It was raining hard on a Saturday evening. I was pretty bored... Considering the fact that I live alone and my house is pretty big just for one family went on some place and left me alone. I didn't bother to ask them where they're going since... well, I'm not interested to know about it.

About this house, my mom told me that we own it... Only it was left unused. My father had it repaired and re-painted before I moved here. It has a small living room, a bathroom, a simple kitchen where the dining table is also located, and three bedrooms. Two of which were locked.

My room's painted orange probably because my father knows that it's my favorite colour. I have one bed (of course), a small TV, a desktop computer with internet connection, and a small two-door closet for my clothes.

So yeah, it was raining hard that night. Real hard. I didn't bother to sleep early since it's a Sunday the next day.

Sunday...I would probably be doing the same thing I do EVERY frickin' weekends. Nothing. Yup, 's how boring my life is until that rainy, Saturday nightwhen I found some blonde kid soaking wet outside my house.

"Lemme in," he said in a weak, soft voice.

"Uhh," I went out of the way and didn't hesitate to let him enter my house. I mean, he's soaking wet. He's still a kid, he can get sick. "S-sure, come in."

I rushed to the bathroom to get a towel and went straight to the kitchen to make some hot cocoa for him. When I got back, he's already sitting on my sofa shooting me a weird, wide grin. Oh, great. Now my sofa's also wet.

"Uhh... I prepared some hot cocoa for you, I'm sure that it'll warm you up." I smiled at the kid while handing over the towel tohim, then the mug of hot cocoa. His smile abruptly faded.

"Tea," he said. "I want some tea."

Oh, great.

"Err... I'm sorry, but I don't drink tea," I said. That's weird. A kid who likes tea. I shook off the thought.

"I wasn't asking if YOU drink tea, I said I want it," he snapped back.

"What I mean is that I don't store tea here," I replied.

"Tch, nevermind," was the kid's only response and took the mug of hot cocoa which I placed on the coffee table in front of him. His expression changed a bit when he took a sip from the mug. I can tell that he liked it.

"Uhh, kid-"

"Alois. Alois Trancy. Don't you know who I am?"

"I don't," I said bluntly.

The kid- or rather, Alois, looked at me in disbelief and sighed. "Oh well, I'm sure that Claude will pick me up real soon. Where's he gone to anyway?"

I just stared at him. "Say, don't you have a room for me to stay in for a while?" He asked sweetly with that weird smile back on his face.

Before I can answer back, he jumped off the sofa right after finishing the hot cocoa and started wandering around my house. Wa-wait. I thought he wasn't feeling well at all? Oh well... I guess I'll just have to deal with this kid's weirdness.