Glossy eyed, Jaimie ran his pen aimlessly over another repetitive college form. He was tired of these endless formalities, but college was the next step. He'd get into a good school, pick a major, get a great job, and... so on and so forth. That was never really Jaimie's dream, this was just the future, you know, the one everyone was supposed to have. He only knew the life he was expected to have, and he never once questioned it. The only time he felt like his own person was with his sister.<br/><br/>Then there was his mother. Sometimes they spoke candidly, but often he found himself taking care of her. One more step in the direction of being the proper son, the proper citizen, the proper... husband, maybe? He had no idea what to think, and he was getting ahead of himself. He ran his fingers through the dark mat of hair, and stood up.<br/><br/><em>"Later..."</em>He whispered to himself and took in his room. It was a modest place, desk, computer, TV, bed, bare walls, clean floor, simple colors. That was who he was, practical, some might say bland. he was happy with it, though, and his sister was able to move through it much more safely than if it were cluttered. He walked through his house, letting his fingers trail along the wall, an eccentricity he had picked up from his sister.<br/><br/>He descended the stairs into the kitchen and pulled a can of soda from the fridge, barely even looking. He popped the tab, still staring aimlessly as he leaned against the counter. His blue eyes fixated on a spot on the wall, and his fingers drumming idly on the counter. He had also developed a habit of making sound in various ways, letting his sister where he was, or that someone was in a room. He had a habit of blocking the world out at times, so it helped to make sure she knew he was there, even when he didn't notice her.<br/><br/>He continued to sip at his drink and drum as his mind ran through a number of lessons, test prep, and various information to keep him organized.<br/>