<div class="floatright">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g9/2C00L4SCH00L/male-model.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Xavier Diaz<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Shower Room<br/><br/>Xavier opened his eyes, realizing that he had drifted off in the tub. Perhaps, it was too relaxing. Xavier stood up, water dripping from his body into the tub. He reached down, pulling out the plug to drain it, reaching for his towel next to dry himself as he stepped out.<br/><br/>Once again, Xavier had the towel around his waist, making his way to the shower room door. He opened it, and walked out into the hallway. There, his head turned left, then right as he weighed his options on what to do next.<br/><br/>To Xavier's left was the path back to the living room with all of the other housemates. One might think that he'd like to go back, but after seeing everyone else paired up, including his roommate, Leda, he didn't want to wind up being somebody's third wheel.<br/><br/>On the other side was the back yard. Xavier looked out through the glass door, noticing the darkening skies. What he also noticed, was Aubrey. Xavier knew that it might have been a good opportunity to talk with her, but he felt he still didn't have the words to explain himself. They weren't supposed to get attached to people in the house, but the fact that Aubrey had gotten so mad, he thought maybe she had been fighting to remind herself of that. It was something he had to remind himself as well, despite his possessive nature.<br/><br/>Xavier set his sights on the door to his room, and figured that he'd just head to bed for the night. Maybe some sleep would do some good to clear his head. Upon that decision, he went into his room.