Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: "I Guess I'm Not A Single Anymore"

It all started when the man invited Andrew to stay the night at his place. Now Andrew had been there plenty of times, but he always took the downstairs couch, favoring the silence over the incessant noise of people moving around upstairs. He hadn't slept in a bed in quite some time, since Steve required their bedroom for his top-secret gifts to give to Andrew. The telekinetic was used to flying slowly into the room, looking for any signs of evil in the night, and then leaving promptly to enjoy his 1 in the morning TV and couch time. That night, he walked into the room, taking in the clean blue space before resting his eyes on the man in the middle of the bed, reading a five-year-old limited edition comic book. "Come on, don't just stand there!" Andrew flew quietly to the bed and sat on it cross legged, watching the man once more as he read through the book out loud in a familiar but foreign language. The book closed almost instantly. "It's 10, I gotta sleep or I'll wake up looking like Beth Slocum." Andrew smiled lightly at the zombie joke, not moving an inch,  because how much space was he allowed to take up? Was he going to sleep on the floor? The lights turned off, leaving the two in almost total darkness save for an orange glow from the light outside. "Dude, get in, I'm not gonna let you sleep sitting up." Andrew was slightly shocked, crawling under the covers and making sure he made himself as small as possible to avoid taking up room. He had always despised sleeping with other people in the past. Sharing a bed always seemed dangerous, what with nightmares and trauma, and memories of cold blankets and doors banging. This was nothing like that, for one the bed actually had a layer of sheets. Two layers, really, because it was winter, and the man was rich enough to own blankets meant for this size of a bed. The man noticed Andrew curling into a ball and put his hand on Andrew's back. "You know, we can talk and snuggle and be close to one another. You don't have to act like you're invisible. I can see you. And I won't hurt you- not intentionally, but I kick like hell." Andrew's tightly curled body relaxed as he turned over and stretched out, feeling the soft sheets underneath him. He was now face to face with the other man, almost touching him. "See? Now I can look into your super blue eyes and not feel like I'm a bad host." "What size is this bed? It's huge!" "A double, 3rd smallest size of bed." "Third smallest? I only had a single!" "Well now it looks like you're not single, right?" "You're right. I guess I'm not a single anymore. I'm a... double. Right?" "Yup. And you're the best double I've shared a bed with since... well since ever." The boys talked for hours, staying up late, wasting time away. Andrew had never been so happy to relax. No stress, no pain of someone possibly attacking him in his sleep. An open door. No fear of anger. And the sheets were perfection. As he drifted of to sleep, Andrew knew that this was indeed the best sleepover of his life. The last one didn't go so well, for one, he slept on the floor.