just my luck' open

[benjamin leo ashe]

before his lanky figure escaped from the hummer, the keys circled around his pointer finger. why not wait until this song was over? it could not be too long, could it? while waiting, one hand drummed lightly on the steering wheel while the other continued to playh with the jingling keys. the head that held the full, black heir leaned agaiinst the back of the seat as a small sigh was released. not out of stress or dissaproval, simply because of the hangover that was, well, still hanging around his head. at the time, last night seemed like a good idea. of course, they always to at the time.

arounf the third or fourth time his stomach gave an audible growl, benjamin leo ashe rolled his eyes then slid from the car. gren eyes darted around the parking lot, which was surprisingly full, before they settled on the door. the boy was still in his pajama pants, light weight black pants that he had recieved many years ago. they had a small hole right before the knee, one reason why he usually only wore them to sleep. today was meerly an occasion to this act. over his torso, he had simply slipped on a white t-shirt then a school sweat shirt. woo-hoo, school pride. like he even cared.

he looked like he had just rolled out of bed. not just his clothes, but his hair was going everywhich way and his eyes still had bags underneath. even with his hair tangled togeather, it somhow looked do able in a way that only a few people could pull off. not that he would brag or anything, it just worked.

as he reached the door, his pale hand muffled a yawn before his surprisingly cold human body slide through the door. the lady behind the counter looked up at him, smiled, then told him that there would be a wait. benji meerly gave a smile and a nod before sliding into a waiting chair. he could either leave and wait somewhere else, or just stay here. his eyes stayed down, but for some reason he felt as if he was being starred at. looking up, he locked eyes with what he thought was a complete stranger