<div style="margin:20px; margin-top:5px"><div class="quotetitle"><input class="button2 btnlite" onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = '';      this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Hide'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerText = ''; this.value = 'Show'; }" style="text-align:center;width:100px;margin:0px;padding:0px;" type="button" value="Show"/></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">At five-foot-eleven, he's pretty tall, yet not as tall as most average men his age. He's got a pretty thin, and feminine figure, being a bit curvier than most normal guys, yet, due to extensive exercising, dieting and weight-lifting, he's also quite muscular, yet, at the same time, he's not.You can tell he has muscles, yet he doesn't an excessive amount to make him a brainless meathead. His skin is also a light tan that gives him a natural glow (which it is, since he hates tanning beds). His limbs are thin, but not wafey, yet his legs show more muscle than the rest of his body.<br/><br/>His hair is shoulder-length, luscious, chocolate brown hair that is a bit wavy and he has a purple streak that frames his face on the left side. Any other time he doesn't have it down, it's up in a ponytail, held by a white, elastic hair tie; the purple streak is not put in the ponytail. He has a condition called â€œCentral Heterochromiaâ€ which means he has irises in his eyes that are one colour on the outer edges, and they fade out into a different colour; in his case it's a light baby blue that melts into a golden-honey colour. <br/><br/>**His outfit will change throughout the story<br/>He has a few different accessories worn on his body; such as bracelets, necklaces and a few piercings. For body piercings he has his navel is done with a silver bar with a screw-on aquamarine ball; he has a labret on his lower lip; he has his left ear pierced four times, plus his cartilage is pierced and on his right ear its pierced four time as well along with his tragus. For accessories, he wears a total of eight bracelets; four on each wrist. They all look like mine.</div></div></div><br/><br/>Today was a nice day; the sun was shining brightly and there was barely a cloud in the sky. All of it was perfect... besides having moved to a new town with new people in it, and nothing was familiar; even the grass outside the coffee shop the young man resided in seemed alien to him. One of this boy's mothers had been given a better position as a university professor; she was a art teacher that specialized sculpting and ceramics. Sure, it was great that she was offered a better-paying position, but it was the last day of summer vacation, he knew no one in the town, and he would be going to school with a bunch of strangers that he knew nothing about.<br/><br/>Skyylar stared out the window beside his seat in the coffee shop and sighed, his blue & gold eyes averting back to the laptop screen that was currently on nothing productive since he really didn't need to be. It was currently on a CD-ROM game called â€œFeeding Frenzyâ€ and he was beginning to become bored of it; he had beaten it thrice. He closed his eyes for a short while, rubbed them with the heels of his palms and then let out another sigh and closed the laptop lid. He stuffed the portable computer into its bag that sat at the foot of his seat, and zipped it shut.<br/><br/>Arising from his seat he walked over to the front counter and asked for a drinkâ€”a frozen â€œTiger Mochaâ€ â€“because he was becoming rather parched. He then paid the local business owner accordingly and then walked out, taking a generous swig of it. He took a deep inhale of the warm summer air and walked down the pavement; his long, chocolate brown hair flowing behind him, and the black, button-up shirt (which as currently unbuttoned) billowing out behind him, his white undershirt showing off his well-taken-care-of torso. Putting the laptop case-strap over his head, he walked on home; his mothers would surely be waiting for him.<br/><br/>He had nothing really to look forward too besides being spoiled out of his mind and then taken out for dinner later because they loved him that much. He smirked at how much he is unwillingly pampered by his mothers. He sighed yet again took another sip of his frozen coffee. It took him a whole twenty minutes to walk home and he had a rather enjoyable time at doing such. There was a small park by the elementary school on his way there and a few small children sitting at the benches and talking among themselves.<br/><br/>And among them, there was an older person. He looked about his age and was all alone, but it didn't matter to Skyylar, he took another inhale and then walked faster. After enough of wasting time procrastinating, he finally made it home. It was a generously sized house, especially since only the three of them that lived in the home. It was a complete two stories and his bedroom was on the second story and on the side of the house that wasn't near the street just because Skyylar was weird like that.<br/><br/>Walking through the door, he removed his shoes and he saw Lila and Lifaâ€”his mothersâ€”asleep on the couch (along with several unpacked boxes scattered throughout the living room) . Lila was curled into a ball on the couch, and her head laying in her wife's lap; Lifa on the other hand was sitting on the furniture, her legs hanging off the front, and her head laying backwards. Oh mom, the neck-pain you'll have when you wake up. He smiled at the scenario, and walked over to them, staring at the two women laying on the couch; Lifa made a small snort, and he giggled a bit and tossed a blanket over the two. He turned around to see the television on, and muted; he rolled his eyes and turned it off.<br/><br/>He then quietly snook upstairs to his bedroom where he would spend the rest of the day typing at his stories, and messing around on the internet and playing mindlessly stupid games. Oh the time he wastes on his 800 dollar piece of machinery.