Witness (boyxboy)

Chapter 13: Progress All Around

Blake's house is huge.

It's not nearly the same size as Michael's, but it's gigantic, nonetheless.

I step up to the door and raise a fist to knock, but it's yanked open before I can connect with it.

"Hey, guys," Blake greets, leaning against the doorframe.

I grin back at him. "Hey," I greet as Michael comes up behind me.

"Follow me," he tells us, leading us into the house and up a twirling spiral staircase in the corner of the main entrance. It's like it's in a little tower, the staircase, reminding me of those ancient castles my mother told me about.

We exit to the second floor, walking down the long hallway. Doors line one side and the banister lines the other, looking out onto the main entrance.

Michael whistles. "Nice place, man," he comments, craning his neck to look around.

"Thanks," Blake says kindly before opening one of the doors. Inside is a large bedroom with red walls and plush black carpeting. A California King Bed is against the wall to the left and two doors, which I assume to be the bathroom and closet, are on the right. Beanbag chairs, that hold the rest of our friends, dot the floor.

"Heylo," Austin greets, showing off his dimples as his head hangs upside down.

Alex nods politely at us whilst Damien tries to chat up Blake. He succeeds and makes the redhead giggle with some joke or another. The dark eyed boy grins in victory. I feel like I'm watching animal planet, and it's the mating ritual between two mammals.

"They need to sleep together already," Michael murmurs into my ear, "their sexual tension is overwhelming." I laugh at that and gently elbow him, making him grin playfully.

"Alright," Blake interrupts, clapping his hands together. "Let's get started."

He stands in the middle of the room as we step out of his way. Dimming the lights, he pulls up some holograms and summons a keyboard. He begins typing away, making codes of data slide across the screens, confusing us all except for him. We all watch in awe as he spins around, going from screen to screen, typing something before spinning away again. His eyes move rapidly, like someone who's reading, but they move so much faster. How he can comprehend everything so quickly baffles me.

"Wow," Damien mutters under his breath, his eyebrows raised, obviously impressed.

The blue lights paint the usual redness of the room purple, casting bright blue rays and shadows across Blake's features.

"I'm in," he says after a long while of typing and scanning. "I've just got to download their alien-related files for reviewing." He types a few more buttons and then stands back in relief, letting his shoulders sag.

A downloading bar appears and the line slowly begins to inch forward. Blake minimizes the screen and turns to us as the lights return to their normal setting. "Now we wait."

"That was, surprisingly, pretty anticlimactic," Austin comments, laying down on the large bed, lazily staring up at the ceiling.

Alex tries to subtly lay next to him, but I'm pretty sure he's too obvious about it.

Blake shrugs and plops down in a beanbag. "What do you guys wanna do?" He asks, cleaning his glasses.

I sit down on the bed, and Michael does the same. "What is there to do?" I ask, tiredly leaning against Michael.

"I kinda wanna take a nap," Damien admits, sitting in a beanbag next to Blake.

I nod in agreement and let loose a rather well timed yawn. "Yeah."