TonyLovesBennoda

The home was pristine. Gorgeous was the only word. The grand house was done up to the nines with twinkling lights, tinsel, banners and even an ice sculpture in the main hall. An eighteen year old man walked through the home, it was half six in the morning. He really shouldn't be awake. The beautiful teenager walked down the large steps of the grand foyer. The huge marble staircase was beautiful and he walked down in his socks. His mother always hated when he got dirt anywhere and although she was not here he still abided by all her rules as well as his fathers. James Celeste was a young teenager. He was exceptionally attractive, eighteen ye