Meanwhile, Dorian had been doing everything possible to keep from looking over at the foreboding stack of books that betrayed the denial of a whole month and a half of slacking off. So perhaps it might have been easier to just do it when it came due. He wouldn't have been left with a massive "to do" list, and an almost passing midterm grade. Of course, it was still easier to not worry about it at all...
The cabinet above the sink had became all the more tempting during the last week. How in the hell was he going to break the news to his moms back home? And how in the hell was he going to manage this when he couldn't concentrate on anything other than Thunderheart on AMC. And even that was difficult.
Needless to say, as he loafed around simply waiting for his books to read themselves and the movie to get to the damned point, the knock on the door sent him tumbling off the couch in a startled jump. He fell to the floor and groaned.
"It's open?" He didn't have a habit of leaving his door locked. Ever.