Jake stepped heavily outside Tom's door. His room was upstairs next to Tom's. He always stepped heavily outside Tom's door and Tom always knew he would except a few times when he didn't. And then when Jake went down the stairs, he would hurry. He would move quickly down them and Tom could picture him.
His face was smug. He grinned half-heartedly and his hair flopped in the back and he would touch the overhang at the bottom of the stairwell. He would touch it with his fingers. Then, he would turn the corner at the bottom. And he would sit in front of the TV again on the couch. It was dark in there, in the living room, and he would have had the lights on in the kitchen and sometimes in the anteroom to the TV area.
Tom would sit upstairs annoyed for sometime thinking about Jake and he would realize again that Jake was a trap and to be avoided at all cost. Even if Tom wanted something to eat he would go into the kitchen through the anteroom. The anteroom was between the kitchen and the TV area and Tom hated Jake looking up from where he lay for hours. Jake's life was watching TV. Tom never watched TV anymore. It was annoying. Jake was annoying. He couldn't stand him.
One day, Jake was home and he was watching TV and Tom came in the back door and Jake from across the rooms into the kitchen yelled.
"How was your day?"
"Fine," Tom answered.
The step was annoying but when Jake talked to him it was even more perturbing. Jake was an idiot. Everything he did, he did, it seemed, to ostracize Tom. One day, on another day, he held the front door shut tight. Tom was outside looking in the glass and Jake was holding the door shut.
'Why!?' Tom thought. He didn't say anything and just stood back from the door outside. He was on the front porch. It was sunny out and the breeze was cool and the porch was nice. Jake let go and Tom went in.
"What are you doing here?" Jake asked sarcastically.
Tom answered. Then he went up the stairs one step at a time. He always went up them one step at a time.
His face was smug. He grinned half-heartedly and his hair flopped in the back and he would touch the overhang at the bottom of the stairwell. He would touch it with his fingers. Then, he would turn the corner at the bottom. And he would sit in front of the TV again on the couch. It was dark in there, in the living room, and he would have had the lights on in the kitchen and sometimes in the anteroom to the TV area.
Tom would sit upstairs annoyed for sometime thinking about Jake and he would realize again that Jake was a trap and to be avoided at all cost. Even if Tom wanted something to eat he would go into the kitchen through the anteroom. The anteroom was between the kitchen and the TV area and Tom hated Jake looking up from where he lay for hours. Jake's life was watching TV. Tom never watched TV anymore. It was annoying. Jake was annoying. He couldn't stand him.
One day, Jake was home and he was watching TV and Tom came in the back door and Jake from across the rooms into the kitchen yelled.
"How was your day?"
"Fine," Tom answered.
The step was annoying but when Jake talked to him it was even more perturbing. Jake was an idiot. Everything he did, he did, it seemed, to ostracize Tom. One day, on another day, he held the front door shut tight. Tom was outside looking in the glass and Jake was holding the door shut.
'Why!?' Tom thought. He didn't say anything and just stood back from the door outside. He was on the front porch. It was sunny out and the breeze was cool and the porch was nice. Jake let go and Tom went in.
"What are you doing here?" Jake asked sarcastically.
Tom answered. Then he went up the stairs one step at a time. He always went up them one step at a time.
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