Scott slipped out of his room. Being on lock-down was already proving to be a bore and it was hardly his first day on it. It was knowing that for the next week he wouldn't be able to pretty much do anything. Scott was an active person, always looking to move around and go places. Yet for the next week, Preston would become more of a prison than it already was. "Maybe I'll just cook a bunch of shit," he mumbled to no one. Scott felt lucky that he had Emerson to spend the week with. He wasn't exactly sure what they were but he wasn't going to question it. Putting any kind of title to it would ruin it and that was the last thing Scott wanted. There was something extremely interesting about the small musician.
He made a quick pit stop in the kitchen. The pot of coffee he made earlier was still mostly full. Filling up the mug, Scott stared at the lukewarm coffee for a bit and then took a few drinks of it. With his recent lack of sex, Scott had taken up drinking an excessive amount of coffee. He was itching to fuck something and was beginning to think that spending the night in Emerson's room was going to be an extremely bad idea. While he found Em to be extremely attractive, he told himself he wasn't going to have sex with her. Sex for him ruined any kind of relationship he could have with someone; he didn't want to drive her away.
Once he was finished and placed the mug into the sink, he continued his way to Emerson's room. He stopped in front of her door. Deep in thought he waited a few moments before lightly knocking. He still had time to go back. Maybe he should just go back to his room. Just as he was about to turn away, the door opened. "Uh...hey."