A Kidnapping Gone Wrong

Chapter 2, Sebastian

At 6:30 am sharp, the unmistakable melody of William Tell: Overture blares from the speaker of Sebastian's phone, which was set out on top of his night stand having been plugged in throughout the night. With a groan Sebastian rolls onto his back and stretches as intensely as his body will allow.

He doesn't want to wake up. I mean, of course he doesn't. The weather is starting to turn cold and it's dark. All. The. Time. Sebastian doesn't like the dark. It makes going about the day day dull when the majority of it is just dark. But he is looking forward to the school day; more often than not people make fun of him for that aspect of his personality. What kind of teenager actually wants to go to school?

Pulling himself out of bed and out of the warmth of his many blankets, he turns off his alarm and slips into his slippers. Sebastian doesn't like to sleep in socks (he thinks that's weird, and that people who do that need to reevaluate some aspects of their life). So instead he keeps slippers near his bed to keep his feet warm whilst he gets ready for the day. Shuffling his feet against the cool hardwood floor he makes his way over to the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom.

On his way out of the bathroom he stops at the sink to wash his hands and his face. Sebastian is one who cares very much about his appearance, but doesn't want to boast about his good looks. Clear skin is a crucial part of his day-to-day life and a major booster in his self confidence. He washes his face in cold water as the shock helps wake him up, and the cold water helps close pores. Patting his face dry on the small towel he moves onto his hair; it is pretty wild this morning. Usually Seb is a heavy sleeper, and therefore doesn't move around much, but it appears as though this was not the case last night. There also aren't any sleep lines anywhere on his body, further proving the fact he was tossing and turning throughout the night.

He runs a comb through his hair, flattening the wild mess, then runs his hands through his hair in quick succession, intentionally making the front look disheveled. Fluffing it here, laying it flat there, mussing it with care and intention to get the perfect "woke up looking this good" look.

Moving out of the bathroom Sebastian makes his way to his closet, pulls the door aside, and assesses what he wants to wear today. The weather is more than likely going to be on the colder side, so he draws his attention to the thicker sweaters and the like. He chooses a nice dark blue crewneck. The navy color compliments his pale skin tone really quite nicely. He throws the sweater on along with black slacks.

He pulls on mid-calf length socks and his black combat boots. As he is lacing them up, he turns his head to the clock on his night stand, it reads 6:51. Sebastian finishes tying up his boots, grabs the bag he needs for today, drops his phone into his pocket, and makes it out of his room before 6:55.

Not wanting to worry about doing a bunch of dishes before he leaves for school he sticks to toast for this morning's breakfast. More often than not he takes the time to make an actual meal in the morning, but he spent far too much time worrying about and fixing his hair today. He turns the toaster dial just past the number three, but not to the center of three and four, if he turns it that far the toaster gets a bit funky and burns half the toast; a crisp line down the center of the bread shows how the left side is burnt to near black, while the other side is barely warm at all.

So he makes sure the dial on the toaster is turned just to the right position, pops two slices of bread into said toaster, and pulls out the jam and butter from the fridge.

While he waits for the toaster to finish doing its toaster thing, he walks over to one of the lower cabinets near the door that leads into the garage. Inside said cabinet is all the food/treats for his two cats. Seb pulls out the bag of kibble specifically for mornings and shakes it around while it walks over to the cat bowls. As usual the rattling of food within the thick plastic bag alerts the cats and the end up running at full speed towards Sebastian and their food.

Sebastian has two cats. One black, the other white with black spots. The black ones' name is Persephone. The white one is a little peculiar looking. He's almost completely white, with black only on his paws, the top of his head—making the cat look like he's got a nice full head of hair—and he has a little black spot in the center between his mouth and nose. For this reason he is called Dolf. Short for... you guessed it, Adolf. Sebastian owns a Hitler cat.

As the cats come scurrying into the kitchen in search of their food, Dolf slips in the transition from carpet to tile. His feet slide out from under him and he scrambles to come back to his more dignified position.

They come up to their bowls where Sebastian is waiting, and sit very patiently for about 30 seconds before Seb spoons out their portions of food for the morning. As the cats eat from their respective bowls their tails swish from side to side making a gentle thwap sound when they hit the tile floor. The sight makes Sebastian smile.

Sebastian’s attention towards the cats was interrupted by the mechanic pop that came from the toaster.

He grabs the toast from the toaster, lays them out on a plate, then spreads both butter and jam. The flavor of which is pumpkin/ginger.

Sebastian likes to explore and experiment with flavor combinations. So in his free time, and when the house or his neighbors' are running low one jam, he likes to make it. Combining the most out there things to make really satisfying flavors.

Sebastian finishes breakfast, rinses off his plate, leaves it in the sink, grabs his keys from the hook by the door, and is out of the house at 7:20. He proceeded to lock the front door behind him, then made his way to his car and started off for school.