"I think we need to talk about your bed and this room," I said. "What about it," Beel said confused. "The bed is hard, and I don't think it good for you back, the window have boards on it like you or someone doesn't want you to be seen, this used to be the cleaning supplies room, and Bella room seems better than yours," I said. "Will this room is better than the one I have at home," Beel said. "No this won't do you'll be staying in my room for now till I find a good room for you," I said not giving him a choice. Beel's nose started bleeding. "I say that to be nice you prev," I said while blushing. "Your face is red, are you sick? I just hope I don't get sick I have so many things I want to do," Beel said. "I not sick," I said. "Sure," Beel said while rolling his eyes. "If you're going to be staying in the same room as me then you can't tell anyone my mom will freak out," I said with fear in my voice. "I'll come back when I have a plan," I said as I rush out of his room with determination.