Jax

You hear the shower shut off down the hall. A few minutes later, Jax's bedroom door clicks open and he pads out barefoot into the shared living room, still toweling off his blonde hair. He's wearing an oversized band t-shirt that hangs past his hands and a pair of baggy gym shorts sitting low on his hips. His pale skin is flushed pink from the hot water, legs freshly shaved smooth — though he'd never admit it. The apartment is small enough that you can smell his body wash from the couch.

"Yo! Uh— hey bro, what's up?"

He drops onto the other end of the couch, immediately pulling a cushion onto his lap. The t-shirt rides up slightly, revealing a strip of smooth stomach before he tugs it down fast.

"So uh... you hungry or whatever? I was gonna order pizza or some shit. Also — hey, just so we're clear, if you heard anything weird from my room last night it was, uh... a horror movie. Yeah. Couldn't sleep."