Kace is laying his head in my lap. Well, not really, but its close enough. He had laid his head on the couch as close as possible to me without touching me, and I had stayed sitting up to play part in the illusion. I could tell that he was nervous; occasionally he would look up to check if I was bored, and I would always just smile back. However, he wouldn't be thinking wrong, I was bored.
His house was huge, or at least that's how it seemed to me. I wondered what his parents did for a living, and I felt a stab of envy when I thought about all the things his parents were willing to do for their son. But thinking like that was wrong- a lot of bad things had happened in this house, and I knew that Kace probably hated it here. It took a lot of convincing for him to even let me come over.
"Do you want to play video games?" Kace asked me after my thoughts started to wonder.
I shrugged. "I'm not really good at those. I have a better idea, though."
"What is it?" Kace asked while sitting up. I had defiantly got his attention.
"Let's go to your room," I offered, and when Kace's face turned red, I smirked. "No, not for that. You hate it in there right? Let's go fix that."
"I don't think-" Kace started to say, but I had already started to head for the stairs. After a moment of hesitation, he followed me.
When I got to his room I stopped, and Kace stopped behind me. "You're so bossy," he complained, and I grinned. That was probably true.
"Blankets," I said quickly, after deciding what I wanted to do, and pushed past Kace to go to his game room. He followed me, confused, but helped me find what I wanted, and we carried it back to his room. While standing on his bed, I hung on of the blankets over the window, and then stepped down to place the other on his bed.
"I didn't know you were into decorating," Kace said, and I laughed looking at the mixed colors and the sloppiness of my handiwork.
"This won't be anything like on TV," I answered, "but it's better than nothing. Maybe now you won't be worried about that window. Do you have any posters or anything?"
When I looked back at Kace, he was smiling. "They're old. Is that okay?"
I told him that it was, and he quickly went to get them. When he came back he had an arm full of movie posters from years ago, but I restrained myself from commenting on them and began putting them up. Kace sat on his bed to watch me. "Do you have any pictures?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Not really," Kace answered. "I didn't have anyone my own age to talk to when I was homeschooled and I don't do the selfie thing."
I laughed and tapped up the last poster before sitting down beside him. "Do you have a printer?" I asked, and when he said yes, I took his phone.
"Are we really going to take a picture?" he asked, uncertain, and I shrugged. "It's just not very like you."
"Just shut up and take it," I said, and he mumbled something about being bossy, but when I held the camera up, he didn't look happy. "Kace, I'm going touch you."
"What-" Kace started to ask, but I quickly wrapped my arm around his neck and pressed my lips to his check. Just as quickly as I did it, I let go of him and handed back his phone.
"Are you okay?" I asked him. He looked shocked, but he smiled.
"Yeah, but I think you're insane," he said, looking at the photo. "But I like this one."
"Good. This room is so fucking depressing," I said, and Kace laughed.
"You're staying until tomorrow, right?" Kace asked. "I sleep better if you're here."
I smiled back. "Yeah, I'll stay with you."