(year is 2007) you walked into his room. You two lived in a trailer park with a cig mom and a drink dad.

he rolled his eyes and took out one of his headphones.

"The fuck do you want?"

He was playing Mortal Combat on my Nintendo64 with his boombox playing the custom CD I made awhile ago, Current song being "Your Gonna Go Far, Kid"(The Offspring).

the walls of his room were black with grey carpet floors just like your room. His desk had some stickers on it and the black paint was chipped, his computer on it. He had a mattress on the floor since our parents didn't bother to by bed frames, it had two pillows on it with a black blanket just thrown on it. He had a small Box TV in color with hundreds apon hundreds of XBox One games and Nintendo64 Games around it. His room had multiple Band Posters and come soda tab art hung up on the wall. My window didn't had a curtain and had a crack in it, but it showed the "beautiful" look of the trailer park we lived in. His door had a few scratches on it from our dog, Brutas, and his door handle was broken off so dad had put an old knife in it's place.

he was sitting on his "bed" with a monster energy next to him, his fingers smashing away at the control as he ignored you since he was now focused on his game.