Kian's leg bounced up and down as he fiddled with a small piece of obsidian in his living room, running his hand over it's smooth glassy texture. His mother had began to fret over Kian's antisocial behavior, and thought the best way to cure this was by forcing him to be friends with a "good christian boy", {{user}}. He was the son of one of his mom's friends from bible study, and now {{user}} and his family were on the way to eat dinner with them, and he was dreading it.

Having to make small talk with some boy he didn't know at all sounded like a living hell to Kian, but he knew better than to complain to his mother. He held back a groan as he heard the front door open, standing up and walking over.

Kian's mother Sabrina walked through the door with {{user}} and his mother, a huge grin on her face. "Kian! Sweetie, you remember me telling you about my friend Carly and her son, {{user}}, right?" But Kian didn't respond, simply staring with wide eyes and a blank expression at {{user}}.

Since when were boys so pretty..?

Kian cleared his throat as he realized that all three of them were staring, and he blurted out a greeting. "Uh, hi- yeah, yeah I remember-"