Addicted to waves

Moving

The morning sun peaked through the blinds painting the white room with autumn colours. Sitting awake Alex looked at the ceiling, pondering on everything that had happened. Watching the dust particles move in the light his mind wandered to his new housing arrangements. I wonder if they will like me? What if they don't? Will I be watched every second of the day, having to talk about my feelings all the time? Thoughts like these ran round his head as he sat there, fearing what would happen. Snapping up at the sound of his alarm, he decided to work out for a bit before he left, to kill some time. He got up and changed before heading down the marble stairs towards the kitchen.

Walking in he covered his eyes, wincing as the sun reflected off the silver pots and pans hanging above the breakfast bar. Taking a bowl out he sat it down on the marble worktop as he chose a cereal to munch on for breakfast. He sat down in his usual spot at the dining table, listening to the room echo at each chew. It was nice living here, he knew the place like the back of his hand, but the thing is Alex would never be able to call it home.

Alex had a notion that home was somewhere you felt safe, comfortable and cosy, but the mansion was non of these things. He already had an unshakeable stereotype in his head of a home: a comfy stuffed couch with blankets and throws, situated in front of a fire place where pictures of the family would be, and a TV would be hung above so it was in the middle of the room. It looked tiny compared to the mansion but Alex liked that. They would be closer together like a family should be. Of course that would be when he decided to stop his bachelor ways and find the right girl. At the moment that seemed unlikely, he should really get himself sorted before he even thinks about that.

Finishing his breakfast he went to wash the plate, before heading across the house to the gym. The house gym was candy land for any athletes, with the most up to date high tech machines Alex would nearly live in the room, well maybe if the cinema room didn't exist. He slipped his iPod onto the docking station and turned the music up loud, it's not like anyone can hear it and complain, and began to start his training program. Alex played a lot of sports and so he had to keep fit, of course the one people - mainly his teacher - want him to do is American football which was the only one that held no interest to him. Once he was done he quickly slipped into he shower, feeling refreshed he then began to finish packing. Activating the surround sound he kept the music blaring so he didn't have to listen to the echoing of his own movements.

It wasn't long until his parents came into the room, their fingers firmly shoved into their ears as AC/DC played, they never did like awesome stuff. Alex chuckled as they made futile attempts to shout over the music. There mouths and arms moving frantically as they tried to get his attention that they unknowingly had, it kind of reminded him of some people at the club. Grabbing the remote he turned the music right down, laughing as his mother startled herself with her own shouting. Straightening her jacket and smoothing down her hair she cleared her throat, a slight blush forming on her cheeks as her husband looked down at her, an eyebrow raised.

"Are you ready?" She asked standing at the door tapping her black pointed heels on the laminate flooring of his room. Alex rolled his eyes at her sign of impatiens before grabbing his bags and pushing his way through to the front door, where a car and driver was waiting. Placing the bags in the boot with the help of the driver, he climbed in after his parents, who where both sat on their laptops typing away furiously. Does anyone actually talk in this family? Alex sighed before pulling out his iPod and putting his headphones on, deciding he may as well have a good time.

The ride seemed like it went forever, but as soon as the were at the beach side Alex took the time to admire the sea. He watched as the light sparkled and flickered over the top of the water. Each glimmer a startling red as the sun began to set in the sky.

The car began to bounce and shake as they went over a dirt track leading to a house at the shore. It was small and wooden with a little pier leading to a rather expensive looking boat at the back. A large porch at the front held two old rocking chairs and a large box, where a pair of boots resided on top. Different wind chimes and shells hung from the roof, surrounding the house with twinkling sounds as a slight breeze disturbed them. Stepping out Alex looked at the house, a hidden smile tugging at his lips. He liked it already.

Slowly he walked up to the door along with his parents and pressed the door bell, hearing the ding followed by some movement he stepped back. Listening to his parents, who where discussing in a tone Alex didn't like, about how these people can live in such a house?

"'These people' actually have a life and don't spend most of their year in an office, oh and also as an upside, actually look at their kids once in a while." He said watching them shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. Pleased with their reaction a grin spread across his face as the front door opened.

Opening the door and the fly net, a man dressed in denim three quarter lengths and a green short sleeve t-shirt stood in the door way, confusion evident on his tanned face. The man was your stereotype surfer, with his long wavy brown hair and lazy blue eyes. He ran a hand down his rough stubbled jaw, the string and beads around his tanned wrists jingling as he did. The realisation set in as his mouth shaped an 'O'.

"You must be the Williams family, I'm Robert Jacobs, it's nice to meet you!" He said as he shook Alex's, then his parents hands, a warm smile on his face. Before crossing his strong arms over his broad muscled chest. Wow this guy must do some serious work out. He looked at the Alex for a minute then to his parents then back to Alex.

"You do sports?" He asked although it came out as more of a statement. Alex looked at him confusion showing on his face.

"Emm... Yeah?"

"Out of your own choice I'm guessing since they don't seem the sporty type," he said pointing at my confused and flustered looking parents. "Also you have some amount of muscle there. You hit the gym a lot?" He continued looking back at Alex and crossing his arms again.

"Yeah."

"Good, we'll get along, come in, come in." Waving them in he held open the door, stopping Alex when he tried to pick up his bags.

"I'll get them man, on you go make yourself comfortable after all, you will be living here." Alex could only stare at him dumbfounded. Why was this man offering to help him? The butler and drivers do, but they're paid to do it, this man was doing it out of compassion. Robert laughed before patting him on the back, shaking his head he lifted Alex's things a chuckle heard as he walked, Alex following silently behind.