I had been sitting on the couch and flipping through channels boredly when Brooke came out of the bathroom. I noticed how tired she looked so I smiled lightly and stood up accidentially knocking over my blanket and pillow that I had on the couch for myself, "I cleaned up my room some and change the sheets for you. I'll fix it up more tomarrow after school so don't mind if it's a little messy." I appologized as I opened the door for her into my room. My room consisted of a twin bed aagainst the wall and a large drawing desk that slanted so that it would be easier to draw on. At the moment I had a half sketch of a cat that I had seen on my back porch with the cemetary in the background. There were a lot of pictures of people, my school, and places around town on my walls and the floors. I had about four cameras and each was used for different kinds of shots. Those were on the night stand along with my digital camera with the picture of her in it. I didn't think much of it at the time but the only mess was of my sketch books and pictures, "I'm the president of our Art club at the college so I have a lot of stuff always laying around." I explained so she didn't think I was a stalker or something.