Willow .W - His room

Willow turned the knob of the door to his room, pushing it open.
He sighed, and shoved one hand in his pocket as he closed it behind him again.

His bag was still packed on his bed since earlier on, when he had arrived in the late afternoon. Looking around for a moment, he unfroze and unpacked his bag, putting everything away.

- Long day ..." he muttered, picking his iPod from the almost empty bag. He put the headphones over his ears, turning the sound to the max.

He spent the rest of the night listening to Florent Pagny ...

Willow opened his eyes slowly.

Another sleepless night, a dream free evening ... just another regret of many since he had become ... this.
Stretching his arms, he pulled the earphones from his ears and picked his bag up from besides the dresser.
He had the B schedule ... so what class did he have right now?
Shrugging, he pulled the black strap over his shoulder and walked out of his room.

Willow marched into his room and fell onto his oh-so-unecessary bed, and sighed.

- I hate my life." he muttered, thinking of how he'd heard Opal thinking about some ... Jared boy.

His head in his pillow, he shut his eyes in vain.

What am I doing - it's impossible for me to sleep. Seriously, I am a total moron ... he thought angrily, and sat up in bed, his hair even messier than it had been before.

He opened his laptop and connected himself on Facebook, logging into his account.

Status ... status ... status: Love is totally pointless.

Willow marched up to his room and quickly changed into a red shirt and black jeans, pretty certain that he didn't look like an idiot.

- Downstairs I go, then." he smiled at himself in the small mirror behind his door and walked out of his room; locked the door and ran down the hallway.

Willow threw himself onto his bed, and groaned, face in the sheets.

- One night ruined, eh?" he said, his voice muffled.

That night, before he pretended to lay asleep on his bed, he sent a quick thought with a smile on his face.

Good night Opal.