User blog:Grey21/Meltdown (Luc Evans)

If Luc knew what his day was going to be like, he would've just stayed in bed.

It was a warm July afternoon in Los Angeles, with the Pacific glistening outside Luc's window in the distance. The Evans' apartment wasn't exactly prime real estate, being rundown, old, and dirty, with cheap beer bottles and wine corks littering the floor in almost every room. But to Luc and his mother, Candie, this was home.

Luc lay in the bath (their showerhead had broken months ago, but Candie was too drunk or hungover to fix it), soaking in the warm water, lost in thought. The window, a grimy pane covered in muck, near the ceiling of the bathroom, was open, and a cool sea breeze brushed Luc's curly black hair, and his deep blue eyes seemed to ebb and flow, like