Thread: Why Does He Have To Share My Room? [xMemori]

Alexander was still passed out in his bed when the sun came through the window and shined upon his face. Pressed against the pillow he felt the warmth and sighed, moving a bit as his alarm went off at just that time. Fumbling around he opened his eyes and made the mistake of looking right at his open window, the sun shining bright through. Aaahh! Gasping he sat up and squinted, covering the window and grumbling something to himself. Stupid sun. Always gotta ruin my good dreams. He didn't even pay attention to the alarm that he had just hit snooze on, getting out of bed. He wore a pair of gym shorts and a loose muscle shirt, that almost fell off from his body like it was a size to big for his shoulders, which weren't small in their own right. Looking at the time he sighed, knowing he had to get the room ready for his grandparents. His mom had told him where he would be sleeping the night before, and he wasn't very happy about it just like his sister. But still he preferred the floor of her room over the living room. That place froze like it was Antarctica in the middle of the night. He'd take a week or so with his sister over losing a toe to the cold. He still wasn't very excited about it though. The 18 year old captain of the basketball team was nearly done with his final year of school, the second and last semester starting after Winter break was done with. He was already set to leave this summer, having chose the scholarship he wanted and ready to leave this forsaken place behind like it was a bad memory. He was just like any other teen, near adult in the world. Rebellious and ready to leave and go out on his own. His sister had stayed for the year, and taken up a part time job. He was different however. He didn't hate her, nor did he hate the rest of his family. He just preferred to not have to deal with them 247. They argued a lot, and got yelled at plenty as kids. Now she had grown into a fine woman, and he knew she would find a good man someday. He was a fine specimen himself though, although he didn't pay attention to his own body that much, except for when the next person was drooling over him, which was inevitable. He was 6'1, a star athlete with decent, at best grades. A couple of C's and some B's and A's. One D in Spanish but he didn't care about that. The grades were still enough to get him through which was all that mattered. Sports was where he excelled. He had a nice build, but not overly muscled like those steroids guys that showed up on commercials. He was lean and tan, and had brown hair that fell around his head in a mop, getting in the way of his eyes a lot. He was offered several scholarships in the past two years, because of his basketball and his baseball, deciding on one for basketball since that was his favorite sport and the college was pretty successful. And far from home. Shaking his head a bit he paused, wondering where that last thought came from. Shrugging it off he fumbled through his dresser and grabbed a pair of black jeans, along with a grey muscle shirt and a plain black long sleeved to throw over it. Walking into the hall in his gym shorts, he grabbed a towel from the cupboard and walked towards the bathroom bumping into her since he wasn't paying attention. Looking up he noticed she was heading towards the bathroom and sighed, leaning against the wall. Morning sis. I assume you're trying to take a shower?