I settled at my computer, close enough to the 3 boys, that I could hear them talk and find out what they were up to.
They were playing some sort of Zombie game. Curious, I got up and looked at their game. It actually looked fun.
"Hey, what's that game you play?" I asked.
"It's called Total Zombie War" the pretty boy closest to me answered.
He was around 8 or 9 I guessed. Cute as a button. Long dirty blond hair, brown eyes and a slim wonderful body.
The boy currently playing were sitting in the chair. He looked slightly older. Around 10 or 11. He had black semi long hair, and looked to be well muscled and athletic.
The last boy were the youngest, as far as I could tell. 7 or maybe 8. He had long red hair and an angelic little face. He looked fragile and skinny, with his very pale skin and
little thin frame. But when he moved, his body and movement possessed such energy that all illusions of fragility evaporated.
I watched the boys play for a 30 seconds, before I mumbled "thanks", and returned to my own chair, looking for the same game.
I found the game and started it, and had soon learned the basics of the zombie splatter horror game. It surprised me how violent and gory it was, for such young boys to play it.
I opened a browser and looked up the game. It was PG 13.
Well, the boys seemed to be used to it, so I for sure wasn't going to spoil their fun. But I took note, that the annoying young man at the counter, probably knew they were
playing games they weren't allowed to play. Good to know.
After a couple of minutes, the boy I spoke a few words with, showed up and peeked at my screen and watched me play.
I smiled at him.
"I like this game" I said. "Thanks for telling me about it".
He smiled back at me, and started giving me suggestions for where I should run and what weapons to used. Some of the suggestions were kinda foolish, but some were really useful. I thanked him and praised him every time he gave me a useful suggestion.
Sometimes he even took control on the mouse and showed me a cool move. And after a while, he placed his butt on my thigh and we were taking turns obliterating Zombies in great
sprays of splatter. When he was playing, I gently placed my hand on his back or shoulder and enjoyed the warmth of his body.
"Hey Don, it's your turn now, if you want it" one of his friends shouted.
He looked a me and almost seemed reluctant to leave, but got up to go play with his friends.
Soon after, I was joined by the little red head. I started asking him for hints as well, and got some of the same ones as his friend had given me.
That didn't stop me from being as grateful as the first time I heard the suggestions, and soon he was as involved in my game, as his friend had been a few minutes before him. I enjoyed both his company and
the game.
After some minutes, he's friends at the other computer started giggling. First it was just loud, but slowly it became obvious that they were no longer playing the zombie game.
My little new friend left me to see what his friends were up to. And after a couple more minutes, I too left to see what the fuzz was about.