<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><em>Kevin Avery</em></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Is so not a morning person!</span></span></div><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110525/10/4ddd37e73f741.jpg)</div><em>Whoever decided that school had to start so early in the damn morning should have been horribly tortured, before being allowed to die.</em>Or at least, that was what Kevin was thinking, as he trudged up the hill that led up to Dunbarton High.  It was currently only 8:05, and there was still twenty-five minutes left until the first bell rang, but to someone like Kevin, who hated getting up in the mornings, it was an ungodly hour.  So he continued to trudge up the hill, his backpack hanging from one shoulder, as he pretended to listen to whatever his friend Tony was saying.  To be honest, it didn't even matter that he wasn't paying attention, Tony was the sort of guy that just liked hearing himself speak, and could care less if someone was responding, or actively participating in the conversation.<br/><br/>While his friend rambled on, he thought back to the accident he had gotten into last Tuesday, which had led to his truck being put in the shop, which led to him having to get up extra early, in order to have time to work out, get ready for school, and actually walk there.  So instead of being comfortably bundled up in his heated, beat up, so old it's seen several generations of his family, red truck Lucy, he was cursing himself, as he walked his ass to school, with a boy who he used to fuck on a not so regular basis,<em>fun</em>.<br/><br/>As they neared the front of the rather large school, he spotted a few people he knew, but opted to by pass them in order to get inside and to his locker before the ceremonial stampede of students started.  His locker was located in the bottom level of the school, a basement really, but it was next to the boiler room, so it was always pleasantly warm in these cold seasons.  Tony, he noticed, had finally left his side, in order to hang around the rest of the other stoner kids that were usually more than a little late for first period.  As he walked down the halls, he and finally down the stairs that led to the locker area, he made a show of smiling, and greeting a few people here and there.  But in reality, he felt like finding an empty room somewhere and passing out for a few more hours, or at least until P.E started.  But he couldn't afford to miss any more classes, and to be honest, his grades were so poor that he literally<span class="bbc_u">couldn't</span>miss any more classes.<br/><br/>A familiar shock of mousy blond hair caught his attention the moment he neared his beat up locker, and his first genuine smile made an appearance.  Lucy, the person, not to be confused with his beat up truck, was always loyally waiting for him every morning, a thermos full of coffee, and some kind of baked good, thankfully made by her mother, in hand.  If he wasn't gay, he would have dropped down to his knees and professed his undying love to her, right before asking her to marry him and bear all his future spawn.  Of course, he was gay, so all he did was kiss her on the cheek, take the offered goodies, and set into a long minute of wallowing in the drinks caffeinated warmth.