Roz was quietly sitting on her bed. She and Kurt hadn’t spoken since she smoked him and the other guys from the floor in Call of Duty. She glanced at him, absently wondering what to say. She wanted to end this eerie silence between them. After all, she only played because she wanted to be friends! She hadn’t expected to win three times in a row. How was she to know that he would be so bad at the game? Kurt was the worst of the four that played.
She looked back at her computer, and saw that someone had commented on her blog, saying that she shouldn’t beat him until their friendship was more solid. Maybe they were right. Not playing until Kurt was comfortable with her. Roz checked her other random social sites, and didn’t find anything useful. One of her friends had even said to just ask Kurt out! They hadn’t known each other that long, and Roz was almost positive that Kurt didn’t like her much. The videogame fiasco probably didn’t help in that front.
Roz got up to grab some water out of the fridge, and wanted to go to bathroom too. Before she left the room, she quickly brushed out her hair. It was grown almost to the crook of her back. Maybe it was time to cut it. Shoulders maybe? Or should she leave it a bit longer? She glanced at Kurt on her way out the door, just in time to see him glance at her too. Crap! She thought, and she quickly trotted to the bathroom.
Roz got up off her bed, and Kurt glanced up from his computer, to see where she was going. She grabbed a water, and brushed out her hair. Kurt buried his face in his computer again. But when the door creaked, he glanced up and saw her looking at him. He blushed, and shoot his head back down as the door slammed shut.
“Shoot, eye contact is dangerous…” he murmured and turned back to his computer. He had blogged earlier about the silence in the room, and someone commented. “Just say ANYTHING, huh?”
Easier said than done, he thought. What should he say? He was aware that his silence earlier was probably rude, and Roz was probably a little annoyed with him. When it came down to it, her beating him didn’t bother him much. ‘Course, it may have bothered the other guys playing, but he didn’t care about them much anyway. He didn’t like most of his floormates- they were too much of the partying type.
Suddenly, Kurt had an idea. Why not try to break the silence with an activity instead of just idle chatter. He got up, and rummaged through his games. Obviously Roz liked to play. He may as well take advantage of that. He wasn’t sure what she liked, so he was trying to figure out what to offer when the door opened and Roz came back in. Where he was hunched over his games was kind of in the way of her getting to her side of the room, so he shuffled over.
She slid by him, but stopped to glance over his shoulder at the games. The air was stale for a moment as the moment dragged on for Kurt.
“Hey! You have some good games!” said Roz. “Vesperia…and Soul Calibur…those are my favorites. Want to play one?”
Kurt sighed. She’d picked two of his favorite games. “Sure,” he said, “have you played all the way through Vesperia?”
“Yep.” She smiled. She’s so cute… he thought. “More than once too.” She glanced at the clock. “It’s already 10, so we probably shouldn’t try Vesperia.”
“I agree.” Kurt said. “Once I start Tales games I can’t put them down. Did you want to try Soul Calibur?” She nodded, and Kurt put the game in. Before long, the two of them were having a great time, laughing and chatting. They both sighed inwardly- the awkwardness was gone.
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