Petersons

Cam's eyebrows furrowed, drowsiness evident in his emerald eyes as a yawn escaped his lips. He was standing in his lounge on the white rug that still had the stain of red wine he had spilt. The room was dark compared to the rest of the house. The windows were shut tight, the curtains pulled in, the air conditioner turned on. A bottle of beer was sitting next to the rug, a millisecond away from spilling and staining the carpet more.

The bowl of popcorn laid on the centre table with a few now stale popcorn lying on top of the glass. The couch was occupied. Aaron.

One leg stuck out, a blanket draped around his waist, his head half on the pillow and half sticking out the couch. Cam scratched his head and kicked Aaron's stuck out leg.

"The hell you doing here, man?" Aaron rolled over, pulling his half-fallen head back on the pillow. His eyes droppy.