MattGarrison
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2013
Alex walked into his house late one Friday afternoon. He dropped his bag next to the door and went to the kitchen for a drink. Once he had his Coke he sat at the table and took a long swig before flipping the TV that rested on the counter on. He flipped through channels lazily as he tried to find something to watch on daytime television. He wasn't a bad looking kid. He was tall with broad shoulders and a muscled chest from the swimming team at his school. His blonde hair and green eyes were quite captivating behind his glasses. But he was the quiet, anti-social kid at school, making him the outcast. So here he was, alone at home on a Friday again. He sighed sadly at his miserable existence.