Alekzander
"Alekzander!! Come on, get up already!" he could hear his younger sister yelling from another country, much less right outside his door. "I'm up, damn, calm down!" he opened his eyes, to find his room just as unorganized as it was before he fell asleep. 'Another day wasted away when I should have been in class..' Hopping out of bed, he realized he had a throbbing headache and a huge desire to be right back under the covers, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Not with Amelya around, that was for sure.
He slid off his sweatpants, switching them with a pair of black skinny jeans, along with an assortment of belts, a grey v-neck, and a leather jacket. To complete the look, a black and white upside down cross, a chain with his most prized pick, and the few rings his father left him. Rather, the only thing his father ever left him. Walking out of his room, he could smell the faint aroma of pizza in the microwave as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Where's mom?" he asked Amelya, but before she had time to answer, he saw a note on the refridgerator. It read simply 'Pizza's in the freezer. I have to work late. Don't cut school, and be sure you get to that meeting, Alek.' "Always so friendly, isn't she?" Amelya said, then smiled slightly at him. It really made no sense for him to refer to her as "little girl" anymore. She was sixteen, and certainly did not look little. "Always," he smirked back at her as he opened the fridge to find the usual assortment of food, but he settled on a monster, sighing and leaning against the counter as he popped the top, and looked at Amelya. She smirked. "It's five fifteen. Don't you have somewhere to be?" He rolled his eyes and waved her off. "Don't you have homework to do?" He loved Amelya, but as she grew, her attitude followed. She mimicked him quietly as the microwave beeped, and replied "You know you have to go to that meeting. I'm just saying, though." He only rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag off the counter where it lay. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Have you seen my keys?"
She sighed heavily, pointing in the direction of the living room, where they lay, as always, on the end table. "Right," he smirked and grabbed them, before looking back at her. "Have fun, don't invite over any assholes, and try not to burn the house down. IF you can help it." She rolled her eyes, "What time will you be back?" He glanced back once more, before shrugging his shoulders "Beats me!" She nodded, then went back to preparing her pizza as he walked out the door, shutting it with a low thud, as he made his way down the path to his '78 all black mustang, his other prized possession, not counting his guitar. Unlocking the door, he hopped in, throwing his back to the passenger seat, and pulling out his phone. "Five missed texts. And two calls. Shit, and I have to miss practice. What a fucking relief." He swore under his breath. This was not turning out to be a decent day, and he had just woken up. "Well, here we go." He started the engine, which came to life, then he pulled out, heading back towards the school.
"Alekzander!! Come on, get up already!" he could hear his younger sister yelling from another country, much less right outside his door. "I'm up, damn, calm down!" he opened his eyes, to find his room just as unorganized as it was before he fell asleep. 'Another day wasted away when I should have been in class..' Hopping out of bed, he realized he had a throbbing headache and a huge desire to be right back under the covers, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Not with Amelya around, that was for sure.
He slid off his sweatpants, switching them with a pair of black skinny jeans, along with an assortment of belts, a grey v-neck, and a leather jacket. To complete the look, a black and white upside down cross, a chain with his most prized pick, and the few rings his father left him. Rather, the only thing his father ever left him. Walking out of his room, he could smell the faint aroma of pizza in the microwave as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Where's mom?" he asked Amelya, but before she had time to answer, he saw a note on the refridgerator. It read simply 'Pizza's in the freezer. I have to work late. Don't cut school, and be sure you get to that meeting, Alek.' "Always so friendly, isn't she?" Amelya said, then smiled slightly at him. It really made no sense for him to refer to her as "little girl" anymore. She was sixteen, and certainly did not look little. "Always," he smirked back at her as he opened the fridge to find the usual assortment of food, but he settled on a monster, sighing and leaning against the counter as he popped the top, and looked at Amelya. She smirked. "It's five fifteen. Don't you have somewhere to be?" He rolled his eyes and waved her off. "Don't you have homework to do?" He loved Amelya, but as she grew, her attitude followed. She mimicked him quietly as the microwave beeped, and replied "You know you have to go to that meeting. I'm just saying, though." He only rolled his eyes, grabbing his bag off the counter where it lay. "Yeah yeah, whatever. Have you seen my keys?"
She sighed heavily, pointing in the direction of the living room, where they lay, as always, on the end table. "Right," he smirked and grabbed them, before looking back at her. "Have fun, don't invite over any assholes, and try not to burn the house down. IF you can help it." She rolled her eyes, "What time will you be back?" He glanced back once more, before shrugging his shoulders "Beats me!" She nodded, then went back to preparing her pizza as he walked out the door, shutting it with a low thud, as he made his way down the path to his '78 all black mustang, his other prized possession, not counting his guitar. Unlocking the door, he hopped in, throwing his back to the passenger seat, and pulling out his phone. "Five missed texts. And two calls. Shit, and I have to miss practice. What a fucking relief." He swore under his breath. This was not turning out to be a decent day, and he had just woken up. "Well, here we go." He started the engine, which came to life, then he pulled out, heading back towards the school.