It seemed like Glory wasn't one of those girls who were scared to eat in front of boys, and for that Gio was grateful. He didn't ever know if he should insist they eat or just back off, and then he felt like a huge pig stuffing his face beside them. Gio grabbed a carton of mint chocolate chip from the freezer and a couple spoons in case Glory wanted some later, and after a moment of thought he added two bowls to his little collection. The boys of the house were in the habit of eating straight from the carton, but he wasn't sure how Glory would feel about that.
"We can go see them now, if you want," Gio said, feeling his chest grow tight with elation. That she sounded completely genuine about wanting to see his fish was more amazing than he could describe. A lot of people thought his fish were cool (and they'd be right), but he guessed it made him as happy as it did because it was Glory wanting to see them. Was there anything he didn't like about her? Not that he could find.
Even as he led his crush upstairs to his room, sex was the furthest thing from Gio's mind. Maybe that made him an even bigger geek than previously thought, but Gio was too busy looking forward to showing Glory his fish and watching Blue Planet with her to think about anything less innocent. When they got there, Gio pushed open the door and allowed Glory to go in first.
His room wasn't small, but the amount of stuff he had crammed in there made it look smaller than it was. He had two, count them, two desks in his room that were covered in books and magazines. One desk also held the smaller tank Rory had given him, which stood empty. There was his bed (made) with dark blue Loch Ness Monster comforter, a few fish-related posters on his wall, and his pride and joy, the 30 gallon tank that gave the room a soft glow until Gio turned the overhead light on.
"Hey, guys," Gio said in the direction of the tank, and kept his door open as he left it to deposit the ice cream and bowls on the desk closest to the TV. It didn't take him long to gravitate to the fish tank, though, and he smiled at the white belly of his one of his catfish as it sucked on the side of the tank. "This is Glory."
Gio looked toward Glory. "I'd introduce them by name, but they don't like being named; they just want to be. I guess it's a fish thing." It kind of sucked, too, because he'd liked naming them. The fish got what the fish wanted, though. They were spoiled.