That night at eleven Will found himself with some chocolate chip ice cream on his couch. His knees were pulled up against his chest as he was staring at the screen of his television. He was watching a movie and he was watching it quite intensely so that he actually understood what was going on exactly. He had kept telling himself to go to sleep though. He already told himself that at ten o clock. He had already changed himself. No, correction. He undressed himself and was sitting in front of his TV with nothing but his boxers, because that was how he enjoyed his nights the most. Boxers, ice cream and his television. When he finished his ice cream he let out a soft sigh. Yes, he really had to go to sleep. If he'd stay up for another hour he wouldn't wake up the next morning. He still couldn't believe he would be finally working tomorrow. He thought about it for a while longer as he got himself to the kitchen to throw away his trash. Then he got himself to the bathroom to brush his teeth and splash some water in his face. Soon after that he was in his bed, wrapped up in his blankets, and stared at the ceiling for a while. He wondered what his boss would be like. He hoped he was somewhat calm so he could do his job. He yawned and stretched himself before grabbing his phone and setting an alarm. He'd wake up at 4 AM to probably the most annoying ringtone he had ever heard, but it would at least wake him up. He hoped. Will had been lucky with the fact he had fallen asleep quite easily. Within a few minutes he was already in a deep sleep. He had even forgotten to turn the lights off in his apartment, but that wouldn't cause chaos and crisis. The next morning he heard this loud, high pitched, ringing next to his pillow. He almost jumped out of his skin. His heart thumping hard in his chest as he grasped for his phone and turned it off. It was 4 AM. Surprisingly enough he wasn't that tired, but he did tell himself he wasn't going to do that again. Next time he'd go to bed at 9 or 10 PM so he was sure he'd have plenty of rest. Will got out of bed and quickly went to the kitchen to eat his breakfast. He was going to take a cab that day so that he had half an hour to get ready so that he was sure he'd be in time. After finishing his breakfast he went to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He was glad he didn't have dark circles around his eyes. Well, actually they were there but they weren't as dark as he expected them to be. Good. He then dressed himself in his grey, yet very classy, clothes. His hair was quickly fixed and looked just perfect. He needed to look perfect on his first day. He needed to impress people and the first steps were mostly related to the looks. No one wanted someone who looked like he had just dragged himself out of the dumpster. When he was sure everything was in order he grabbed his bag and put on his glasses. His keys were already in his pocket and he had retrieved his phone from his pillow. Then he left his apartment. It was 4:33 AM at that moment, so he should be able to get there right in time. When he got downstairs and outside he managed to stop a cab quite quickly. After giving him the address of where he had to be he grabbed his phone. A message from his brother. 'Hey, pretty boy. How is business in the United States? You had a job interview yesterday, did you not? How did it go? Keep me updated! X- ' He quickly replied back. 'The US is sunnier than England, in many ways. The interview went great. It's actually my first day today. Not quite sure who my boss is just yet, but it looks very promising. Oh, I saw some of your pictures in a magazine here in the States. Keep up the good work, brother!' He pressed send and put his phone back in his pocket. The remaining time he just looked out of the window until they were there. He paid the driver and wished him a good day before he got out and looked up at the tall building. He knew by that time that he'd be in time. He had plenty of minutes left. Will made his way to the elevator and went up to the floor where he had the interview that day before.