The Boy In My Room

1 - Introduction

As I was up on my loft bed, my thoughts flying everywhere, I was attempting to process that, and failing. My failure results in the reviewing of what had just happened...

My mom takes a deep breath, as if to warn for a future hurricane of emotions or whatnot,

"In your room." I feel my mouth gape wide and my eyes widen, the epitome of shocked. That was not what I was expecting, as one could tell. No acting needed at this moment. Since I don't speak, my mom takes this moment to, hopefully, tell me why, "He is staying for at least two months, so it would be uncourteous to make it sleep on the kitchen floor with a mat and sleeping bag. Plus, he is from a pretty high class family. " I nod thoroughly, pursing my lips together, producing a, mh hm noise, nodding once more and then walking off. I silently pray for mom to not pull me back-I need time to digest this, it's just totally random and out of the blue.

We live in a very small house, with my dad working at the local high school as the dean of students and my mom working as an English teacher there. So why would we take in another person? Especially one from a definitively higher class! Can't he just rent an entire house or something? How rich is his family anyway? When is he coming?

Gosh I have so many questions. What if he is total idiot??? That would be horrible to have to put up with that... Maybe his parents needed a break from his stupidness and annoyingness and took a trip. Once again, why would he stay here? I really really want to know, but I guess I'll have to wait. Until...when is he getting here?

"MOM!" I yell, hoping she hasn't gone out yet, and am happy to hear a response,

"What?" Even though its is so quiet I can almost not hear make it out.

"When is he getting here or are we picking him up?" I ask, out of breath by the time I finish in one breath. She waits a few seconds before responding quite hesitantly,

"Today," and I bolt up from my lying position on my bed. I scurry down my ladder, hoping off on the second to last step, so daring, eh? Realizing I have no idea why I got down, I sigh and decide I might as well get his bed out. Since it won't be in the kitchen, we don't have to put it away every morning and the bed can be more comfy and permanent.

As I am pulling the sheets out of the closet, my mom comes up behind me. I pull out all the sheets we have (which isn't many) out of surprise. I turn around, dropping the sheets I had originally wanted.

"He is bringing a blow up bed," she explains, redoing the pulled out sheets back into the tiny closet.

I whistle, sounds cool to me. I want to try it, and then I realize that thought. He is going to be sleeping there! That's awkward, and a more important question hits me! Gosh I am such an idiot,

"What's his name?" Feeling kind of stupid for no asking that before, I hang my head slightly in shame.

"Elliot," and I push my lips side to side to side, deciding whether or not I like that name,

"Sounds preppy," I reply, liking the name in a humorous way. My mother has finished putting away the sheets and she stands up and walks away,

"Thanks for helping Sage. And he's coming in the hour," leaving me with a gaping mouth.

They told me an HOUR before he came? Wow, just wow, thanks guys-what if I hadn't been told and I was creeped by the guy that came in and made himself at home.

I decide I might as well get to know him when he comes. I go back to my room, and grab my iPod nano, yes one of those little squares from a bazillion years ago. I don't care-it works for me. I put all my music on shuffle, and choose to play a game. When the guy walks in or comes, whatever music is playing I'll dance to and when it ends he will know what he has to deal with for the next month. Since this idea is on my head, instead of cleaning my room, which was the original plan, I end up sitting on the floor with my back to the wall, thinking of what song that would be funny if it played when he-I mean Elliot, walked in.

I was so absorbed I didn't hear the door opening. I blame it at my music which I had at full volume-I don't care that it could kill my ears. When the door knocked, my heart sped, should I really do the song thing-which was currently Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. The person knocks again, confirming it is the gu-Elliot. My parents would've barged in by now.

"Come in," I say, my voice volume a tad above regular.

When he walks in, I look him over-not in an I want him way-but a I am observing you and anything you do can and will be held against you kind of way. He puts his suitcase down and smirks,

"See some thing you like?" And I want to kill him, that conceited, aloof, idiot, rich-boy, egotistical, narcissistic brat! He is even wearing a suit and tie-the preppiness is overwhelming(with the combed back hair) The thing is I have never been good at comebacks, so I grimace and glare at him, mumbling a harsh no. I even could be blushing right now...poop.

I point to his suitcase and although it is already on the ground, monotonly say,

"You can put that down there," and I start to climb up the steps to my bed, but my parents walk in,

"Sage? Why are you leaving Elliot on the floor?" I grimace, but not as much as I did to Elliot's obnoxious comment. I start climbing back down, after putting my nano on the board that is connected to my bed.

Just as I hit the floor, my parents walk out. Elliot continues to glance around and finally walks over to my dresser. I stare at him, wondering why he is looking at my piggy bank. He suddenly reaches put to open my- I lash out, whacking his hands down, and closing the partially open drawer. That was my, in a general sense, undergarment drawer. I glare at him again, wondering of he somehow knew what that was or just to see if he could get a reaction out of me.

"Don't mess up my room, okay? For now, just sit and relax or whatever," I spit out at him, trying to show that I am disgusted. He scoffs, as if I am funny, and takes a laptop out of his bag. I climb, once again up to my bed and plug the earphones in. This might happen a lot.

After a while(I lost track of time), my mom calls is for dinner. We have to squeeze into the small dining room, and th-Elliot's face distorts slightly as he attempts to get comfortable. I am also not fully situated, since I have to haven chair snuggled up right to Elliot's. I glare at him once more before I help myself to the potatoes.

"Sage!" My fathers voice seems to cut the air like a knife, and I twitch at the harshness. I look over at Elliot and mumble an apology, and begin to eat my potatoes with more intensity than normal.

Right before dinner is over, my mother attempts to make conversation with Elliot,

"Are you good with your sleeping situation," at which he nods at.

"Do you need anything for tonight?"

"Thank you, but no," and my mom realizes she is not gtting anywhere, and curtly nods, before carrying the food places back into the kitchen.

Elliot and I walk back to my room together, but we were the most separate people in the world. The silence between seemed tobecome thunder in my ears and I put a solemn face on.

I suppose we aren't going to talk much, for tonight at least(there is probably plenty of arguments to come), when he says,

"I'll sleep on the floor tonight," his voice different, almost softer. I realize that the air mattress isn't out. He might need a sleeping bag, so I offer one, but he declines. Very preppily may I add, which I inwardly laugh at. My parents come in a little while after, and probably wish we were communicating better but beggars can't be choosers. I know he's on his laptop, and my thoughts wander as I am half sleep. But they are all about him, obviously, what else is more different in my life? I fall asleep listening to a song in a different language, Japanese or Chinese. The guy, urg, Elliot, probably knows several languages that idiotic rich tutorbutt.