Still pouting, Leroy shrugged and crossed his arms, throwing the gloves he was holding on the end of the bed. He scooted upwards so he was sitting against the headboard and glared at his bedspread. "Who says anything is wrong? Maybe I'm just.. tired. Or something."
The obviously wasn't what was bothering him, but Leroy was a typical teenage boy.. he wasn't going to come right out and talk about his feelings and things like that. Only girls did that.