Sonny looked at Gale, more like gawked, then ran a hand through his damp hair. Where the hell did his shirt go?!
"Sorry if I woke you up," he mumbled, then went over to his bags and looked around for his hair straightener. He found it, then pulled it out, laying it on the bed. He then dug around some more for his hair mousse, also throwing it on the bed. Sonny never really cared about how messy he left stuff, why make your bed if you were going to go to sleep in it the next night. It seemed rather pointless, another way to waste time. The sunrise was just barely visible outside underneath all the gray clouds, which suggested that another snow storm might be heading their way. The orange rays barely got through enough so that he could make out the pine trees. He sighed deeply, then took out his Axe, spraying it everywhere on his bare chest, inhaling the scent of so called 'Rain'. "I hope you don't have Asthma," he said to Gale.

Mumbling something nonsensical as he heard Sonny's voice, muffled through the pillow he had buried his head in, Gale's only other reaction was to twitch a shoulderblade. His brain was still on autopilot, and not about to let him completely wake up for a while yet. Relaxing slightly, he dozed off again.

The next time he lifted his head up he felt much more aware, even if not completely coherent. Yawning, he pushed himself up into a cross-legged position to stare groggily across the room. It took him rubbing the sleep crystals from his eyes for a few seconds before he actually registered what he was looking at. He offered a sleepy smile of greeting to Sonny, vaguely connecting something the boy had said before he fell back asleep to the scent floating about the room. It wasn't half bad. Finally processing what he had seen during his first period of semi-awakeness and just previously, he ducked his head slightly to try to prevent a faint blush from showing.

Putting the Axe on his drawer, even Sonny coughed at the fumes poisoning the air around him. "Good god," he waved his hand in front his face, then began to look for a shirt to wear, but decided against it, at least until he straightened his hair. The long mirror standing next to the window allowed him to style his hair in the room, and avoid another trip to the bathroom. He was somewhat of a bathroom hog, but didn't want to make it obvious to his roommates. Plugging in the neon blue and black straightener, he allowed it to get hot while he set it on the hardwood floor, stretching his arms out.
Was Gale this much of a sleepy head, he asked himself, then mentally hit himself in the forehead for even asking. He wasn't supposed to be paying this much attention. WHY was he paying this much attention? The questions never ended. When the iron was done heating, he picked up it up and ran it through his dark strands of hair, causing little puffs of steam to come out as he did so. He continued this for a couple minutes, until the front was completely straight, and shiny in the lights of the room. He then went towards the back of his head, finishing it up with some mousse. He tried to speed up the process, even though usually it took 20 minutes to get his hair JUST the way he wanted it. But he didn't want Gale to think of him as another one of the chicks in this house. If this meant frizzy hair, so be it.

Turtle immediately went to the kitchen when she woke at 6:45 A-fucking-M. Perhaps it was the excitement that got her up, but nevertheless, she was up, and she was hungry. Turtle glanced around the gorgeous, and nicely decorated kitchen, before frowning, at the stove. She didn't know what to make. She frowned scratching her flat-haired head. She hadn't gotten ready, and looked horrible, but she didn't care.
She made a decision to ask the guys what they wanted. She knocked on the door, waiting patiently for one of them to answer.

Sonny heard the knock, and opened the door, his Mousse container in one hand.
"Morning, Turtle," he smiled at her.

Turtle smiled at him, glancing at the Mousse, then to his shirtless-ness, then to his tattoo. "Morning, nice tattoo." She shifted on foot-to-foot, feeling very cold in her booty shorts. "I was just wondering what you guys wanted to eat." She closed one eye, rubbing it, then yawning. She was still tired, and she wish she could go back to her bed- the one thing she could depend on. But, her hunger over-powered her tiredness

Not willing to move from the warm nest of blankets wrapped around his lower half, Gale watched absently as Sonny styled his hair, curious in spite of himself. Whe he didn't have the paitence to do it himself- he generally just tossed a hand through his hair- it was rather interesting to watch.
When a knock sounded he glanced down again, snapping out of his thoughts with the faint bush he had just gotten to vanish returning. Grabbing a random shirt from his bag to cover it up, he used the time pulling it over his head to compose himself. Working at getting his arms through the correct holes, he blinked questioningly at Sonny, not wanting to get up. When he did, he leaned forward slightly to get a better view of the doorway, shrugging upon hearing Turtle's question. His stomach was yet to awaken, and so wasn't clamoring for food just yet.

Sonny shrugged at the question, for he was not that hungry. Usually a Monster was all he needed up until noon-time. "I don't really want anything, you can cook whatever. Jay is still asleep, right?" He looked out at Turtle's bedroom, where the door was closed in the dim hallway.

Turtle nodded, in reply. "Okay bacon it is!" She cheered, heading to her room. She can't cook without music. For some reason, it screws her up. She head into her and Jay's room, grabbing her iPod, iPhone, and her iHome. Carrying the mess to the kitchen, she hooked it up, going through the songs. Dirty...or clean? She couldn't decide. She just clicked shuffle, smiling when her second favorite song came on,Leave Out All the Rest by Linkin Park. Oh yeah...today was going good for Turtle so far.

Sonny gently closed the door after Turtle left, careful not to wake Jay up. He turned back to Gale, then to his hair, which actually looked good, even if he only spent 10 minutes on it. He pulled out a shirt and slid it on, followed by a couple silver chains. Carefully adjusting everything, he gave himself a satisfied glance. Who the hell are you trying to impress...he thought.

Blinking, Gale watched as Turtle left, somewhat amazed anyone could be so alert and cheerful so early in the morning; he still felt ready to keel over, even if he was awake now. Raising a hand to rub at an eye, he let out another yawn, flopping over onto his back with a huff of breath. Brushing some strands of hair from his eyes, he tilted his head to the side to observe Sonny. He looked...good.
Restraining a groan as his face heated again, he pulled a pillow over to him as he rolled over onto his stomach, half-burying his face in it to peer over the top at his roommate.

"So, what are we doing today? Just look out there. And who knows if the others are coming, if they even are," Sonny said to his roommate, then gestured to the gray clouds outside, which already covered up what was left of the orange runrise. The snow was starting to fall once again, gently wrapping around the pinetrees and settling on the blanket of snow from the previous night. They certainly couldn't snowboard now, not until someone cleared the pathways TOMORROW. He supposed today was one of those days where you sit inside and get to know people.
More than anything, he wanted to get to know Gale. He slightly blushed at the thought of that.

Cody awoke in his car, which happened to be a little black piece-of-crap that couldn't even get him through the rest of the snow storm last night. He groaned in response to his stiff back and stretched his arms upward as far as the car's ceiling would allow him to. He climbed into the front seat with clumsy limbs, barely aware of what he was doing. By the time he got to the winter retreat, he was amazed he hadn't gotten into a wreck during the drive with how groggy he was.

He parked swiftly in front of the building and unloaded his backpack and one small suitcase from the trunk of his car. Thankfully the snow had let up, though it looked like it would only be temporary. As he walked into the building, he welcomed the warm air. It rushed over his sleepy-head disheveled hair, throwing bits of his red bangs into the blond. He smelled food, but he couldn't tell what it was. He didn't much care; he immediately left his suitcase by the front entrance and dropped his backpack to the floor, seeking out the source.

He found himself in a cozy little kitchen, with a girl he recognized from his school but never got to know. "What'cha making?" He asked, an excited smile on his face at the thought of eating. He wondered what time it was and how hellish he must look from his sleep in the car, but was more concerned with the food being prepared.

Turtle jumped, frightened by the sound of a new voice. Turning around, she saw someone she recognized from school. She smiled, less concerned and showed him. "Bacon, eggs, and pancakes!" She pointed to the servings, smiling. "So...you are?" She asked, going back to cooking.

((FML, I hate my laptop >.>
I had a post all nice, and then it was deleted, which is why this is short))
Pushing himself up to peer out the window, Gale nodded "Snowy," he agreed, resting his hands on his knees. He didn't mind the though of just lazing around inside though.
"Twenty Questions?" he commented in amusement, unintentionally recalling the times his enthusiastic sister had suggested he use the game to get to know people, as he had problems otherwise.

(LOL, its okay!!! This is getting good!)
Sonny smirked at Gale, then sat on the edge of his bed, playing with one of his wristbands. "You ask me first."

Blinking as coming up with a question was left to him, Gale wrinkled his nose at Sonny, before his head tilted as he tried to think of something.
"...Favorite food?" he decided, sounding a bit unsure. It sounded like a stupid question now that he had said it, and he could feel heat beginning to rise in his cheeks.

Sonny thought for a second, then cocked his head to the side. "Hmm. Can ice cream count...I eat that stuff by the gallon..." he looked at Gale, then decided upon his own question.
"What is your sexual orientation."

A slight smile creeping over his lips, Gale nodded with a slight shrug. Sure, he preferred tacos, but he was rather fond of ice cream. Granted, he was pretty sure everyone was, but that was beside the point.
A blink was his only reaction to Sonny's question; he had never really disguised his preferences, they just never really came up. "Bi, you?" he replied, taking the easy way ot instead of working at thinking up another question.

"Same here," he said without losing Gale's gaze. "I came out when I was a Freshman. Rumors haven't stopped since," he said, giving Gale a peppy thumbs up as if the whole situation didn't want to make him crawl in a hole and sleep for 10 years.

Gale nodded, an anxiety he hadn't really noticed fading. Seemed he had unconsciously been fearing a reaction much like his father's. "Don't listen to 'em," he commented matter-of-factly, meaning both that he had never paid attention to the rumors, and that Sonny shouldn't either. Why string together a longer sentence when a vague one with a double meaning would do?

"I try not to...but when you get texts like these all the time," he held out his iPhone to Gale, revealing all the hate messages and forwards, "Its hard to ignore people around me." He analyzed Gale's face carefully, this boy he wanted to know so much about, and looked down at his shoes. At least now he could judge his good looks without feeling weird..

Turtle flipped, the bacon, then smiled at the boy. "I'm Turtle by the way." He was attractive, no doubt. She loved his hair the most, though her's, compared to his, probably looked like shit.

Narrowing his eyes at the texts, Gale let out a huff of breath, summing up most of his thoughts with "Idiots." The texts from his father were bad enough, but to get so many from all those people...If he knew Sonny better he wold be tempted to hug him.
For once, something to say popped into his head, though it took a few moments or him to come up with the courage to actually speak it. Gaze dropping, he took a breath "Then only focus on certain ones," he said finally, positive that his face was red by the time he finished.

Sonny couldn't help but smile at Gale's remark. This kid was continuing to amaze him. He dropped the phone on his bed, then stood up and walked over to where Gale was sitting on his, and plopped down beside him, being careful to leave him his space. "I just...its so hard to always try to prove myself, you know? I always feel like I have to have my guard up...and I really do. I don't know..." he shrugged gently, and focused on the polished hardwood floor, his hair covering half of his face.