Against the World

Caius crept into the room slowly to observe the man whom his mother had called a friend. The man lay sprawled on the couch in their living room, snoring softly. His mother had warned him in the morning to not startle or wake up the man while she'd gone to buy groceries. He was supposed to be in his room. 

But he'd already finished all his homework and even studied some more. And he was bored. He knew his mother wanted to protect him but if she'd allowed to let the man stay here, then he couldn't be very dangerous, right.

Curiosity written all over his face, he walked to the man and peered over the man's sleeping form. And frowned. This man looked familiar. Was he some movie star? He was pretty sure he had seen him on television. Also, he looked so huge. He wasn't even able to fit on their couch.