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"Sometimes I can't believe how strange your feet are."

I looked down at the blue-haired male laying beside me, playing gently with my toes. "Gee, thanks for pointing it out yet again," I mumbled, resting my head back against the grass. "You like to make fun of them. I don't know how they've entertained you for six years. But then again, they are pretty screwed up."

"Having big feet means you'll grow tall," he replied blandly, his quiet voice loud against the thick air. His fingers poked, pulled, massaged, and played with the massive and twisted body parts soothingly, so that I breathed contentedly the smell of threatening rain. Solitude is so strange a thing, that I can be in it with another person.

"You're always saying that," I said, closing my eyes. "But I've had big feet from birth and never grown them in. They're always two steps ahead."

We lay there in silence, the ice-cold wind washing over us and sending chills through me. I heard Kuroko move, and looked up to see him standing above me, silhouetted by stormy-grey sky. "We should get the food now," he said, staring down at me with blatant pearl-blue eyes.

So I pushed myself up slowly and walked with him through the spacious backyard to the house that sat on a long, lonely driveway away from prying eyes. It's old, remote, and cheap- all the reasons my dad loves it.

Once in the cozy living room, Kuroko made a beeline for the fridge. I knew he was grabbing the sugar cookies first. I chuckled to myself and went through the hallway to the bedroom, where I pulled the blanket and pillows from my bed. On my way back out the dark, lightless corridor, I stopped by the study to see Dad sitting at the desk full of papers, reading glasses on, scrolling through an important case on the computer. The only light was that of the screen and coming through the window.

"Dad, we're going," I said, lifting my bundle to flip the light switch. "Your eyes are gonna get even worse if you read in the dark."

He winced in the sudden light and turned to face me. "Thanks, son, I'd be blind without you." His catch phrase. He looked from the sheets in my arms to the storm outside. "Man, I'll never understand what it is with you two and that old shed," he muttered, turning back to his computer. "See you in the morning."

I walked back to the dimly-lit kitchen to find Kuroko holding a bag of popcorn, the cookies, chocolate chips, and a small bowl of the powdered sugar/milk combo I love. He opened the back door for me and we headed through the open yard to a small, two-roomed mini-house made of wood about 40 yards from the house. The top was roofless, made of glass with pull-back wooden covers to put over if it was too bright. But whenever Kuroko came over- which was quite often- we stayed in the shed and left the covers off, staring up at the stars until we fell asleep. Dad used it as a storage for old furniture, so it almost felt like a real house. The kitchen was immediately to the left of the door with running water but no stove or fridge. In front was the living room area jam-packed with a large, overused sofa and two small, fraying armchairs squeezed close together. In the leftover space in the left-hand corner was a room, with a single bed and an old dresser. I had made that my room ever since we bought the property.

Kuroko set the food down on the counter and I opened the door to the bedroom, laying the pillows and extra blanket out. The glass covers were off, and rain drops began to slowly patter on the smooth surface. I plonked on the bed just as Kuroko entered with the food. He set everything down on the dresser, at most two feet from the end of my bed, and handed me the sugar mix.

We relaxed on the bed, filling ourselves with unhealthy goodness, staring up at the crying sky. I don't know how, but our time together is usually spent in silence, yet we seem to grow closer through it. Strange, but pleasant. I love it.

I was almost asleep, and so was he, so I forced myself to take the food and set it all on the dresser. Definitely don't want to wake up covered in melted chocolate and crushed popcorn. I heard Kuroko push himself up groggily, and felt his hand lightly shoving me back in the bed, beginning to pull the covers over us.

"Kuroko, you're acting like my mom," I muttered, slightly annoyed even in my sleepiness. Every once in a while he'll do something weird, out of the blue, like this, and I don't understand it. I hate not understanding it. It's driving me insane.

"You don't have one." He tucked the blanket over me and then crawled in himself, pale blue eyes glowing lightly in the dark. Coming from anyone else, that would sound like teasing or being cruel. But I knew Kuroko meant it as though I need one. In a caring sort of way. So I let it slide. He said it quite a lot. Like it's an excuse for doing that stuff that I don't understand.

He crawled closer to me, so that we shared the same pillow. I could feel his soft breathing on my skin, and it lulled me from my tense awareness into a thick, sleepy haze, until I had curled into him and we were both lost in the sheets.