Jeff sighed once again as he made his way up the stairs. With every step he took, his black, worn out converse sneakers crashed heavily down onto the wooden floorboards. He was obviously bored, tired, and really didn't want to do what he was about to do.
Finally, he reached Bens room. He tried the handle, but it was locked. So he lifted his arm lazily, and knocked on the hard wood 3 times, before letting his arm drop heavily back by his side.
"Who is it?" Ben called out weakly
"It's Jeff." Jeff muttered, not liking to say his own name.
Ben's sigh was loud and grumpy and could be heard outside the door. Jeff frowned at this and furrowed his brows in impatience. "Get lost, I'm not in the mood." Ben said despondently.
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Don't make me break this door down."
"Jeff! Can you please just leave me the fuck alone?" Ben shouted in noticeable annoyance.
Jeff growled. "Fuck you! Let me in, I'm not here to beat you up or anything. Fuck!"
There was a long moment of silence before finally, Ben opened his door, revealing the dark space which was supposed to be his room. "What... do you want?" Ben snarled, gritting his teeth as he spoke
"To talk. That's it." Jeff shrugged casually
"Well I'm not in the fucking mood. Come back later!" Ben ordered, going to slam the door.
But before the door could close, Ben found it being stopped by a solid force. He turned back, confused at first, but only to find that Jeff was the one holding the door. "Don't you DARE slam the door in my fucking face... or it will go down."
Ben shook his head and rolled his eyes, turning away from the door, no longer caring if it was open. "Oh, boohoo. Get a life dude."
Jeff's next words were spoken much more calmly. "Says the one wearing an elf costume." Jeff smirked, trying his hardest not to start laughing at his own comeback.
Ben froze and looked over at Jeff. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"
Ben ran at the door and Jeff took a step back, not expecting the sudden slam of Ben's door. Jeff paused for a moment to let the scene sink in. "Man, he reminds me SO much of–"
"You." Jane said as she walked passed. "That reminds everyone, of you."
"Fuck off Jane." Jeff glowered angrily. "Why don't you go play with some used needles or something, our lives would be so much better without you in it."
Jane let off a very fake and very bitchy scoff. "But death has no commitments, does it...? So, if you were dead, you'd forget about me completely. Because, if I were the one to die... then you'd always have my name being brought up. Someone would mention me every now and then. But, if YOU were dead... you'd never have to worry about remembering me ever again."
"Forget about you?" Jeff repeated. "Pfft. I'd already forgotten about you, until you started speaking..."
"Why don't you go play with your adorable little toys, I think they're a little blunt from your fake–ass leather skin touching them so much." Jane tried
"That wasn't even a remotely correct sentence." Jeff stated flatly
"Yes it was!" Jane snapped
"God, you're so easy to break." Jeff chuckled
"Ugh, I can't help it if you're dumb...!" Jane continued
"Yeah! Just like every other pathetic human in this world!" Sally shouted strongly
Jeff and Jane both gave Sally an odd look. "Sal...!" Jeff started, his face showing a slight hint of shock. "Whose side are you on?"
