Normmy Stuff

Norman Polk

"THIS IS BULLCRAP," A voice screamed from the other room. Norman looked up, calmly. It was Shawn's voice, and he had a feeling he knew why he was yelling. He got up and went to the other room. Wally was sitting with his arms crossed, Shawn was standing in front of him. "Shawn, this isn't a big deal," Wally said, making eye contact with him. "I went yesterday, you're just too lazy to get up out of your seat!" Shawn exclaimed. "Weeeeellll, the list says it's your turn," Wally said, holding up a small piece of folded paper and smirking. "I can go," Norman said. They both turned to him. "You have work to do, loverboy," Shawn said. Ever since he found out Norman liked Sammy, he had been using the nickname "loverboy". Norman just rolled his eyes. "Well, if it's that big of a deal, and you can't handle the responsibility, WALLY, then I can go check on Jack," Norman said. "He really needs to man up," Norman muttered as he walked out of the room. "WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!" Wally called after him. Norman turned around to find Wally in front of him. "Yes?" He said, with a smirk. "I'll do it, I'll do it. You win," Wally muttered. Norman's expression softened. "Thanks Wal'" He responded, and turned around and left. The two stared, as he walked away. "I don't understand how he does it," Wally muttered. "Nor do I, I didn't think anyone would change your mind," Shawn said, shaking his head.