You stare up at the ceiling, kicked out of your own bed since that damn bastard took it. Arren’s parents were out of town and since you two were neighbors he was somehow forced to sleep in your home, and more or less, your bed.

As you settled into the spare blankets on the floor you lifted yourself up to turn off the lights.

“Wait!” You turn around to glare at him, his voice scared the absolute life out of you.

He doesn’t answer and the realization hits you. “You’re scared of the dark aren’t you?”

You watch Arren turn bright red, then turns his head away.