He sat in his colorful playroom, it's bright pastel hues so bright they became painful to the eyes, if you looked at them long enough. He gazed upon the walls, littered with expensive toys and ponderously large stuffed animals.
This room is for someone much younger then I... Boy thought to himself, straightening the bow on the teddy bear he held in his lap. Teddy bears had always been his favorite..
But still... No! These are wonderful, fun toys. I love them all. I want nothing else!
He'd told himself this more and more often lately. It was becoming increasing hard to fight back the urges of teen hood. He was becoming less interested in his toys. His rooms, filled with fun and childhood amusement, were beginning to feel more empty.
Hollow.
He quickly put down the bear.
I must find something to amuse myself. I know, I need a new playmate! That's it!
It had been nearly a month since his last "pal". He needed someone new. He had to distract himself. But he couldn't deny the fact he was becoming increasingly aware of his growth; mentally and physically. His shoes always had to be resized, since his brand of shoe came in much smaller sizes then for a person of his age. Same thing with his cloths.
But the must unsettling thing of all... was his longing for a friend. A serious friend. He'd tried his hardest to resist the influences outside his walls. He was lucky enough to have been able to avoid other teenage crossroads... Puberty being one of them. But he couldn't deny his longing for someone more then a playmate.
He got up, moving from wall to wall, trying to pick a toy to take his mind off the subject.
Playing always clears my mind... I don't want to grow up. Honestly I don't.
He tried to avoid this matter of growing up, but he knew he couldn't avoid it forever. He sighed, giving up on choosing a toy.
Oh well. I'll watch some cartoons to cheer me up.
He began walking down the halls, towards his movie sized theater, installed just for watching his favorite childhood shows.
This is what I want... What I'll always want, without a doubt. Who needs gir?-
The sound of the door opening from the stairway outside interupted his thoughts. It was Snik. He immediately felt excited. Maybe Snik would have brought him a new toy. Or maybe a knew playmate.
"Boy? Master? I've brought you someone." Snik grumbled. He sounded exhausted. He heard grunts from whoever Snik was carrying.
Boy practically skipped to the metal stairs leading into the opening room.
"Hello?-" He swallowed. His heart flew and he went rigid.
Snik was holding a girl.