"Can I get a pencil?"

"Hey, Munson, can I get a pencil?" It wasn't an uncommon question, Steve was forgetful, and the only time the two boys talked was when Steve asked for a pencil during class, or short hellos at their side by side lockers during passing.
"Uh, sure, let me find one for you man." Eddie turned his head toward Steve to meet his gaze, a small smile spread across his face. "Harrington, dude, you're gonna run me dry of pencils if you ask every day." He whispered indirectly while searching through his bag.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll remember a pencil next time," Steve replied with a lopsided grin growing on his face.