Restless

Oliver was restless. There was no other way to describe it, but restless. He couldn’t sit still or stay in one place for longer than a minute. Percy tried to ignore it and focus, but it was getting harder by the minute.
      Percy looked up from his homework and saw Oliver standing in front of the window, looking at the rain. “Alright Oliver, what is it?”
      “Nothing, there is nothing. I’m just bored.” Oliver was now leaning against Percy’s bed.
      “Then go read or do your homework. You’ll have something to do and you’ll actually have something decent to hand in.”
      “But that’s also boring,” Oliver whined. There was no other way to describe it.
      “Then don’t do it, but stop being restless. It is annoying.” Oliver only huffed and sat down on his own bed. It was enough for now, Percy though.