The two walked hand in hand; a deafening silence surrounding them as the only sound between each other was muffled tear-worthy music and pelting raindrops. The boy noticed this slightly awkward silence and decided to look at the girl he just randomly found moping around the playground. He was just taking his routinely walk around the neighborhood when his gaze caught her. In all honesty he had no idea why he even approached the girl; usually he would've been too nervous. This individual however, just looked… so crushed and heartbroken that he just had to go and confront her. Good thing too because when he finally did and looked into those void-filled blue eyes, his heart nearly broke at the sight. Her tear-stained face made her cheeks look rosy and damp chestnut hair clung to the sides of her neck. Snapping out of his little recollection, he finally tore his gaze away from her and saw his house just a few blocks ahead. They ascended onto the porch and the boy courteously opened the door so the girl could enter the humble abode. She hesitated for a moment before finally entering the house. After they wiped their feet off on the commonly placed welcome mat, the two teens went up some stairs and entered a dark room.
"Welcome to my room… just make yourself at home," the boy turned on the light switch and the whole atmosphere lit up. Shades of blue and black could be seen strewn throughout the room, from bed sheets, curtains, and various other typical things you would happen to find in a teenage boy's 'domain'. She sat in a beanbag chair on the floor while the mystery boy went into what she assumed to be the bathroom and came out with two black towels in hand. He threw one at her while drying his hair with the other. Luckily, she caught it and just stared at the guy, a cold distant expression etched on her face. Then the boy went to his dresser and pulled out two shirts and two pairs of basketball shorts, throwing one of each at the girl again. Seeing that more items were being thrown her way, she caught the makeshift outfit he picked for her and looked at him expecting some explanation for throwing random items at her. Looking over his shoulder, "I'm going to let you take a shower and if you want, leave your clothes out here and I'll put them in the dryer." At first she seemed to be fine with the idea of taking a nice, warm shower but then when she finally registered what he said about putting her clothes outside the door, her face immediately turned the shade of a tomato. When the boy realized he never heard a response from her, he looked over his shoulder again, and saw how red her face was. Concerned for this silent girl's wellbeing, he went over and felt her forehead with his own, only further increasing the warmth washing over her face. "Maybe you might be running a fever, you're face is really red. Are you okay?" He asked with worry apparent in his voice. She only shook her head no in response to his question; staying silent for fear that her voice might give way and show how embarrassed she was. Quickly gathering up the outfit and towel that had been thrown at her earlier, she went in the bathroom and shut the door behind her. After about what seemed like a minute, the door opened again and a pile of clothes was placed on the opposite side of the door before it snapped shut once again. Seeing that she had done as asked, he grabbed the clothes and went downstairs to the laundry room. While putting her clothes in the dryer, he accidently saw the undergarments she had been wearing, a pair of lacy black underwear with a lacy black bra to match. He blushed furiously, feeling like a pervert for looking at this girl's, who he barely knew, underwear. Turning on the dryer, he slammed the door shut and ran back upstairs trying to get dirty thoughts out of his mind.