Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)Zac came home to an empty house. His little sister was probably out attending her after-school activity, and his parents had been gone off on a vacation since Monday. They'd be back next week... maybe. They did well at raising them when they were younger, but now that both of their children were in their teens, they began going off traipsing around the world at the drop of a dime.
He wasn't angry about that, though. At eighteen, he struggled under the yoke of constant parenting... he was an adult already dammit! But when his mother was here she still treated him like such a child. At least his father understood.
Undoing the buttons on his white button down school shirt, he left it hanging open, his undershirt clinging to his thick build. He'd gotten that from a mix of his father's side of the family and years spent as the quarterback of the school's football team. He was good and had gotten himself a scholarship at one of the local colleges for playing football. What made him really stand out was not his accuracy, which was quite good, but with his thick build he was very hard to bring down when
But with football over for the year, he had little to do after school, so he usually just came home to relax. Running one of his meaty hands through his short red hair, he glanced in the mirror. Freckles covered the bridge of his nose, these traits gotten from his mother, along with the hair and his light green eyes. Well, what would you expect from someone with as Irish a name as O'Malley.
Plopping down on the couch, he flipped on the TV and began to surf around, looking for something to waste the rest of the day with until his sister got home and they could make dinner.
He wasn't angry about that, though. At eighteen, he struggled under the yoke of constant parenting... he was an adult already dammit! But when his mother was here she still treated him like such a child. At least his father understood.
Undoing the buttons on his white button down school shirt, he left it hanging open, his undershirt clinging to his thick build. He'd gotten that from a mix of his father's side of the family and years spent as the quarterback of the school's football team. He was good and had gotten himself a scholarship at one of the local colleges for playing football. What made him really stand out was not his accuracy, which was quite good, but with his thick build he was very hard to bring down when
But with football over for the year, he had little to do after school, so he usually just came home to relax. Running one of his meaty hands through his short red hair, he glanced in the mirror. Freckles covered the bridge of his nose, these traits gotten from his mother, along with the hair and his light green eyes. Well, what would you expect from someone with as Irish a name as O'Malley.
Plopping down on the couch, he flipped on the TV and began to surf around, looking for something to waste the rest of the day with until his sister got home and they could make dinner.