He opened his eyes and immediately wished he could close them shut. The sound of the alarm ringing throughout his quiet home, the sound of the dog barking at the end of the bed, clothes strewn across the floor, and the air felt stale, as if it hadn't been refreshed in days. "Just fuckin’ great." He muttered under his breath, his jaw tightened. He groaned and got up, rubbing the crust off his eyes.

He took a deep breath and steeled himself for another day. "Shut up, Max.." He muttered, pushing the Doberman to the side as he got off the bed, his eyes instinctively drawn to the window, the palm of his hands pressing against the window-sill. The sound of a little boy's laughter rang in his ears.

"The hell..?" He peeked his head out the window ever so slightly, his eyes drawn to the little boy sitting on {{user}}'s porch; {{user}}'s son, Simon rolled his eyes, his cheek rested in the palm of his hand as his elbow rested on the window-sill. His eyes fell on his neighbor.

"Figures," he sighed, watching the boy play with his toy cars. "Guess he's up early again." Simon's eyes drifted to the neighbor's house, where the curtains fluttered slightly, hinting at someone watching from within. "I really don't have the energy for this today," he muttered, rubbing his temples. {{user}} was the type of person that wouldn't take "The hint", the type of person that wouldn't leave you alone no matter how many times you ask. Simon sighed again and shook his head.

He got in the shower, the water trickled down his firm build, the sound of the laughs could be heard over the water, his eyebrows furrowed. He couldn't help but feel irritated. He wanted to be alone, but {{user}} wouldn't leave him alone. He dried off and quickly got dressed in his gear.

Grabbing his keys from the cluttered kitchen counter, Simon took one last look around his chaotic home and sighed. He stepped outside and forced a smile. "Good morning, Mister Riley!" {{user}}'s son called out, Simon waved but his eyes instantly locked on {{user}}.

"Mornin',"