Chapter 2
His room is nice, there are 2 beds on both sides of the room. I can already guess which is my side. It's bare but it looks far more comfy than my last bed. I set down my stuff near the right side of the room and just stared at Chris. He went to his side of the room until now we were both just silently staring at each other. It was unbearably awkward.
"Uhh... isn't the weather nice?"
I almost felt bad for him as the rain got worse.
"Fantastic."
I still felt a little wet from being outside in the rain.
"Is it fine if I take a shower, I got rained on earlier and I'm a bit uncomfortable?"
At least I'm not tracking in any water on any carpet their floors have mostly been hardwood.
"Oh yeah, course you can. The bathroom is a little further down the door right next to Anthony." He proceeds to look through his closet before pulling out a fluffy light blue towel. "Here you can use this towel I haven't used it since it's been washed, promise. Also, you can use any of the products in there as your own. If you need anything specific Mom won't mind getting it next time she goes out." Smiling at me. This family sure likes to smile even if I've only met 2 out of 4. I softly thank him and grab the towel along with a change of clothes from my backpack.
After taking a quick shower I felt far more refreshed even if the pit in my stomach wouldn't go away. I didn't know whether I still needed to knock but I decided it should be fine and I don't want to have to knock every time to enter our shared room. Chris was intensely focused on the script I saw him practicing earlier. He looked up as I entered and set down the packet. I decided to take some pity on this boy.
"What's that?" I question pointing to the script he put down pretending not to recognize it. His face immediately brightened and the feeling in my stomach lightened.
"Oh yeah, I wanna be an actor. There's an open casting call next weekend for some teen roles in a NewFliz show. Actually, both me and Anthony are trying to get a role and I'm a little nervous so I just keep going through the script." He nervously scratches the back of his neck. His eyes widen slightly, "Oh do you maybe wanna try reading it?" and as he's about to give me his script we hear Mrs. Miller call us down for dinner. "Ah maybe next time, Mom's making chicken piccata and I swear she makes it the best."