Post by NOAH LUKAS HENRIKSSON on Apr 9, 2010 19:59:54 GMT
The night was falling upon the grounds of Stanfield and the stars were dancing across the jet black sky. It had been a long night. Sex, drugs and rock and roll but it was hard living like a rockstar when you were never really allowed to venture out into that badass world that lay on the other side of that wretched gate. Tonight, however was different they had finally decided to let the young Swede out of his cage. Yes tonight Noah had been on the town.
The world seem different outside, the air was cooler. He could see his vodka stained breath dance upwards before it finally disappeared into the black. His black Doc Marten made a soft crunch as they touched the delicate grass underneath them. It was all too soon that the young blonde heard the soft sound change for the harsher sound of leather on concrete. Noah sighed, knowing he was here again; back in the confinements of the four walls that just happened to be his dorm.
His hand pushed open the wooden door in an attempt not to look too drunk as he re entered this hell hole. Noah’s grey eyes scanned the room. He could tell his roommates had already been in. The place was spotless. No dust. No dirt. No grime. It kinda scared the young Swede how tidy there were, it was the exact polar opposite of the blonde. There needed to be more mess he thought to himself. Noah pulled off his shirt, discarding it at the exact spot upon which he was standing. The black material contrasted nicely to the sparkling floor. The slightly tipsy boy made his way over to his bed half collapsing onto it. Rolling over, his Doc martens landed on the floor with a thud. Noah smiled, lying down on his back. His skinny body exposed to all who would dare enter this clean haven. Noah had put it down to drug weight loss but anyone who knew him well enough knew he didn’t eat much. The young blonde smiled happily as he lay there. He lit up a joint, inhaling softly. He was content.
