Lost [boyxboy]

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"DUDE! Wake up now or you'll be late for school by going on foot." I groaned and pulled my covers over my head. Someone pulled them off. The cold hit my body quickly. I shivered. "Wake up!" I heard angry footsteps go out of the room.

I groggily sat up in my bed. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, followed by a yawn. I got up and walked into my en-suite bathroom. I did my business, washed my hands, and brushed my teeth. I looked in the mirror. I let out a disappointed sigh at the appearance I saw—myself. I have rosy blue eyes with balayage hair color, my hair style is one-sided. It looks awesome from my perspective. I have semi-board shoulders. I really can't tell since I hate looking at myself. I have six-pack abs. I am 5"9' feet tall. I'm assuming that I am tall and lean since I am pretty tall and, everyone tells me it.

I have an older brother. His name is Aaron. He's 25 years old. He goes to college near home since he can't leave me in my "state being". It's his third year. He took four years off due to health problems. He has gotten better and is fully recovered, so he returned to college. He still treats me like a baby, even though I'm 16 years old. He is back home due to another health leave of an injury. In my eyes, it's healing faster than what was said. Aaron has emerald green eyes with dark dirty blonde hair. It's so weird. Our mother has dark ocean blue eyes and light blonde ash hair. I guess I got that blue eye gene from her but my eyes are soooo lighter than hers. Aaron takes her hair in a way, as I take our dad's, light brown hair. But Dad has green hazel eyes. It's just a weird mix-up in our family I can say. Sometimes people don't believe we are a blood-related family, which I hate the criticism.

Today is Thursday. Which, I hate more than I hate baloney anything. Not only it's Thursday, it is also practice day. I am on the volleyball team at my school, varsity. I'm a junior (11th grade). Everyone says it's the hardest, most important year of all your high school experience. But to me, it isn't. It's like the best; it just seems easy to me. I'm truly thankful for being naturally smart. I don't have straight A's but I got a good GPA. People want me to play football with my height, and competitiveness, but volleyball always been my passion. It's pretty obvious this sport is the right one for me. Football in my eyes is just overrated and so dangerous. Don't get me wrong, I love to play it, but not in a team, everyday thing. Volleyball is my thing; it's free, fun, and filled with energy. But, it's Thursday practice so we got to run 2 miles around the football field. I dislike it since the football players get to do free-play intensely, which leads to hearing them think they are so cool since they won or something. The fact that I'm running at the same time as it, puts me in a intense stake. Football players are really attractive in my school. That's probably another reason why I don't want to play football all the damn time.

I went to my into closet. I would take a shower, but it's Thursday so after practice I will. It's not worth taking a shower going all good smelling and coming home smelling like a musky girl's period. Oh god, that's just so gross. I put my favorite, everyday black shirt on with my light-wash ripped denim jeans, and my Timberland's. I personally love these boots. I walked out to my room. I unplugged my phone from it's charger. I stuffed it in my back pocket and walked over to my dresser. I sprayed my cologne and deodorant on myself. I grab my backpack and my sport's duffle bag and jogged downstairs.

"Luca!" I heard my brother yell from the kitchen.

I groaned in annoyance. Why all of sudden he is screaming at me? Dumb-ass. I walked into the kitchen causally and dropped my bags to the floor while I sat at the island table.