"oh, hello," I said to my least-favorite person in the world. As much as I despised him, Mom wanted me to socialize, and in her twisted mind he was the logical choice. He nodded in acknowledgment and walked through the door, looking about. "My rooms up here, if you want to see. Got a really cool bed!"
He nodded again, and I wondered if his voice worked. Following me up the stairs, his gaze flicked over everything, and he seemed to be silently criticizing everything I owned until we arrived at my room.
With surprise, his blue eyes widened. "What's that? Doesn't look like any bed I've seen," he drawled lazily, though curiosity laced his tone.
"That? That's my elevator bed, wanna sleep in it tonight?" I offered, mind working furiously. "I'll take the floor."
He nodded yet again, voice retreating back inside to an unreachable area.
That night, as he slept in my bed, I crawled up to the lever that controlled it and slowly slid it to the "up" position, a contorted smile on my lips.
He nodded again, and I wondered if his voice worked. Following me up the stairs, his gaze flicked over everything, and he seemed to be silently criticizing everything I owned until we arrived at my room.
With surprise, his blue eyes widened. "What's that? Doesn't look like any bed I've seen," he drawled lazily, though curiosity laced his tone.
"That? That's my elevator bed, wanna sleep in it tonight?" I offered, mind working furiously. "I'll take the floor."
He nodded yet again, voice retreating back inside to an unreachable area.
That night, as he slept in my bed, I crawled up to the lever that controlled it and slowly slid it to the "up" position, a contorted smile on my lips.