Room 418, Saturday Morning, Sometime before detention starts

[socksofcool]

Like almost every over morning, Liam woke up with a hangover. Unlike most other mornings however, he didn't wake to the sound of his father berating him for every sin, real or imagined that crossed his mind. Instead there was a horrible caterwauling coming from near his ear. Eyes scrunched shut, he flailed in the direction of the sound until he knocked a box to the ground and it went away.

Then he relaxed back into his pillow and tried to go back to sleep.

[For the roomie.]