<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vahn Carter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Master bedroom, Running, Kitchen<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Desiree Carter (Kokaine) , Sammy Carter (Nameless One), Rose Carter (Luvan95)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Green eyes snapped open as he breathed in a deep scent of lavender shampoo, which filled his lungs along with the mass of hair the scent came from.  He rolled over, feeling his limp length slip from the home it relaxed in last night.  The previous night was a mess of lust and sweat, moans echoing throughout the house. A soft smile crept across his lips as he could still taste the woman he was cuddled to.  A yawn escaped him as he looked to the clock, four thirty am, it read as his eyes rolled and softly crept nakedly from the bed as to not wake his sleeping mother.  Standing he stretched his nude six foot form once more before walking to the rooms door quietly, with graceful ease he opened the door and slid out silently shutting the door after him.<br/><br/>His nude form made its way down the hall to the top of the stairs.  The house was dark and silent so his foot falls were methodical not to wake anyone else.  He found his room at the top of the stairs and opened the door almost tripping over his hockey gear.  The sound echoed as he mumbled softly<strong>"Fuck"</strong>stepping over the gear he searched through his room for moments finally emerging from the dark room clothed.  A grey t-shirt labeled 'navy' in blue and a pare of black athletic shorts with a Pittsburgh penguins logo on the pant leg was his choice of clothing.  At the bottom of the stairs he found his black puma running shoes and soon enough, after grabbing his Zune, he was out the front door for a run.<br/><br/>Down the block and to the left he was now in a full sprint, he wasn't sure why.  An on looker would view him escaping something, yet nothing followed him.  Ten minuets of full forced running and he found himself near the beach.  It was a beautiful and fresh Virginia Beach morning as he stared out over the water from a distance.  His thoughts raced about last night, the fight, the words that flew from their mouths, he practically saw her in tears and it hurt him to see her that way.  He shook his head quite unsure what the fight started over but he knew exactly how it ended.  The same smirk crept on his lips as the images played over and over in his head.<br/><br/>Flicking the Zune, the songs changed over as Jonny Craig filled his ears and the lyrics to "I still feel her part 5" began to play.  His run became a light job as he left the beach and began the trek back towards their home.  It was a small quant little play not far from the beach nor to far from the naval base.  It had been a few years since his fathers death yet this was his last place they were stationed and with the family in school they never left.  It had been about a year after that when their alternate lifestyle, a form of family coping that took a unique turn.  After graduation Vahn was accepted a few high ranking hockey colleges for his skills as a defensemen.  This was a good thing, yet lately he had been acting out and being odd.  It was almost a godsend when that letter came in the mail and mom called a family meeting and the discussion led to the vacation, today of all days, they would set sail into the unknown.<br/><br/>When he finally reached home it was almost six in the morning as he slipped back into the house quietly.  Climbing the stars he walked to the main bathroom, he'd normally go to the master bathroom and relax in the Jacuzzi three person tub, yet he didn't want to wake his mother.  Kicking the clothes aside as he slipped out of them, he stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade down his body.  The warmth soothed him as he let his eyes close, resting his head against the wall tile.<br/><br/><strong>"Todays the big day"</strong>he said as he took a breath.<br/>