He pushed the door open a bit harshly, the doorknob itself made a minute indention upon the wall, barely visable and not at all noticable if one were to simply glance at it. Didn't want to get mom mad now did we. He needed to change after the long ride, and figured it was time to take a shower as well, didn't want to put a dirty body in clean clothes now did we, so he left the door ajar a bit, simply so he could hear if anything happened in the house, and began to strip down to his boxer-briefs, holding the dirty clothes in his hand for a moment as he looked around for a laundry basket, finding it in the bathroom and discarding the crumpled mess accordingly.<br/><br/>Making sure there was a towel, he pulled out a black wife-beater and a pair of dark blue jeans from his backpack and a fresh pair of boxer briefs and laid them on the bed before he made his way into the bathroom and discarded his underwear as well, slipping behind the protection of the shower curtain and fixing the water to a temperature of his liking.<br/><br/>For the next ten minutes that's where he would be, a slight steam rising from behind the curtain and causing condensation to appear on the mirror, if he were younger, it'd be prime for writing hidden messages on which would be seen when the mirror fogged up again, but he wasn't and thus didn't bother with things of that nature. After about fifteen minutes he'd hop back out, drying off running the towel through his hair, causing it to spike up in random places and fall in others, the perfect "just got out of the shower look. He wrapped the towel around his waist and rubbed off a spot on the mirror so he could glance at himself before making his way back into the bedroom, taking a seat on the bed and putting his chin in his palms.<br/><br/>Why was she being so cold.. Fine. Let her be a bitch. It won't get her very far..  He wasn't going anywhere and that was finally.. if only they could just be a functional -family-. But whatever.. hopefully that day would come.