beachbirdguy
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Matt Erfurt flopped down onto his bed. At least, it used to be his bed. Before he had moved out two years ago. As soon as he had graduated high school, he was ready to be on his own. Two years later he was moving back in with his parents. He didn’t want to admit to being a failure but he just couldn’t make enough money to make it on his own. He still had a job but it just didn’t pay very much. So he had dejectedly asked his parents if he could move back in.
His room hadn’t changed much except they had been using it to store all sorts of stuff they had nowhere else to put. So aside from room to stand up next to his bed against one wall there wasn’t much free space. But at least it was free, at least for now. His parents’ house really wasn’t all that big. Just a living room, dining room and kitchen downstairs and the master bedroom and two small other bedrooms upstairs. Only one bath. But it was better than nothing.
His sister was still occupying the other bedroom. She was just sixteen when he left but now she was eighteen and about to graduate from high school. He didn’t know what her plans were, whether she was going to be moving out or not. He actually hadn’t seen her or talked to her in the last two years. He just remembered she was kind of a mousy girl who didn’t seem to have a lot of spunk. He used to tease her and push her around all the time. She always let him have his way, because he was the big brother. He wondered if she had changed during the last two years without him being around.
He stretched out on the bed and stared at the ceiling. His frame was pretty muscular, having done mostly construction and day work since he had graduated. He stood an even six foot tall with blue eyes and wavy brown hair. He could hear noises on the other side of the wall, coming from his sister’s room. He hadn’t even seen her yet since he had come back. He wondered what she looked like now, if she was the same mousy little girl or if she had grown up some.
After a short while he got up from the bed and pulled on a pair of dirty jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. Might as well go face the music, he thought. It was late afternoon, so he figured his parents would be home by now. He headed downstairs to see how things were going to play out.
Matt Erfurt flopped down onto his bed. At least, it used to be his bed. Before he had moved out two years ago. As soon as he had graduated high school, he was ready to be on his own. Two years later he was moving back in with his parents. He didn’t want to admit to being a failure but he just couldn’t make enough money to make it on his own. He still had a job but it just didn’t pay very much. So he had dejectedly asked his parents if he could move back in.
His room hadn’t changed much except they had been using it to store all sorts of stuff they had nowhere else to put. So aside from room to stand up next to his bed against one wall there wasn’t much free space. But at least it was free, at least for now. His parents’ house really wasn’t all that big. Just a living room, dining room and kitchen downstairs and the master bedroom and two small other bedrooms upstairs. Only one bath. But it was better than nothing.
His sister was still occupying the other bedroom. She was just sixteen when he left but now she was eighteen and about to graduate from high school. He didn’t know what her plans were, whether she was going to be moving out or not. He actually hadn’t seen her or talked to her in the last two years. He just remembered she was kind of a mousy girl who didn’t seem to have a lot of spunk. He used to tease her and push her around all the time. She always let him have his way, because he was the big brother. He wondered if she had changed during the last two years without him being around.
He stretched out on the bed and stared at the ceiling. His frame was pretty muscular, having done mostly construction and day work since he had graduated. He stood an even six foot tall with blue eyes and wavy brown hair. He could hear noises on the other side of the wall, coming from his sister’s room. He hadn’t even seen her yet since he had come back. He wondered what she looked like now, if she was the same mousy little girl or if she had grown up some.
After a short while he got up from the bed and pulled on a pair of dirty jeans and a Metallica t-shirt. Might as well go face the music, he thought. It was late afternoon, so he figured his parents would be home by now. He headed downstairs to see how things were going to play out.