- Blake Hart -
The dark haired boy set his guitar down on his bed and looked to the door that was slightly ajar. A frown crossed his face as he rose from the bed and headed down the hall. The reason for his odd actions was that he had heard a sudden and unfamiliar noise from somewhere in his flat. Blake rounded the corner to the kitchen and pushed the door open. He was almost immediately ashamed, and embarassed. There was nothing wrong and nobody there. Relax... He told himself, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he left the flat and stood outside the door, calmed by the familiar sounds of people yelling and cars nearby. You're turning paranoid...
The dark haired boy set his guitar down on his bed and looked to the door that was slightly ajar. A frown crossed his face as he rose from the bed and headed down the hall. The reason for his odd actions was that he had heard a sudden and unfamiliar noise from somewhere in his flat. Blake rounded the corner to the kitchen and pushed the door open. He was almost immediately ashamed, and embarassed. There was nothing wrong and nobody there. Relax... He told himself, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he left the flat and stood outside the door, calmed by the familiar sounds of people yelling and cars nearby. You're turning paranoid...










