A/N…. I DO NOT OWN THE PRETENDER BUT I DO OWN CHARLIE AND ANYONE ELSE NOT NORMALLY IN THE PRETENDER. So don't sue me
A Tired Pretender
Jarod was driving away from his latest pretend. Sighing he looked at the clock on the dash board that read 2:00 AM.. He was tired. Tired from running. Tired from being away from his family and tired from loneliness. He found a hotel and pulled over. Glancing over into the office he saw that there was someone watching TV. He shut his car off and walked in. A man in his early forties looked up. He had short dirty blonde hair that was graying at the tips. He noticed Jarod and stood up. Standing at about 5'8" to Jarod's 6'1", he was stalky with broad shoulders, wearing a t-shirt and jeans that had dirt spots on them. On his left bicep he had a dream catcher tattoo with a spiked band around it. He lifted up his other sleeve on his right arm and scratched it there he saw a turtle with a Celtic knot in the middle.
"Can I help you?" he asked. His voice was tired but alert and his eyes were droopy like a basset hounds and normally a hazel but at 2 in the morning a blood shot red.
"Yes I would like a room."
The man nodded turned around to look at where all the keys were and grabbed the number 8 and flung it down on the counter. "That'll be 69 even, cash or credit?"
"Cash", said Jarod and he pulled an hundred dollar bill from his pocket, threw it down on the counter in the same fashion the man threw the key said, "Keep the change." And walked out.
He went to his car, looked around for where his room was, found it and decided to pull his car in front of the door. Turning around he got his duffel bag from the backseat, got out of the car, set the alarm and walked to his room for the night. Pulling off his shoes he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.