Post by Drew Torres on Jul 3, 2012 19:28:40 GMT -5
Drew had got in late from football practice, he walked up the stairs to his house sliding his key in the door. The smell of Latino food filled his nose as he dropped his cleats and duffel bag by the door, sliding off his Nike sandals and headed into the bathroom. He had sweated out a lot of aggression, a lot of stress but now he needed to shower. Drew stripped after closing the door walking over to the shower getting in, the hot water ran down his body and he let out a sigh of relief looking down at the water running to the spout. In his daze he was thinking about Katie, and Bianca and what a mess he had created with that but more along that lines of how he was going to fix himself. The previous night Bianca soothed him, told him he'd be okay and he actually cried. Drew Torres didn't cry. Crying was weak, he felt himself cock his fist and then he reached over grabbing the wash cloth and the soap. He scrubbed off the sweat, the dirt that had been gathered through out the day then he washed his hair rinsing off before getting out and wrapping a towel around his waist.
Drew put his dirty clothes in the hamper and then walked out looking at his mother and Adam at the dinner table, he saw all the food and though his stomach ached for it he debated on eating. "I'll be down after I toss on my PJs." Drew assured walking up stairs drying off. He put on his blue and black plaid PJ pants and a black muscle shirt. He grabbed some cue tips and walked down the stairs cleaning his airs and tossed them into the trash before joining Adam at the dinner table. Drew looked at his plate that consisted of steak beans and rice and he poked around hearing the phone ring. The sound caused him to jump and his mother answered it leaving he and Adam in the kitchen. Drew moved his fork around separating his food. His spirits were broken and the stress he was enduring was messing with everything including his attitude and appetite.
Drew put his dirty clothes in the hamper and then walked out looking at his mother and Adam at the dinner table, he saw all the food and though his stomach ached for it he debated on eating. "I'll be down after I toss on my PJs." Drew assured walking up stairs drying off. He put on his blue and black plaid PJ pants and a black muscle shirt. He grabbed some cue tips and walked down the stairs cleaning his airs and tossed them into the trash before joining Adam at the dinner table. Drew looked at his plate that consisted of steak beans and rice and he poked around hearing the phone ring. The sound caused him to jump and his mother answered it leaving he and Adam in the kitchen. Drew moved his fork around separating his food. His spirits were broken and the stress he was enduring was messing with everything including his attitude and appetite.
