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Chapter 1. Enjoy. |
The crisp morning sun broke through Elliot Bradow's new apartment like a beautiful canvas freshly painted. He awoke from the light, disappointed. "Ugh, and still another hour 'til I got to get up, too late now, damn." He rose out of his queen sized bed big enough for two, but fits just one. He walked into the bathroom, trying to gather his mind. He looks in the mirror to see a handsome twenty-six year old man looking right back at him. He studied his thick black hair, thinking of how he could sculpt it today. "I think I'll gonna do a shark fin today, heh." He grabbed the tube of hair gel and was about to but it into his hair when he realized, "It would be smart to wet my hair in a shower first, God my brain is really screwed up right now. That's what I get for waking up an hour earlia." In case you havent noticed by now, Elliot has a quiet, little New Yorker accent he most likely got from his father. As he took off all articles of clothing he had on, he stepped into the shower for a nice hot bathe. After a few minutes of relaxation in the shower, he turned the water ff and stepped out. Taking the towl from the rack, he noticed a familiar face in the doorway, his cousin Craig. "Flanagan?!, good to see ya man! How ya been?" Elliot Exclaimed, apparently happy to seehim after the not-so-fun history they've had. "I'm doing good man." He replied "When did you get in town?" Elliot asked, going for a hug. " Please! Please! Put a towel on first!" "Oh sorry man, sorry." Elliot slips on a towel over his waist down to his ankels and continues on to hug his ol' cousin. "I was just in town and I wanted to see how ya were." Craig explained. " Oh cool, man. That's real nice of you to think of your old enemy." Elliot answered. "Hey, wanna grab a coffee?" "Why the hell not?" Alright so there is chapter 1, It mat have been too short for some people but I like to write short and easy like that.... |