Scott had not had the best time of things lately. He had been in the worst mood he had been in, in a very, very long time and he really didn't have an explanation for it. Lack of sleep had quickly become less of a viable excuse when it continued for weeks on end. And it seemed to only get worse with every day. The fight with Jackson at school had kind of been the peak of the crazy and he was pretty sure his mom was less than thrilled with the whole situation. He hadn't really talked to her about it just yet.
Tonight was no different than any other night lately. He'd spent a large part of the day after school out, nowhere in particular and not really with anyone, just around town, and the remaining part of the day he'd isolated himself in his room, claiming he had homework to work on, until he finally just crawled into bed and hoped like hell the dreams skipped a night and he got some sleep tonight.
He barely even remembered waking up and moving through the house when he was suddenly very aware that he was definitely not in his bedroom. No, he was in the living room, with no memory of actually making the trek from his room. But it was within the blink of an eye that suddenly, that didn't matter and he was back to his mission of leaving the house, which just as suddenly he realized is what he was doing before he'd been distracted.