Rich boy, spoiled brat, money bags, free loader... He'd heard it all and many other derogatory and degrading terms in which people felt were appropriate to label him. Of course, even those who showed him a pleasant face up front were there only to use him as a contact, a way to get in to the big industries. His family for instance runs some of the largest and most successful Financial institutions in the world and of course, his parents expected him to take over the family business, never mind his own thoughts of pursuing a different career. He'd been raised to be a diplomatic and charming young man, able to plaster on a fake smile at will and fool just about anyone who talks to him into thinking that he was perfectly content with his life. Of course, his parents knew better which was probably why they had agreed to let him live on his own throughout high school and the first year of University. Not college of course, he had to get in to a high end University or else he would be forced to go back home...He also had to keep up a 'A' average in every single class.. No easy feat. A heavy sigh managed to escape the male who sat hunched over a pile of papers, all of which were done save for one which he was currently finishing up. He'd triple checked everything, and now...now all he really wanted to do was curl up and take a nap, though the thought of getting up to walk to his room just seemed... exhausting. Instead he placed his pencil down and swung his legs up onto the soft leather couch, laying down on his back so that he was staring up at the ceiling of his million dollar condo. That was no joke, his parents wouldn't let him live in anything but the best, despite the fact that they didn't like him leaving home in the first place.
Honestly he had absolutely no interest in his families business, and it wasn't like the was the only child in the family. Actually he was the eldest of three. But it had always been 'tradition' that the eldest take over... Not that he hadn't rebelled against it, little good that had done for him. It just made more people think of him as a spoiled brat and a good for nothing who would waste his life away. What he really wanted to do, was write. Writing allowed him to express emotions he was so used to keeping pent up, to create and destroy at whim, to create a life and live it through the main character as he creates everything about them, past, present and future.
Slowly but surely all thoughts began to drift from his mind and golden hued orbs fluttered closed. He let everything go, his tension, thoughts of his family, future...the fact that he had left the front door wide open with nothing but a screen door to keep bugs out keeping people out. Everything. Sleep was always a welcoming thing, it allowed him to drift off into a place where he no longer had to think, where darkness took over his mind and allowed him some semblance of peace, until he woke again that is.
