It was the middle of the night, the air foggy and wet. An old, abandoned house stood at the end of the road looking lonely, forgotten, and seemingly empty. All except for one seventeen-year old who decided to explore. The interior was an all wood build; there were no carpets which made the house colder than it already was. All the lights were off or not working, the teen couldn't tell and decided not to check just in case someone already inhabited the house.

"Hello?" Claude called out. No reply. "Well, I've got my new hangout...,"he muttered to himself. A sound disrupted him from his thoughts and he looked up, brushing his blonde bangs out of his face, listening.

He heard the stomp of heavy boots hitting the wood on the second floor.

"Or not…"

He crept up the stairs slowly and cursed the squeakiness of them, the rail doing him no help either as it rattled a bit as he climbed the stairs.

As made his way over to the only door that was illuminated, he could hear metal clinking together, the sound of gym equipment he assumed. The door, being slightly open, squeaked the tiniest bit as Claude pushed it with his pointer finger, but only a crack so that he could see what was going on inside. He could see a man, he guessed to be about eighteen, doing bench presses wearing only tight black jeans, combat boots, and small black earbuds. The room smelled heavily of cigarettes, a drug smelling incense and the unknown man's sweat mixed with some type of cologne that the blonde found weirdly appealing. Claude bent his head to get a better look at the man's face.

The man had ghost white hair with his tips dyed red, his vision concentrated on the ceiling as he lifted the heavy weight, his left eye ice blue and his right eye emerald green. He was puffing away on a cigarette that jutted out from between his light pink lips as loud Death Metal blasted in his ears from the earbuds stuck in them.

Claude saw the man's eyes look towards the door and he jumped up, flinching as he heard the weight being put down and the man grunting as he got up. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!' he thought while hiding inside a small hallway closet, crouching down and holding his breath. He felt immensely uncomfortable and so nervous he could almost have a seizure. He heard the door creak open, then, after a small pause, close. Claude sighed thankfully and crept out of the closet, jumping over the rail and running out the door. The man sat at the top of the staircase watching Claude run out the door, the blonde not even bothering to close it.


First try qvq;;