Once we reached my house, he helped me inside and lied me down on my couch with my back facing up. "Thank you." I bowed my head slightly towards him. He said nothing. His only response was to kneel on his knees in front of me, with his hands on his thighs. He sat there and just stared at me with the same emotionless expression. Weird. "Are you planning on staying?" I asked him but he didn't reply of course. He just continued to watch me lie here. I looked in his eyes and I could tell he was worried. I tried to get up but the sharp pain in my back told me it wasn't a wise idea to move. From the corner of my eye, I saw his body move slightly as if to stop me but when I lied back down he sat there, motionless. "Can you get me some ice please?" I asked despite thinking it would be useless to ask him. He tilted his head to the side slightly, like a confused puppy. Cute. I quickly shook the thought out of my head.

      "Ice. It's small, cubed and cold." I was surprised when he got up and walked over to the kitchen. Maybe he does understand me. He comes back with an empty pot. Then again, maybe not. I shook my head and said once again, "Ice." The black haired boy looked at the pot for a few moments and then walked back into the kitchen. He soon came back with a spatula. What would I want with a spatula? I shook my head once more and pointed to bag. I watched as he put the spatula in his pocket and went to get my bag. He brought it over to me and sat back down in his previous spot, watching me intensely. I reached down into my bag and retrieved a pen and paper. I flipped to a blank page and scribbled a cube on the paper, attempting to draw ice. Once finished, I showed him the picture and he made a perfect "O" shape with his mouth. He quickly stood up and went to the kitchen. I heard some rustling and he came back quickly with my toaster. Wow. I couldn't help but laugh. He was just like a little kid. I shook my head once more and his face fell to disappointment. I waved him over and I quickly drew, well attempted to draw, my fridge. I then drew an arrow pointing to the top indicating my freezer. I flipped the notebook over to show him and he turned back to the kitchen.        It wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but it worked nonetheless. The boy in black had placed my ice cube tray on my back, facing up. It was cold enough so I didn't complain. I had my arms folded under my head with my eyes closed. The ice on my back was slowly melting the pain away. I open my eyes to see him staring at me, still sitting as still as a statue. I weekly smile at him and I see the corners of his lips twitch. He's an odd one. I was brought back to reality when I heard my cell phone ringing. "Xiang ai shang ji qi ai shang ni. She's a ma- ma- ma- ma- machine. She's a ma- ma- ma- ma- machine." The boy in black jumped slightly at the noise and looked toward's m