Thick, dark lashes fluttered up and down as the teen tried to blink awake. He made a low sort of grumbling noise as the morning light pierced his autumn eyes. He slowly stretched and sat up in bed as his thoughts collected and his sheets pulled around his pale, bare chest.

A minute after just sitting, thinking, and being silent, a very loud and intrusive knock on his poster-covered door startled and woke him completely.

“ALEX, TIME TO GET UP”, a screechy voiced woman announced. She used the same tone with her son that she used with her dogs. In fact, she spoke to the dogs in a kinder voice. Was it so horrible for him to hate him mother?

Well, at least she hadn’t just barged into his room-

The door swung open, a pudgy, red-faced woman with curlers in her brown hair much like her son’s stared back at Alex. How was it possible for this woman to be related to him? How could HE have come from that stupid creature’s womb? Was it really possible?

“I’m already up, Mom. I need to get dressed.” /Go away. /

His mother looked at him in disbelief. Perhaps she wasn’t capable of understanding that people could in fact wake up WIITHOUT that god damn screeching in their suffering ears. She huffed and spun around, quick feet taking her in the other direction before she remembered to close the door.

Alex rolled his eyes. Fine, if The Prude forgot to close the door, he wasn’t going to bother with it. He didn’t really care much if someone in his family “saw something” because his door was open, but it was a god damn courtesy. “The principle of the thing.”

Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed…

Alex exhaled and slipped out of the covers. He didn’t bother with the door before slipping out of his boxers as well. No one was peeking. He grabbed a new pair, pulling it on quickly before turning to his closet. He hadn’t done the laundry in a while, so there wasn’t much to choose from. He selected a pair of black pinstriped pants that had several zippers at the knees. He pulled them onto his slender form; adjusting this, tugging on that until he was satisfied with how they clung to his hips. He then grabbed the most flattering and clean shirt he could find; a red Nirvana shirt with the signature stoned smile on the front. The shirt was tight enough that he wasn’t swimming in it, but also quite able to move.

Alex examined the outfit in the mirror of the bathroom attached to his bedroom. A little plain. He turned to his drawers; selecting three different colored belts and putting them on without bothering with any belt loops. Then he put on a couple wrist bands and white gel bracelets. He looked decent now, or so he thought anyways.

Alex left the safety of his sanctuary of a room and headed into the kitchen, grabbed an apple and his messenger bag, said a quick goodbye to his mom, and started towards his school.

By the time he reached his destination, he was in a far better mood and perfectly content with wandering the halls for a bit because he was early…as usual. Thank goodness for the invention of the iPod.