It was too nice of a day for Terrance to have such a bad mood. Hanging from his shoulder was his black and blue DRAMAtical Murder tote, containing his laptop (with a charger), his tablet, notebooks, and pencils. He carried his cat, James Bond, in one arm as he knocked on Kaylyn's door. God, he hoped his boyfriend was home right now. He was on the verge of tears from being so angry, and it didn't help that every poisonous thought echoed back at him tenfold. He could use some love and comfort, and honestly, he brought enough stuff with him to spend the whole day at Kaylyn's house. He only brought James because the cat demanded attention as he was storming out of his house. Tears stinging his eyes, he knocked again, hoping that the younger teenager heard him.