Beautiful Liar (Eugene)
Nov 12, 2015 2:43:56 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 2:43:56 GMT -5
(Backdated to late October)
Zeke couldn't actually recall how he'd met Eugene Whitaker, or how they'd somehow become unexpected friends. It had been a year or two ago, at least, and despite their differences in class, ages, and personalities, they managed to get along alright. Sure, sometimes Gene was a little aggressive and Zeke always just let him do what he wanted without a fight, but they were both pretty quiet individuals that just liked to play games, so it worked.
The older boy went over to Eugene's place every once in a while to do just that. The Whitaker boy had much better and more recent gaming systems (not to mention more of them in general), and apparently didn't mind that Zeke mooched off of him a little in that way. He paid Gene back in quiet company, someone to play partner games with, and sometimes snacks (he'd come to learn the boy's favorites by now).
Today, bundled up in a thick winter coat against the chilly weather, Zeke knocked on Eugene's lavish front door with a plastic bag clutched in his hand. Upon the door opening, he would offer the tiniest of smiles and lifted the bag slightly. "Hi," he said softly. "I brought Nutella and cereal. I think it's the kind that you like." When ushered inside, Zeke quickly stepped into the warmth of the house and took off his jacket to hang on the coat rack. "Have you got any new games lately?" he asked with quiet curiosity; his voice rarely raised above a whisper. "There have been a lot of releases lately, it seems like."
The older boy went over to Eugene's place every once in a while to do just that. The Whitaker boy had much better and more recent gaming systems (not to mention more of them in general), and apparently didn't mind that Zeke mooched off of him a little in that way. He paid Gene back in quiet company, someone to play partner games with, and sometimes snacks (he'd come to learn the boy's favorites by now).
Today, bundled up in a thick winter coat against the chilly weather, Zeke knocked on Eugene's lavish front door with a plastic bag clutched in his hand. Upon the door opening, he would offer the tiniest of smiles and lifted the bag slightly. "Hi," he said softly. "I brought Nutella and cereal. I think it's the kind that you like." When ushered inside, Zeke quickly stepped into the warmth of the house and took off his jacket to hang on the coat rack. "Have you got any new games lately?" he asked with quiet curiosity; his voice rarely raised above a whisper. "There have been a lot of releases lately, it seems like."