Post by Tate Samuel Lopez on Mar 9, 2015 17:59:40 GMT -5
Tate had been worried about inviting Lukas over to the Orphanage. Even if he was just coming over to spend a day with him, he wasn't sure about having him around. The Orphanage wasn't exactly the most friendliest place to be. Nevertheless, they had met up, as planned, and Tate had brought him home.
They walked through the front door and Tate slammed it shut behind him- a habit of his as he was usually annoyed when he entered or left the building. "Lucy! I'm back! We're going upstairs!" He called as he led Lukas down the corridor and ran up the stairs.
He ignored the shouting and screaming from some little kids, and pushed his way through two boys a little younger than him as he walked across the landing to his own room, that happened to be in the far corner of the building. "Sorry about the noise. It's never a dull moment here." He apologised, blushing a little, with embarrassment. When he got to his room, he opened the door and glared at two twelve year olds that were sitting on his bed, flicking through some books of his. "Out." He hissed at them and the two kids scampered.
His room was very simple. All four walls were grey, with a small window embedded into one of them. His bed was the rickety metal kind and was tucked away in the corner, pressed against the wall. He had a desk, a wardrobe and an old chest of drawers.
He grabbed his guitar that had been propped up against the wall, and collapsed down onto his bed, causing it to creak. "Thanks for coming. Though I still don't see why I couldn't have just come to yours again." He played a few chords on his guitar before looking around nervously, inspecting everything in his room. He didn't have many possessions. His clothes, guitar, some tapes and a few books- though he couldn't read. "I'm sorry about this place."
Tag: Lukas Becker
They walked through the front door and Tate slammed it shut behind him- a habit of his as he was usually annoyed when he entered or left the building. "Lucy! I'm back! We're going upstairs!" He called as he led Lukas down the corridor and ran up the stairs.
He ignored the shouting and screaming from some little kids, and pushed his way through two boys a little younger than him as he walked across the landing to his own room, that happened to be in the far corner of the building. "Sorry about the noise. It's never a dull moment here." He apologised, blushing a little, with embarrassment. When he got to his room, he opened the door and glared at two twelve year olds that were sitting on his bed, flicking through some books of his. "Out." He hissed at them and the two kids scampered.
His room was very simple. All four walls were grey, with a small window embedded into one of them. His bed was the rickety metal kind and was tucked away in the corner, pressed against the wall. He had a desk, a wardrobe and an old chest of drawers.
He grabbed his guitar that had been propped up against the wall, and collapsed down onto his bed, causing it to creak. "Thanks for coming. Though I still don't see why I couldn't have just come to yours again." He played a few chords on his guitar before looking around nervously, inspecting everything in his room. He didn't have many possessions. His clothes, guitar, some tapes and a few books- though he couldn't read. "I'm sorry about this place."
Tag: Lukas Becker
