(Note from the author. I will slowly be adding chapters to this and expanding upon the possibilities.)
John returned home from school. It had been as any other. He somewhat paid attention during his classes. Truthfully, since he turned eighteen, it had become a countdown just to finish his last few months. Not that he was dumb, though. Although, he wasn't a genius. You could call him attractive too. He had been in football all though out high school until his high school life until his senior year season had finally ended. His body was in good condition and already had quite a bit of muscle on it. Nothing like a body builder but enough to catch the eyes of the girls in his class. His face was attractive but overall plain. As for hair, for the most part it was kept to a short, jock-like spike.
As he kicked off his shoes, he thought about hitting the gym to pump some iron before his date with Brandy. "No, then I would get all sweaty and gross." He thought to himself as he made his way to the fridge.
If he had not been so lost in though, then maybe he would have realized that something just seemed off as he opened his fridge. It was hard to place a finger on, though With out giving to much thought into, he pulled out a...