*Sigh* (Post 3)
It was 5:27 a.m. How annoying. Waking up aroused with no one sleeping with you was boring. School started in 3 hours and 30 minutes. Having nothing better to do than lie around and wait for the alarm to sound the infernal sound it was designed to make, he got up, let out a rather drawn out yawn, neatly laid out his school uniform on the bed, and headed for the shower.
As per his morning ritual, he examined every inch of his body. His brown hair was a mess, but he wasn’t their to look at the things that were wrong. He admired every line and contour his flat stomach had, so much so he ran his finger across it. He gave himself shivers. He looked at his soft lips in absolute delight, and even licked them. “Lovely”, he thought. Realizing he was getting VERY side tracked due to his adoration of himself, he got down to business and took his shower. He made sure to apply shampoo twice, loving the feeling of shampoo in the hair. Every experience felt with his body was something to remember, whether it be good or bad. He never put on his boxers, believing they just got in the way. The order he dressed in was paramount, for…”Oh dammit”, he muttered.
8:36 a.m. He rushed his normally strict clothing ritual and ran down for breakfast. He grabbed an apple and banana, drank a tall glass of milk, and waited for several minutes. School was 2 blocks away. But being a firm believing in being fashionably late,(ESPECIALLY on the first day of school) he waited.
8:45 a.m. He ignored any hellos and greetings as he passed by people. With a single minded determination of getting to class early, EVERYTHING was ignored. He approached the class room, took in a deep breath, smiled, and opened the door.
For everything was going just as planned.
