(yup)Fabian Ross // eighteen // feeling: bored // tags: open
Fabian stumbled downstairs, still groggy and half-asleep, and made a beeline to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and poured himself a glass of milk before taking a seat at the table with it. As he gulped it down, he planned out how he was going to start his day - find a grocery store nearby and stock up on junk food, maybe get his hands on some booze if he's lucky. This Summer wasn't going to go down without a party.