Sighing, I stepped into my room, unsure of what to do now. Gilbert and Alfred were downstairs, most likely playing games or eating still, so there was no way I was going back down there.

I plopped down lazily on my bed and yawned. Maybe a nap would be a good idea. It would make me less bored, I guess.

That, and it would make it so that I didn't have to see the two that were downstairs, even if they came into my room, which i knew wouldn't happen. They weren't that annoying, nor would they get bored enough to watch me as I sleep. Though, they have done that before, but that was when we were kids. I doubt they would do it now.

I shook the thought out of my head, trying to clear my mind and relax. Why is it that my mind always races when I want to sleep?! Oh well.

Closing my eyes, I yawned once more, before falling into a deep slumber.

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I awoke, startled, to loud slam, sounding like the front door. Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up shakily.

I yawned and stretched, heading downstairs to see what was going on and why the door was slammed.

At first, I thought that my brother and Gilbert had just gone out for food or something, slamming the door as they left. Then I saw the white haired teen sitting on the couch, alone, with his head in his hands. I walked over to him slowly.

"G-Gil. You okay?" I asked, my voice slightly cracking, having just woken up.

He jumped, Seeming surprised, then relaxed when he saw it was me.

"Yeah. Alfred just got all mad at me over a video game and stormed out. That dude needs to learn to chill out. Its so un-awesome how he does that every single time I beat him." The teen responded, a slight tone of humor in his voice, as well as something else. Frustration maybe?

"You got that right" I chuckled, going to sit beside him on the couch. "He always gets so mad when he loses in a game. It's ridiculous. Not even I get that mad, even when my favorite hockey team loses."

"I wouldn't exactly go that far, Birdie." he said and paused, not saying anything for a moment. It appeared as if he was thinking.

All of a sudden, his face seemed to light up.

"Hey, Mattie! I have an idea!" Gilbert exclaimed, jumping up from the couch excitedly.
"You wanna face me in a few rounds of Super Smash Bro's 'till Al gets back?"

"Sure" I said, smiling. "We can go up to my room if you want. I have the good controllers up there, along with the whole PlayStation and the game. Plus, I have the 42 inch TV in my room now"

The albino teen's face lit up more, and he grinned widely, his red eyes seeming to sparkle. "Awesome, Birdie! I was wondering where that went" He laughed a little, before running up to my room.

I followed him slowly, still smiling, though I had no idea why I had invited him up to my room. He would just trash it like he always does, and, to be honest, he was really annoying while playing video games. Even more than he usually is. And hes really annoying.