Nelly sat on Rem's bed as she watched him move through his room.
He eyes were locked as he lifted his arms and removed his shirt. Rem Blackwell was not the most muscled guys, no, not at all, but she loved it. She loved the elegance of a slender body, not disguised by ripped biceps and shredded abs.
For a moment, she purely sat there, trying not to mess his comforter, but soon, out of shear boredom and curiosity, maybe she started without even realizing, she began rummaging gently through his things.
He was just so- he was so closed. You couldn't blame a girl for wanting a little peak on his private life.
The trophies on his walls, those didn't surprise her now, now that she thought about. Neither did the ring, really, assuming it was part of the family. She didn't dare touch it. She shifted through his underwear drawer, and browsed shelves. Some of the pictures were so Rem, not even a smirk as he looked at a birthday cake, and some a bit puzzling, but she wasn't about to ponder on it. She wasn't looking to question him. She was just looking to see him.
She ended up sitting in his desk chair, and after playing with his computer for a few minutes, a picture next to his desktop caught her eye, and she left her game of Solitaire for a moment to pick it up. Rem, smiling with his baby brother. Nelly smiled and set it down, going back to her game.
He should smile more. He looked so good with one on.