Beck led me to his bedroom. It had a white door with a blue "Beck" on the front and covered in stars. After I'd finished studying the door, I pushed it open with a little shove and made my way inside. Dark blue walls with a big window on one side, a desk in the corner, two bean bags in the middle with a game console in front of them and lots of toys, including nerf guns, scattered all over the wooden floor. It wasn't too bad. There was only one problem. I scanned the room, and, unless Beck wanted to sleep on the bean bags, there was one bed.
"I'll put your things over….uh, over there," He scuttled over to the corner and gently put my bags down. "I guess you'll want to use the bathroom or freshen up, if that's what you call it, so the bathroom is just across the hall. You won't miss it." I nodded and headed for the bathroom quietly. There I washed my pale face and scrubbed my hands till they were raw. I have an issue with germs. Daddy told me germs kill, and well, I don't want to die just yet. Sighing, I head back to Beck's room to see him trying to lay a blanket over the two bean bags. He stumbled when I came in and looked at his mess.
"What are you trying to do?" I asked perplexed. He took a deep breath.
"Make a bed."
"What? Oh, I see. Well that's no way to do it. I'll be sleeping on it, here, let me do it," I took the blanket and he kept hold of it limply.
"It's okay," He said softly. "You can sleep on the bed." Huh. He's being super sweet to me. Maybe I could be nice to him, too…
"No, no. It's fine. Your bed, you sleep on it."
"No, you." Beck's mother walked in as we were arguing and laughed.
"Why don't you both just sleep on it?" She chuckled.
"Both? At the same time?" We screeched at the same time. "No way!"
But when she was out of the room we glanced over at each other. I shrugged. "Eh. If you don't care, I don't." I smiled. He didn't at first, but it was a cold night and at about 9ish, he came and snuggled up next to me. There wasn't much room, so he had to put his arm round me. Usually I don't like it when people touch me but I had a feeling Beck wasn't like everyone else. He seems different. In a good way.
