Bobby's eyes had started blinking open as the sound of the car's engine died out, and he straightened up in his seat, unfastening his belt. "If you keep calling my ass fat I'm gonna get a complex," he muttered, rubbing his hands over his face to try to wake himself up.
He shoved open the door and headed to the back of the car to get his bags, glancing at the house with a small smile. God, it was nice to be back.
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Date: 2015-09-21 11:27 am (UTC)He shoved open the door and headed to the back of the car to get his bags, glancing at the house with a small smile. God, it was nice to be back.