Hey guys! Long wait right? Sorry, Im gonna be busy so I'll have a limited time to write some stuff but now here you go!
HUGH'S POV:
The alarm goes off like it always at 7:00 am, the same old electric "eh-eh-eh…eh-eh-eh…eh-eh-"
Hugh gently pushes the button on his alarm shutting it off.
He opens his eyes slowly the room was bright with sun light.
'I wish I wasn't on the east side of the building'
He gets out of bed, sitting up straight, and his feet resting on the wood floor. He looks at his room the same it's been.
His bed was light green, everything was green the cover the pillow sheets everything. He looks at his black leather laz E boi a few steps from his bed. Standing there like it was last night, it hadn't moved.
Hugh turns his head to his little desk with papers and text books on it. The chair was turned around facing the bed.
He gets out of bed and exits his bed room turning left as he enters the little hallway filled with pictures and paintings.
He enters the bathroom to do his morning business. When he finishes washing his hands he walks back to his bed room, noticing it was brighter.
He takes of his PJ's he was wearing which was a pair of old basketball shorts and an old purple T.
He begins his morning stretches to loosen himself.
Once completed he looks at the reflection of himself, his mirror was a thin yet tall standing at 6 feet hooked on the peach colored walls.
His body had lost a lot of muscle he had when he was in high school, but it was still built like a linebacker that he formerly was.
'Hmm…high school wasn't that long ago and Im already getting out of shape…'
He grabs his dung bells and starts curling his arms, the little tearing of his hands bothered him a little, but he used that feeling to push himself. He knew the skin would grow back stronger making his hands rough and strong.
He completes his set. Then breathes out a tired breath.
"Man…Im nervous…"
He looks at his face. His brown hair was kept short just the way he liked it. His face his slightly tanned already losing the tint his skin was turning back to its original pale color.
His eyes were hazel brown and they looked tired. Granted he wasn't a morning person but he was used to the feeling of getting up early.
He takes off his blue boxers which were wet from sweat matching his sweaty body. The sun giving him a shining affect.
He returns to the bathroom and turns on the shower he throws the clean pair of boxers he retrieved before he left his room on the counter.
He steps in the warming water enjoying the cold and warm water. He scrubs himself clean then gets out.
He dries himself and puts on his boxers and returns to his bedroom. He noticed that his breathing was a little shaky.
"Calm down man." He opens a brown door that was next to his mirror and takes out a thin white shirt and red running shorts.
After donning the clothes he puts on a pair of short white socks and red running shoes. He looks at his clock. 7:55.
He sighs. "Fuck it's gonna be a long day."
He grabs a little water bottle and his house keys. He opens his door stepping into the bright hallway that was outside and locks the door. He gently jumps up and down and walks towards the stairs that lead downstairs.
"How the hell am I going to get Davis to like me?" He glumly says as he steps out of his apartment building the fresh air hitting him. He shakes his shoulders and begins his morning jog around the neighborhood.
O.o Who's this?! Find out in the next issue!
Once again thanks for the reviews!
I decided Im going to add some drama into this…but I also don't want this story to drag on…so the ending will maybe be in about 5 or maybe a couple more chapters I also don't want the ending to be rushed…will it be a happy ending? Or end with a certain blond with a shattered heart? Find out next time!
