We Can Spin Around the Sun || Charler
As Tyler walked through the front door of his and Charlie’s new apartment, he couldn’t help but take a moment to reflect on the past few months leading up to this latest endeavour. Looking back on it now, he could hardly believe they were actually here. After countless weeks of planning and decision making, grueling arguments between he and his girlfriend, and laying awake at night worrying that they wouldn’t actually make it to Seattle, here they were, never to turn back. Dropping the boxes he was carrying onto the hardwood floor near the kitchen, Tyler took in a deep breath as he looked around the still very much bare apartment they would now call home. Apparently Charlie had heard him, because it wasn’t long before he saw her appear at the top of the curved, steel staircase that led to their lofted bedroom. “What, no big welcome home sign and confetti?” Tyler teased with a crooked smile as he made his way to the stairs to meet her at the bottom. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her into a tight embrace before leaning in for a long, lingering kiss.
After a few moments of indulging in his girlfriend’s kisses, Tyler pulled back an inch to lift an hour. “Now how to break the place in…” Tyler pondered with a mischievous grin on his face. He saw things happening one of two ways. Either they’d strip down and get straight to christening every surface of the apartment, or they’d break out the weed and smoke a joint or two first so he could wind down from the ridiculously long drive he’d endured. He would have been perfectly content with either option. So long as he and Charlie were together in their new home in this new city, things couldn’t have been better. “I’ll let you think on that, I’m gonna run to the bathroom.” Tyler said after a moment, finally realizing that it’d been hours since he’d last used the restroom. Planting one last kiss to his girlfriend’s lips and delivering a quick smack to her ass, Tyler disappeared down the hall to the bathroom.













