She shrugged. "I dunno. Don't parents usually make girls sleep together, or something?" Not that James' parents had ever minded where Bobby slept. She supposed it wasn't a big deal in their house. If they had been at her place, though, James would most definitely be on the couch.
She unwrapped herself from the blanket and pushed off the bed. "In here, right?" She pointed at one of his dresser drawers. She knew where practically everything was in his room. It was sad, really.