We walked into his room. The walls were painted grey, and the floor was wood. There was a king sized bed with grey covers. A small desk and in the corner, and in the center of one if the walls was a medium-sized TV. I felt cool air on my face as the white ceiling fan spun.
"You have a nice room." I said.
"Heh. Thanks."
He sat on his bed. I sat next to him.
"So, where's Vincent?" I asked, turning to him.
"At some game with his friends. I think it was basketball?"
"And your mom?"
"My parents are divorced."
"Oh."
Well I didn't see that coming.
"Where is she? If you don't mind me asking."
"South Carolina. Probably celebrating the divorce." He said, flatly.
We didn't say anything to each other for a few seconds.
Finally, I spoke.
"Hey. I know how to lighten the mood."
He turned to me and adjusted his glasses with his thumb.
"How?"
"Tickle party!" I roared as I attacked him.
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