405 Thursday Night

"I hate this place." Billy muttered as he practically dove into his room. His clothes lay in a small pile under his bed, and his packed duffel still lay on his bed.

Pulling a clean change out of the bag, he quickly got dressed. Then he grabbed the clothes he'd apparently made a nest out of, and wrinkled his nose. Ew. He sighed and headed down to the laundry room. Looks like he'd be staying a little bit longer after all.