It's still the same, don't worry I'll let you know when it changes.
Clu sat up in bed forgetting how close he was to the ceiling, but quickly remembered when it made contact with it. He mumbles a few profanities under his breath while rubbing the area. It was still pretty early at least in his standards and he wanted to sleep for some more. With Carey being awake and trying to stay quiet which automatically made every noise sound 10 times louder Clu decided to just give up trying to sleep.
"Whatcha looking for Carey?" He asks while stepping down the ladder. Carey doesn't answer him. Clu stands next to him, picks up the pillow and playfully hits him with it. Sam jumps and goes over to the other side of the room.
"What's with you today man?" Clu asked with a laugh.
"What what what do you mean?" Sam asks nervously.
"I don't know, you just don't seem yourself is all." With that said Clu turned to the closet to find something to wear. Sam had found some papers of this Carey person and was reading quickly as he could. Trying to learn everything possible he could to enable him to some how survive the leap without too many people finding his mannerisms odd. So far it didn't seem like it was really working. Sam realized he could know of someone's likes, dislikes, sexual history, where they went to school a whole list of other things. But he would never completely understand their personality, what makes them click, laugh or get pissed off. Like with the pillow instance, would Carey of hit his brother back?
Sam heads back to the bed and to the papers to continue reading. The papers he found were mainly music lyrics and other things associated with that. Sam knew boys especially of Carey's age were not known to keep diaries or journals of their thoughts. It made him wish doing things like that were mandatory by the law; it would be a huge help for him. Then he saw it. Sam softly chuckles to himself. Maybe he had something in common with Carey after all.
