BRYSEN'S POV

I walked back aimlessly into my apartment as I opened the lights whilst taking off my shoes and placing them onto the shoe rack. I took off the sweater that I had on and threw it onto the rack that was by the door as I heard faint pants and small pitter patter's coming my way.

Feeling a smile appears on my face as I spot Ame jogging up to me. Crouching down to her level, I started to rub her light golden fur as her tail wagged back and forth. Taking off my glasses while I was walking into the living room, I placed them onto the coffee table before I threw myself down onto the sky blue couch.

I sprawled my arms and legs out as I stretched, causing a satisfied moan to escape from my lips.
Rubbing my eyes to get rid of the tears, I stared at the white ceiling above me.

It was incredibly boring without anyone here, I should make new friends. Everyone I knew either moved away, or I lost contact with them.

After all, it was years ago since I've lived here.

The girl from the art store popped into my mind as I felt one side of my lips curve up. That art store was so nice, it wasn't huge but it was nice.

They carried so many nice products, too bad it doesn't seem like they get a lot of business. It looks like they're passionate about what they do as well, you rarely get that nowadays.

All around my living room, or should I say apartment had art canvas or sketchbooks scattered on the tables and floor. Ideas always came to me randomly, that's why I never bothered to pick up the sketches I left behind.

Letting out a sigh, I took off the undershirt as I walked into my room. The walls were painted a light blue color as I had drawings and posters hung up around the room. A white work desk sat snugly in one corner, my mahogany closet stood tall against the wall.

The flat screen tv was floating on my wall as my queen sized bed laid out in front of it. The dark covers created a contrast to the whole room as I walked past it and threw the shirt into the hamper.
Passing by the big mirror I had, my tattoos greeted me as I flexed in the mirror.

At least I'm a dork with a body.

Slipping off the jeans I had and my black boxer briefs as well, I hung my towel around my waist as I walked out of my room and into the bathroom. Turning on the lights, I placed the towel onto the rack as I turned the water on. Playing with the water's temperature for a little bit, it got warm to my liking as I quickly hopped in.

The water hit my skin rapidly as I felt my muscles relaxing by the second. Facing the showerhead, I rinsed my face with water as my mind floated back to the girl.

She had a perfect face, in my opinion, which freaked me out. She sounded very nice and outgoing as well, maybe that was part of her job?

Shrugging to myself, I applied body wash onto the washcloth as I scrubbed my arms.

Maybe I'll try to be friends with her?

It won't hurt, I definitely need friends or I'd be bored out of my ass everyday.

Shaking the irrelevant thoughts out of my head, I continued to scrub my body and wash off the suds from the soap. Taking a face cleanser and applying it to my face in circular motions, I went under the water to rinse it as I wiped the excess water off with my hands.

Turning the water off, I opened the shower door and grabbed the towel. Wiping off the excess water from my body, I wrapped the towel around my waist once again. My feet led me back into my room as I went through my closet for some clean boxers and a clean shirt.

Pulling on the clothing as well as putting the lotion onto my face and body as well, I closed the lights to my room. Letting it become dark, where the only thing visible was the faint light from my laptop screen.

Nearly throwing myself onto my bed, I went under the covers as I pulled them up to my chin. The feeling of emptiness hits me again as I let out an angry groan, turning my body to the side I shut my eyes.

This will be good, I will change my life.