Making Remy Laugh (BoyxBoy)

Eight- Remy Reed.

"What's with this tension I'm sensing here?" Sydney asked, glancing at Cecil, who was sprawled out across Remy's bed, and then Remy, who was sitting in his desk chair, his legs folded up onto the seat. He knew it made him look tiny, but it was his favorite position to read in since he could keep his book open on his knees.

Cecil and his friendship had begun about three weeks before, and Remy was surprise to realize how comfortable he had become around the older male. It was not uncommon for the three of them to be like this, all cooped up in Remy's room with the occasional visit from a giggling Atticus. Remy found he liked having another friend. Cecil's smile had become an important part of Remy's day. It was terrifying, but every time he considered cutting Cecil from his life to keep himself from hurting in the future, his eyes met those pale green ones, he couldn't imagine not seeing them every day.

"No tension," Remy said, and Cecil scoffed from the bed, rolling over so he was on his stomach. "Problem?" His eyes moved from Sydney to Remy and he grinned, showing all of his teeth.

"You're such a pain in my ass," Cecil said, and Remy just looked at him with a blank expression, thinking about how nice it would be to smile back.

"I'm sure he wants you to be a pain in his ass," Sydney mumbled under his breath and Remy's eyes widened before narrowing in a glare that was directed at his best friend. Cecil snickered loudly, and then fell silent.

When Remy had gotten home from his appointment that afternoon, he had exactly twenty minutes to himself before Cecil was knocking on his front door, greeting Atticus, and then entering his bedroom without a word. They had spoken for twenty or so minutes and Sydney was pushing open the door and joining them.

"We're just friends," Remy assured and Sydney rolled his eyes as if he didn't believe it. The blonde looked at Cecil then, as if waiting for him to contradict the short boy, but Remy sent Cecil a glance that had the boy sighing and dropping his shoulders.

"As much as I would like to brag about something as wonderful as getting out of Remy's friend zone, that is something that I am not yet able to do," was the silver haired boy response, somehow pleasing and annoying both of the boys he was addressing. Sydney sighed, crossing his arms and leaning back against the wall.

"You know, I don't think that it's fair that I have to stand".

"Get here first," Cecil said, rolling over onto his back again. His head was resting just over the foot of the bed, causing his silver hair to fall off his forward and hang towards the ground. It looked longer this way, but Remy didn't let his eyes linger too long. Every time he had done it before, Cecil's eyes had opened and caught him.

"Well I was busy".

"Doing?" Remy asked. It was impossible to read with both of them around, demanding his constant attention, so he snapped his novel closed and set it on his desk, making sure it was parallel with the edge.

"Talking to a girl," Sydney said with a shrug and Remy's eyebrows raised.

"What girl was at the pool today?" Cecil asked. Prior coming to Remy's they had both been at the pool; Cecil to teach, and Sydney to take Atticus to his lesson.

"Not at the pool," Sydney corrected. "Atticus was hungry after swimming so we went to Lenard's, you know, the diner downtown". Slowly, Cecil rolled back over onto his stomach.

"What was the name of the girl you talked to," Cecil said, his voice strange and Remy glanced at him in surprise.

"Caroline Olsen," Sydney said, dreamily. It was quiet for three counts before Cecil burst out laughing, curling in on himself and clutching his stomach. Sydney looked alarmed. "What is it?"