(http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b317/Alirc/teenchoiceawards07_men_04.jpg)<br/>Matthew was walking along the beach to the house, he smiled at his new home to be. It was a bit on the cheap and rundown side, but for the life he looked to have, it was the mansion of his dreams. A wonderful beach view, walking distance to his job, and a new start from the stress back in Ohio. Family put to much on him at a time, expectations and more, he finally said enough. Thus his moving to Malibu, away from any family contact, and new beginnings. Stepping into the house, he looked around to see no one was here. He assumed his future housemates would return shortly.<br/><br/>Matthew made his way into the kitchen and set his backpack onto the ground, it was the only thing he brought with him, clothing and nothing more. He looked around for something to eat, as he hadn't been able to, working all day. To his luck, he found something for making a quick sandwich, a meaty stacked sandwich. His first bite into it made him sigh happily, it was the feeling you get when you had such a bad day at work and you want to just sit back and relax. This sandwich was the first taste of that relaxation, and he was ready to live it up. He had been living on the beach under the pier and saving all his money for a place and food. Now he had a place, and it was good, and he had the money to help take care of it. As he finished the sandwich, he looked around the two story house, wondering who slept where, he was not going to pick a room till the others got back.<br/><br/>As Matthew came a cross the bath, he gave himself a quick whiff and frowned, he was still sweaty from the hot day. Not a great way to make a first impression, so he hopped into the shower to clean up. The water washing the way the grim and smelly sweat, it felt truly refreshing. With the finish of the shower, he got out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Looking into the mirror, Matthew fixed his hair up and shook off the water from his trimmed form, one he worked hard to keep. Even living under the pier. He looked to change, but only saw his dirty cloths, his clean ones were in the backpack down stairs. He sighed and made his way down the stairs to the kitchen.