What is the truth?
Is it good?
Is it bad?
Or is it neither?
Perhaps it is so true, such an absolute, universal truth, it disregards human morals.
Truth may be full, or maybe it is empty.
However, perhaps the most significant question is, can a person be content with nothing but truth in their lives?
"So, how 'bout I stay over tonight?" Nathan asked him as the two killed people in a game together.
Reeve glanced at his friend for a second, almost getting shot in the face.
"We have school tomorrow, Nathan."
A shrug.
"Then we'll just get up early and head out. I can drive when I'm tired you know. A few push-ups and I'll be good to go."
Nathan glanced again, though this time over at Diva.
She had been watching them play games for a few hours now and though she had somehow managed to completely crush both of their scores in pacman the girl had taken little interest in playing the more recent games, saying they weren't cute enough.
On a related matter, at one point when they'd had to fight I gigantic spider with drool dripping from its mouth and foot long fangs she'd actually gone and pet the TV.
"So, what school do you go to?" He asked Diva.
She looked at Reeve and then to him in a "swooping" gaze.
"I do things here. Reeve teaches me them."
A smirk made its way onto Nathan's mouth and Reeve bashed his character in the game with the stock of a rifle.
"Don't. Say. Anything." He told his friend who, expectedly, chuckled.
"You thought it, not me. So are you her tutor then or something? You never told me about that."
Reeve shrugged.
"I just took her up. I hadn't even met her before Friday. Though it ended up being more than just a school thing."
Diva slid her way across the couch and nuzzled against Reeve's shoulder.
"Yeah, I noticed that she had your phone and called me in the morning, and she must've been here when she did that…"
Both Reeve and Diva looked at him, though she was smiling and he was frowning.
"What exactly are you implying?"
Nathan shot the last guy in the head and they'd beaten the level.
"Nothing. Nothing at all." He spoke with a grin, setting his controller down on the couch.
Reeve turned the console off with his controller and set it down as well.
"She's been spending the night since Friday." He admitted.
"I thought so. That's one hell of a relationship you've got there; three days and you're already sleeping together."
"No, not like-"
"Reeve is a little shy though. He's like a little boy almost."
He growled as Nathan laughed with renewed intensity.
"He must have a thing for you. Not only does he never act shy or anything unconfident, but if someone usually pissed him off enough to make him growl he'd throw them out a window."
Diva giggled, probably thinking about how he'd jumped out the window when he'd been upset with her instead of trying to throw her out.
"But I'm a lady. I'm sure Reeve would be more gentle."
Nathan chuckled some more, leaning back in the couch.
"Not really. A girl hit him with a lacrosse stick one time since he'd hurt her friend's feelings, so he hit her in the face with his. He was kind of an asshole that day. I guess chivalry's dead."
"Chivalry is, among other things, the belief that females are weak and need to be protected. I was not an asshole that day, and if she hits me, I hit her back. It's simply cause and effect."
Suddenly Reeve felt a pain in his arm, and looked down, seeing Diva had chomped on it.
"Does that mean you'll bite me now, Reeve?" She asked with a grin.
"If he won't I will." Nathan remarked with his own grin.
Reeve scowled and slapped him with the back of his hand.
"Ow! You son of a-"
Diva reached over Reeve and bitch-slapped Nathan off the couch.
"Oof!"
"Keep those thoughts to yourself Natalie." She told him before giggling at the name she'd given him.
Reeve laughed harder than he usually did, since it involved making fun of Nathan, who sprung up from the floor.
"Shut up- uh…read…rove…road kill… just shut up." He told Reeve after discovering that it was harder to name him something stupid than he'd thought.
"Yes, not so easy, is it?" Reeve asked him, stretching his legs out and preparing to get off the couch.
"Your face isn't easy; to look at. Because it's ugly." He retorted a few moments before Diva tackled Reeve down onto the couch hard enough to make it recline and kissed him for almost half a minute before letting off and looking over her shoulder.
"I like it fine." She spoke with something between a grin, a smile, and a smirk.
"Ulk, get off me." Reeve told her, trying to push the girl off in vain.
"Looks like you're a genuine boy-toy now, Reeve. Haha. She might as well get you a leash."
Diva's head popped up, as if considering it, but then she shook it, ruffling Reeve's hair.
"No, my Reeve is too clever. He would figure a way out of it. Maybe a collar though."
Reeve ran out of patience and told her to get off him again, though this time making it evident that he genuinely meant it.
Once again Diva looked down at him, looking interested in what had caused him to lose patience with the joke.
"What is it?" She asked him.
He didn't look at her.
"Just get off of me, will you?"
Her head tilted, but Diva did so, getting of the couch as well.
Reeve "closed" the reclining part of the couch and then stood up, walking around it.
Just as Diva was about to go after him Nathan spoke up.
"Don't take it personally. He hates it whenever anyone calls him theirs or says he's 'mine'." He explained as Reeve left the room.
"Why?"
"He hates being bound up in anything. That's why he doesn't really do sports; because if he gets tired of doing football or basketball or whatever he doesn't want to have an obligation to keep doing it. Pretty much all there is to it for him."
"Reeve wants to be free." She spoke.
He walked out through the garden, noting that it would be necessary to clean up the glass before his parents came back next time so that they either wouldn't notice the window's absence as quickly or wouldn't be as much of a bother once they did discover it.
After all it was only money. And they had about as much of that to spare as the free air that the breathed around them.
"Money. Debts. Fortunes. What wastes of time; a bunch of pieces of paper or data in a database that people have killed over simply to possess. It's unfortunate that everything in a human's world has been built around it." He thought to himself while walking amongst the flowers.
"Then again, all of humanity is selfish anyway. None of us are exceptions. Even when we do something thinking it's because we want to make others happy it's simply to satisfy the pain we feel at them not being happy." He reflected further.
Sometimes it was unfortunate knowing the truth behind why humans did things. It was easy to be overly optimistic and hope that people were 'good' and could be equally easy to just call them 'bad'. But once you looked at it with absolutely no bias, something that was extremely difficult to truly do, you could see that there was no right or wrong, there was simply a mass of opinions out of which no absolute truth could really be discerned.
Whatsmore, it had bored him for several years know; knowing the way things worked above just the human level. Those questions some occasionally pondered while others spent their whole lives reflecting on it, he'd decided within seventeen years.
No questions. Nothing interesting. Nothing to truly work for. No real feeling. Just… existence. That was what his multi-talented, rich, handsome, athletic, intelligent, "perfect" life was.
Then the door to the garden opened and he turned around, seeing Nathan and Diva standing in the doorway.
His logic disappeared and he walked towards them, feeling better for some reason.