I was just bored. It was obvi going to be a gay romance. It's me we are talking about.

Nathan stands in a near empty small room. Only a lampshade, mattress, small dresser and a few books rest in their places. The floor is littered with dead bugs that he's smashed with his trusty old boot. The sound of rushing cars fills the room. He swivels his head around as if to try and find something, even though he already knows that there isn't anything in there. Nathan walks over to the small window on the far wall, rays of light flow into the room. He slowly opens it with his calloused fingers and gets hit with warm, refreshing air. He closes his eyes and sweeps the black scruffy hair off his face. Nathan opens his eyes again and looks out at the highway. A huge variety of makes and colours zoom past. He closes the window again and walks out of the room.

He watches his footing, as not to step on any old, creaky floorboards hoping to not wake his parents. The narrow hallway comes to an end when he reaches the kitchen. The cupboard squeaks and groans as he opens it to pull out the box of cereal. He plops it on the table and grabs a bowl out from the same cupboard. Nathan then proceeds to grab the milk and make himself a bowl of cereal which he gulps down before walking out of the house.

Nathan lives in a very rusty and unsterile environment. The streets