by Sacred Sin » Sun Jun 20, 2010 7:46 pm
Jeraud yawned and rubbed his eyes as the warm sunlight poured onto his face. He sat up in his bed, blinking sleepiness away from his eyes and glancing out the window of his beach-side house. He grinned slightly as he saw the commotion already occurring on the sandy shores. Some of his buddies were playing football on the soft sand and he could already see a lot of cute girls tanning and giggling together. Closing his blinds while he got dressed, slipping on his baggy shorts, white undershirt and checkered top, he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Worst case of bed head ever. He glowered at his wild hair and took a brush, trying to tame the crazy thing. In about fifteen minutes he had succeeded and took some gel, running it through his sandy blond hair until it was wavy and spiky at the same time, his signature style. He flashed two gun signs at himself and clicked in the mirror then quickly rushed back to his room, slipped on his black and white vans, grabbed his iPhone, and ran out the door, taking in the cool, salty air.
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