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CountofTuscany
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- Joined
- Jun 29, 2009
- Location
- Chile
A drop of bodily fluids fled from its pore of origin. Going over the lightly tanned skin of the now college student, Matheos Grey. The drop came to a halt reaching the bush of hair known as the eyebrow. He had never felt so hot as now, and the worst thing was that things would only get hotter. He wore a white muscle shirt that had decided to fall in love with him and clung onto every place of his torso. Matheos, or Matt as he preferred to be called, had chiseled himself a fit and sculpted body; after all, he was a soccer phenomenon. Matt had entered the college though, not through sports, but through his own cranium. He had enough gears working inside his brain to get into a decent college. Okay so beyond Decent was more of correct, but he was half lucky in one SAT score. Anyways, it was now to time to celebrate his victory with his friends... too bad for him, his parents had something else in mind while they built a new extension to his "wonderful" home.
He pushed the pedal to go even faster. Never had he seen green pastures and fields for seemingly infinity and no other sign of changing that was in view. He had a red convertible, typical for the cliché rich teen star. Of course along with those good material things, came the human bad. His parents didnât pay too much attention to him; his family was in a gigantic feud, etc. He had been sent to stay away form the bad vibes of his ever-fighting parents, and go accompany his aunt over in the middle of nowhere. Except that he had to figure out how to get there on his own. A giant map lay out in the next seat, used and open like a hooker, spreading its corners all over the leather seats. He had highlighted the correct path to where his summer familyâs house.
His father said it was a giant and beautiful mansion with anything he could imagine inside. Matt himself wasnât too excited about the next month or so, he detested farms and all of that, but whatever, heâd do it to get away from everything. Up ahead was a small dirt road, dividing form the main asphalt highway, and read âGrey Territoryâ with an arrow, typical of his uncleâs humor, he thought as a smirk was born from his lips. He made his car turned and saw a small dot at the end of the road, supposing it was the house. A flashing image of a naked women came to mind, he was somewhat needy, but it wasn't really his fault. He's currently "locked and loaded", after all who would have guessed that losing a bet to his best friend, about not sleeping with any girls before the 4th of July would be just the type of training he needed for now... after all, a bet is a bet.
He pushed the pedal to go even faster. Never had he seen green pastures and fields for seemingly infinity and no other sign of changing that was in view. He had a red convertible, typical for the cliché rich teen star. Of course along with those good material things, came the human bad. His parents didnât pay too much attention to him; his family was in a gigantic feud, etc. He had been sent to stay away form the bad vibes of his ever-fighting parents, and go accompany his aunt over in the middle of nowhere. Except that he had to figure out how to get there on his own. A giant map lay out in the next seat, used and open like a hooker, spreading its corners all over the leather seats. He had highlighted the correct path to where his summer familyâs house.
His father said it was a giant and beautiful mansion with anything he could imagine inside. Matt himself wasnât too excited about the next month or so, he detested farms and all of that, but whatever, heâd do it to get away from everything. Up ahead was a small dirt road, dividing form the main asphalt highway, and read âGrey Territoryâ with an arrow, typical of his uncleâs humor, he thought as a smirk was born from his lips. He made his car turned and saw a small dot at the end of the road, supposing it was the house. A flashing image of a naked women came to mind, he was somewhat needy, but it wasn't really his fault. He's currently "locked and loaded", after all who would have guessed that losing a bet to his best friend, about not sleeping with any girls before the 4th of July would be just the type of training he needed for now... after all, a bet is a bet.