Chapter Eight.

We spent hours unpacking and giving his new room a face lift while having very comfortable and random conversations about very little details of our childhood and growing up days.

It was all casual and fun until I actually grew tired and left him to paste his what I term ridiculous large stickers of rockstars on one part of the room he set aside as his 'music space' while I sauntered into my room and shut the door close.

Now, that wasn't so bad. It's safe to say, we were both on to a good start.

At this rate, we're gonna be perfect housemates.

We really wouldn't have any much trouble living in the same house.

It was almost mid way through noon and I hadn't even had anything to eat yet. I was just as hungry as I was tired and although the journey down the stairs wasn't one I was willing to take, my growling stomach had its own ideas.

In about three minutes of slow and steady sluggish walk down the stairs and all the way to the kitchen, I eventually reached the refrigerator that looke