morning dumbass. He thought.

Travis pulled out of the driveway and went to the tattoo parlor. Once he arrived, he walked through the glass doors and was greeted by his alcoholic, drug dealing, pothead friend: Gary. Travis met Gary when he first applied for the job. He taught him all the basics, and how to tattoo on a real person, instead of a mannequin. Gary always called Travis 'little buddy' as his nickname, for Gary pretty much towered over Travis, and he knew not to fuck with Gary, cause the first time he did; his ass was grass. He got out of his car and saw Gary through the windows doing a tattoo on someone. He went through the glass doors and was greeted by Gary. He glanced up at Travis and grinned.

"Hey, whats up Little Buddy." He chuckled.

"Hey, whats up Gary." Travis replied pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"Hey, you know the rules, no smokin' in here." Gary said.

"When the hell did you care?" He asked.

"Ah, well, I am doing a tattoo here." Gary answered.

"Don't gimme that shit, you did a tattoo while drunk and high, you should've been dead, but you eventually passed out and... sent the guy to the hospital by dragging the needle across the guy's flesh, fucking up the tattoo completely and causing the other guy, severe shoulder pain." Travis balked.

Gary laughed hysterically. He remembered that night at the bar, and in the parking lot, drinking and smoking weed. Of course, Travis never did drugs, because Caroline would've slit his throat in his sleep without a single fuck in the world. Travis chuckled and sat down behind the counter that had various tattoos of dragons, grim reapers, gods, goddesses mythical creatures and even, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (for some odd reason that Travis didn't know. Possibly for all those bronies out there...)

There weren't really any customers today. Just a few guys wanting some tattoos only one person wanted Fluttershy Cutie Mark on their hip and that was pretty much it. Travis sat there with his feet on the counter and with his hands behind his head asleep. Gary walked up to him and lightly pushed him backwards causing him to fall backwards.

"GAH!" He shouted. He stood up and cracked his neck. "Ow, shit. What the hell Gary?" He asked.

"C'mon Little Buddy, it's closing time, we gotta go." Gary replied.

Travis rubbed his eyes and stood up. He hopped in the car and sped home to check on Eris. He pulled into the driveway and stumbled out of the car and sprinted towards his door. He opened up the door and the fire alarm was going off and there was smoke shrouding the ceiling.

"Gah! Son of a bitch!" He yelled.

He went into the kitchen and opened the microwave to see what the hell she had burned. He reached inside but his hand was burned instantly. He pulled out like 17 different oven mitts and grabbed the plate/bowl that was inside of there. It filled the sink up with water and plunged the plate into the water. He panted and he heard someone coming out of the bathroom. He turned to see Eris standing there with her hands on her hips and she was leaning on the wall with a smile on her face.

"Oh hey, whats up Travis?" She asked.

"Jesus woman! What the hell did you try to make?!" He shouted.

"Meh, I'm not very good at cooking." She replied.

Before Travis could reply, Eris sauntered into the living room. Travis gawked at her perfect swaying hips, his eyes fell to her perfect ass, how it moved with her hips. He snapped out of his trance and noticed the fire alarm was still going off. He turned the ventilation on in the microwave and watched the smoke slowly clear out. After a few minutes the smoke was gone and the scent still sorta lingered. He sprayed a bunch of air freshener around the kitchen and walked into the living room. He saw Eris' legs hanging over the armrest of the couch. He looked around to see her smiling brightly at Travis... her smile was... so infectious to Travis.

"W-what-t the hell d-did yo-you try to-" Eris cut him off, annoyed by his stuttering.

"I tried to make something to eat and I set the house on fire." She sighed.

"And you went to go use the bathroom?!?!" He shouted.

"Yeah, pretty much." Eris giggled.

"What in the hell?" He muttered while face palming.

He just slowly walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed with his face buried in his hands. What is my life coming to? He thought. He laid back on the bed and sighed while sliding his hands down his face. He laid there trying to sleep, but he found himself paranoid, like Eris was going to do something else stupid. He peaked his head out of the bedroom and didn't see Eris' legs on the armrest anymore. He crept over to the couch and saw Eris laying there in a little ball. Travis sighed and threw the blanket over Eris and turned off the light. He walked back into his bedroom and closed the door quietly. He had to brace himself for what lies ahead.

Travis didn't get any sleep last night due to the fact that he was still paranoid about Eris doing something stupid like setting the house on fire again or possibly blowing it up. He peaked his head out of the bedroom for the 37th time to see if Eris was doing anything, and to his surprise, he saw her legs still hanging over the couch. He sighed and turned around to see Eris sitting on the bed.

"Hi there." She giggled.

"GUHBWAHHAH!!!" He screamed. "HOW DID YOU- I JUST- YOU WERE JUST-" Eris just sat there smiling. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!" He asked.

He looked through the bedroom and saw the blanket that covered Eris. He walked over to it and threw the blanket off the couch.

Sneaky. Little. Bastard. He thought.

Eris had replaced her legs with a pillow and hung the pillow over the armrest. He looked at the bedroom door to see Eris standing there, grinning, ear to ear. Travis frowned and Eris walked back into the bedroom, forcing Travis to give chase. He walked into the bedroom to see Eris laying there still grinning.

"Oh come on Travis, it isn't going to hurt just to sleep with me for one night." She sighed.

Travis blushed profusely and hesitantly crawled into the bed. Half of Travis' body was hanging off the bed and Eris was laying in the middle of the bed. Eris was sleeping soundly, but Travis was struggling not to fall off the bed. He eventually decided to fall off the bed and sleep on the floor.

Why didn't I just say no and let her find a different place or just, kick her out. But whats stopping me?