<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mdk7pu9wPF1qi0b8uo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marco Beaumont<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beaumont Household - Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Anyone in the house<br/><br/>As the sun was beginning to rise with the arrival of the morning, down the highway a red 1968 Shelby Cobra GT500 KR (http://www.iloveclassiccarshq.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/1968-Shelby-GT500-KR-Fastback-Photo-by-Granada-Turnier.jpg) cruised, windows rolled down and music coming from its sound system. Marvin Gaye's<em>Heavy Love Affair</em>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-wj-qANasmM) to be exact. Marco Beaumont was the one enjoying the soul classic as he was made his way back to his hometown from his dorm at college. Upon his face were a pair of Aviators, covering the darkness of his coffee-like, brown eyes as they focused on the road ahead, and fitting tightly to his well-built, upper body was a black t-shirt, the short sleeves clinging to each of Marco's biceps as one arm held loosely the top of the steering wheel while the other kept close to the stick, tapping occasionally in time with the music. It was a good morning, and Marco could only hope the trip he'd be embarking on later that day would be just the same. Lord knew he needed a good vacation.<br/><br/>Several minutes past and Marco had reached his exit, pulling off the highway and merging into the street. It wouldn't be too long until he reached his destination, part of the 21 year old man's mind wondering what kind of welcome he'd receive after having been away for so long.<em>Meet at mommy's house,</em>she said. Seemed like ages since he had last been there despite it only being a few months. Oh, the stories he'd tell his mother and brother of his senior year at college. Though, some stories were probably better off being kept to himself.<br/><br/>By Marco's Mother's home, the morning was quiet and peaceful... only to be disturbed moments later by the rumbling engine of the powerful muscle car as it drove through the block, coming to a stop once it pulled into the spot in front of the house. The music was silenced, the windows were rolled up, and the car was shut off, restoring calm to the neighborhood. Moments later, the red door on the drivers side of the Shebly Cobra opened up, Marco's tall, muscular frame emerging, a large, black duffle bag hanging off his shoulder as he closed the door behind himself. "Home, sweet home." The 6'4" man  said lowly as he removed the aviators from his face to get a better look at the house, placing the pair of shades in the collar of his shirt.<br/><br/>Marco approached the front door, hand digging into his pocket of his blue jeans to pull out a set of keys. He still had the set even after being away for so long. The door was then opened, Marco trying to be as noiseless as possible as he stepped inside. The young man didn't notice much change in the home, but he was sure his mother would point out everything new he didn't bother to notice once she awoke.<br/><br/>Walking from the foyer to the living room, Marco placed his bag onto the couch. Knowing he was rather larger, Marco took extra precautions to avoid making any noise that would alert his mother and brother to his arrival. He continued on into the kitchen and after gathering several ingredients from the cupboard and fridge, was quick at work by the stove. Since the rest of his family was still sleeping, he thought he'd wake them up with the smell of breakfast.