Post by Atticus Renshaw on Aug 13, 2014 21:28:55 GMT -6
"You are...
my fire
The one...
desire."
Move-in day was upon him. A new dorm, a new life. At least, that was Atti's goal in the new semester--to redeem himself from the last semester. He'd been a horror and he knew it. Thankfully, nobody else did, the exception being a few of the school faculty. His boxes were already in his new room, and it was only ten in the morning. So far, so good. Singing along with the radio in his dorm kept him at it, albeit under his breath for the majority of the morning. Now, he seemed to moderate his volume a little less adequately, as he nestled folded laundry into his dresser. This was despite the fact that his room door was left wide open to the shared kitchenette that his unmet roommates happened to have access to. Right here and right now, Atticus was the happiest young man alive.
"Yes I know it's too late,
But I want it tha----at way"
He was plain out belting the lyrics now. It was a miracle that the whole campus couldn't hear him by now. Boy bands had always been Atti's weak spot. He couldn't help but sing along, straight from his heart. Backstreet Boys. NSYNC. One Direction. You name it, he probably has all of the CD's. Speaking of, he slipped each individual CD case into alphabetical order in a cubby on his desk, before swiping the half-gallon of milk once he'd finished the task. He'd snagged the two half-gallons from the shared kitchenette refrigerator while he'd been moving boxes up to his dorm, and had been nursing straight from the jug since. He'd long since polished off the first jug. While disregard for others' property generally was not a concern for Atticus, any milk in his general vacinity without a name on it (and sometimes with a name on it) would mysteriously disappear. And now, he broke into the chorus, singing into the half empty second jug of milk.
"Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a heartache
Tell me why
Ain't nothin' but a mistake
Tell me why
I never wanna hear you say
I want it that way --
Take it, Kevin!"
As the musical genius of Kevin Richardson continued to sing in the background, Atticus upturned the remainder of the half-gallon to chug it down, in one fell swoop.