-A few hours later-
Me and Jack were in my room. He has asked for a few bags so he could spilt up the body. Which, I of course gave him.
But that was about 2 or so hours ago. And he was now in my bathroom taking a shower. Mostly cause I told him to go wash the blood off himself.
I was now trying to stuff the bags of flesh into my mini fridge. I had to take everything out of the fucking thing just to get it all in there. Now leaving me with about two boxes of energy drinks, and no where to put them.
I let out a sigh, running my hands through my hair. "I'm going to have to ask Tim about getting another one.." I mumbled to myself.
I looked over at the bathroom door as it cracked open a little, Jack poking his head out from the other side.
"Um.. Toby?" He asked.
"Mhm?"
"Do you have clothes I could use.? I mean. If you don't mind." He said, his ears going down a bit as he spoke.
I nodded. "Yeah, just give me a second-" I said going over to my closet. "Pants or shorts?" I asked.
"Um- Whatever one, I don't care." He said.
I hummed, going back to searching. I don't know if my clothes would fit him or not. But I guess it's a try. I ended up finding a random shirt, and some sweatpants.
"Here-" I said, as I handed them to him.
"Thank you-" He smiled a little bit, before slipping himself back into the bathroom.
I went over to my bed, laying myself down. Waiting for the man himself to get down.
I don't know if it's just a me thing. But I think Jack's nice. Well, what I mean is when you're nice to him. I'm guessing he doesn't like Tim all that much, but I could understand that. (I think Tim doesn't like Jack either)
But minus the times I made him a little upset, he seems sweet. Very blunt with things, but nice.
I looked over as the bathroom door out, revealing Jack from the other side. "Do they fit fine.?" I asked him, getting a nod back.
"Yeah, thank you-" He said, looking behind himself then back at me. "Um.. What you want me to do with theses.?" He got down, picking up his blood soaked clothes.
I waved one of my hands. "Just leave them on the floor, I'll take them down to the wash later." I said.
I got another nod from him, as he clearly set them down again. Going back to standing awkwardly again. I looked at him, chuckling a little.
"I don't mind if you come sit down- You don't have to just stand there." I told him.
He cleared his throat, nodding again. Coming a sitting at the foot of my bed. "I.. Don't you think that one guy would want me back down in the basement..?" He asked, looking at me.
I gave a shrug. "I don't really care what Tim thinks. He's an asshole anyways. I like you, and I don't think you need to be locked up- So he can go stick a branch up his ass-"
I earned a small chuckled out of him, "If you don't mind me asking... Why don't you like him.?" He asked.
"Mmm.. Well.." I paused, kind of pondering about the question. "I'm not 100% sure. Maybe cause he reminds me of my father in a few ways.. Don't get me wrong though- Tim can be a nice guy-.. Just not all the time." I said.
Jack nodded as I spoke. "Im guessing you don't like your father..?" He asked again, getting an annoyed sigh out of me.
"No. I'm happy I put him 6 feet under." I said, not realizing what I said fully.
"You killed him.?" He asked, tilting his head.
I sat up, nervously laughing as I did. "Well- Um- Yeah-. Kind of just snapped that night I guess-.." I said again, starting to mess with my hands.
He hummed. "Well I'm guessing he deserved it." He said, looking at me again.
I smiled a little, looking up at him. I think I feel a pretty good friendship happening- Which, I wouldn't mind. I've been kind of lonely lately.
