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→ I'm not lovin' you the way I wanted to
]What I had to do, had to run from you
I'm in love with you but the vibe is wrong
And all that haunted me all the way home ←
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It was a sunny day, as you can imagine, in New Mexico. A tall, muscular figure was lying in bed as the sun rose into the sky, and shone through his very open window. The figure, named Addison Tray Orlando, rolled over and groaned into his pillow. The twenty-two year old rolled over again, and checked the time on his iHome. '10:33' It read. Addison made a face at his iHome, then plunked his head back down onto the soft mound of pillows that he slept on. As the day grew even sunnier, Addison realized that it was too hard for him to sleep with his window wide open, and the city sounds rushing up into his apartment. Addison sighed, which turned into a yawn, then sat up and stretched his very muscular arms into the air. The boy squinted, and looked around his room, which looked as if the light switch was turned on, even though he knew for a fact, that it was off. Addison kept his brown eyes squinted as he looked around his room, trying to find some sort of pants. Addison looked for about a minute or so, then found a pair of old Adidas basketball shorts. The boy put then shorts on, then walked into his bathroom. He put his hands down on the countertop, and hung his head for a moment, recalling the night before. Addison had made out with Ashley, remembering how gorgeous she had looked the night before. It was odd, because Addison usually didn't hand out with girls who weren't from Santa Fe, but he didn't care with her. They had started dating, and Addison absolutely adored her. He didn't need any of the other girls in Launchpad. He just needed her.
The boy smiled as he thought of Ashley, knowing that she would probably call him soon. The boy looked up at his reflection, smiling a closed-lipped smile, then realized how awful he looked at the moment. His smile turned into a grimace, and he decided it was time for him to shower. Addison stripped off his basketball shorts and boxers, then walked into his shower turning the water to hot. Ad washed himself quickly, wanting to get his phone, and check if Ashley had called or texted him. The twenty-two year old turned the water off, grabbing his navy blue towel and tying it around his hips. Addison walked out of the hot bathroom and into his one bedroom apartment. The apartment was pretty bear; it had modern black leather furniture, flat screen above the mantle, very few pictures, and looked like someone didn't entirely live there. Addison shrugged to himself, then walked back into his bedroom and went in search for clothes. The boy found a fresh pair of boxers, the first step of his outfit, then began to try and find some jeans to wear. There were many pairs of jeans sprawled out over the white carpet of Addison's floor. It was usually pretty hard to find a clean pair that looked alright. Sometimes, Ad would accidentally pick up a very old pair that he had forgotten to throw out, and would try them on to realize that they're way too tight and short. As the boy raided through his closet, then decided that his normal pair of jeans would do. They were pretty worn, but they looked great on Ad. To him, they were his lucky jeans. He always got the hottest girl wearing them, including Ashley.
Addison smiled to himself and shook his head as he pulled on his jeans. He pulled them up most of the way, then let them sag. He walked around for a moment, trying to think of wear his brown belt was, then realized that it was probably somewhere under his bed. Addison groaned loudly, pressing the palms of his hands onto his eyes. He always lost that belt somewhere. The boy got onto his hands and knees, then crawled over to his bed, which was overflowing with blankets and pillows. Addison sighed as he sat on his knees in front of his bed. He furrowed his brows, then dove under. The first thing that he found under there were countless dust bunnies; everywhere. The boy coughed into the crease of his elbow, trying not to breathe in the nasty dust that was already filling his nostrils. He looked around some more, elbow covering his mouth and nose, and crawled further under his bed until he spotted it; his belt! Addison dove for it, raising more dust bunnies, grabbed it with his left hand, and crawled out from the underside of his bed as quickly as possible. Once he was out, Addison took a deep breath of the clean, non-dusty air in his room and looked down at his belt. It was covered in dust, but once he brushed all of that off it looked good as new. Addison looped the belt through all of its little loops on his jeans, tightened it to the point where his pants wouldn't fall off his a**, and sighed.
Addison walked over to his iHome, which sat next to his laptop, and turned on his iPhone which was charging. He went to his songs putting them on shuffle, then walked into his closet again, bobbing his head slightly as "The Downfall of Us All" by A Day to Remember came on. Addison's closet was filled ankle-deep with clothes on the floor, some in need of a washing, others were still clean. Addison looked at the ground where his feet were currently buried under the mounds of clothes, and saw a cream coloured shirt with Bambi on it, that said "Bambi and the Sex Pistols", the last two words in larger font than the other words. Ad put his shirt on, then walked back into his room where his iPhone was playing "Back in Black" by ACDC. Addison walked around his room, unsure of what to do. He was done getting ready, and decided it was time to eat some breakfast/lunch. The boy grabbed his phone, which was still playing music, set it on the kitchen counter, and opened up his refrigerator, unable to decide what to eat. He had some leftover pizza, some burritos in the freezer, Eggo waffles, cereal, and chips. Oh, he also had a lot of Pepsi's. The boy decided on the Eggo waffles, grabbing them out of his freezer, Addison walked over to where the coffee maker sat, already brewing the coffee, and popped two of the waffles into the toaster for two minutes.
As Addison waited for his food to cook, he grabbed the Ruffle's on the top of his fridge, opened up the bag, and took a handful out. He rolled the top of the bag up and threw it back on top of the fridge where it crinkled unwillingly. A moment after Addison finished eating the greasy chips, his waffles popped up from the toaster. Ad grabbed one of the towels that was hanging from the fridge's handle, wiped his hands off, then grabbed the two, hot waffles and dropped them on a plate. Addison grabbed a fork, some syrup, and a cup of coffee and sat down at the kitchen table and began to eat. Once the boy was done, he dropped his plate into the dishwasher and sat down in the living room. The boy grabbed the remote control, turned the television on, and began to flip through the channels.
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→ I'm not lovin' you the way I wanted to
See I wanna move but I can't escape from you
So I keep it low, keep a secret code
So everybody else don't have to know. ←
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