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Alec hadn't gotten to bed until a little after midnight. Studying and him were never good friends and it took him a while to get through stuff. Thank god for computers and spell check or his papers would be a complete and utter mess. But when he did finally get to drop into his bed he gratefully pulled the covers over his head and look forward to at least a few hours of sleep before having to get up again for school.

His door was mostly closed, but he always kept it a sliver open just in case... just in case.

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The spatula waved in the air as Alec sang the Beatles to the empty apartment. He was making a stir fry for dinner, under the assumption that Andrew would be back from work in time for dinner. If not he'd just save the rest for lunch the next day or snack later.

It didn't matter in the long run.

He just was cooking, having a good time, and singing about being a paperback writer while dancing horribly.

The day had been good. Quiet. He'd done well on his test in class. Andrew would be hopefully pleased. A little.

He'd even finally saved up enough money - when he got his allowance today - to get that laptop he wanted.

So.

He was happy.