Yelling and commotion downstairs. Will sighed, slowly getting up and getting dressed. He threw on the first thing he saw in his closet, a pair of pajama pants (the button hole in the center of the pants doing little to conceal his above average manhood...but who cared? He was with family.), a plain grey t-shirt, and a pair of socks. Making sure that his alarm and lights were turned off, Will stalked down the stairs. Most of the family was in the kitchen, he didn't want to meet them yet. Instead he made a quick detour to the family computer, logging in to the popular social networking site all the kids were using these days.<br/><br/>Sending out messages to his best friends, Will's heart sunk. Each and every one was busy today, leaving him with no excuse to avoid the house, along with the cleaning and chores that usually came with it on the weekend. Letting out a short sigh, he exited out and walked towards the living room. He turned the corner, waving to his Father and older brother. Will turned towards the fridge, eyes falling on the crouched form of his mother.<br/><br/>"Aw...." he said, holding a hand in front of his face to block her cleavage from view. "Mom, put some clothes on...!" he said, dropping his hand for a second to sneak a glance. "I don't want to see that. . ."