I groan loudly in annoyance, kicking the door and looking around for a light, or the curtains at least. I sigh quietly as I reach upwards to a light switch, struggling to reach it, but thankfully managed to. What a mess of a room. There's clothes all over the room, and some garbage bags in the corner. It's likely we're just in a room that he keeps unclean; or it's his messy room.
I look over to a desk, with two groups of neatly folded clothes on top. I walk over to it, noticing inotes on each one, reading both our names for which one he wants us to wear. Mikey gets up and wanders over and I Pick up the group of clothes with his name on and pass them to him with a smile.
"Put them on over by the bed, I'll get changed here." He nods silently, walking back to the bed, slightly shaking as he begins to remove his clothes. I face away, taking a loot at the clothes he picked out for me, and I sigh. A black button-up shirt, black trousers and a belt. I begin to get changed, turning around and walking over to Mikey when I'm done, helping him sort out his collar.
"I hate collars." He mumbled, shifting, itching at the collar.
"I know." I answer, neatening his hair, then messing mine up completely. He smiles up at me and I return it, sitting down next to him. "You know mom and the others won't be there when we go back, Mikey. Things might be different there as well, and we might be living with another adult." He nods silently and I hear the door click and turn to face it.
"Come on." London says as he swings the door open, tapping his foot, as if impatient. I take a moment to react, staring at him again and grabbing Mikey's hand, pulling him to the door, watching as London moves out of the way so we could come out.