Too Close For Comfort (LH) (PT1&2)

6. Curling Iron

"Kaytlin?" Ben knocked on my door. Hesitantly turning the knob to peek his head in.

"Come in," after Luke left I was able to put my stuff away. Not wanting to bother anyone else, I stayed in the room and learned to work the TV. Entertaining, no! Not at all. I was beyond bored, and honestly a little lonely.

Ben slid about halfway into view. Not coming too far past the doorway for whatever reason, "it looks good in here. Where's all your stuff?"

"Away," I shrugged. Luke made it obvious he didn't want any of my things visible that didn't have to be, so if it wasn't needed for my bed then it had to find an out of sight spot. "What can I do for you?" I patted the couch for him to join me.

"My professor messaged me the name of the book. I'm about to go pick it up, but Jack's working on the furniture in our room. I think he's going to break something; mind helping him out?" Ben got right to the point. He didn't sit down, but he did go ahead and come in. He leaned against the bed post with his arms folded over his chest.

"How heavy is the furniture?" If Jack couldn't lift it, I doubt I would be able to.

"I'm not worried about the furniture breaking Jack. I'm worried about Jack breaking the furniture!" Ben restated his concern.

We both laughed. I didn't feel like putting furniture together. At the same time I didn't feel like being bored and lonely, "yeah, glad to help."

"Thanks! I would have got Conner, but he's at Dale's," Ben nodded for me to follow him. He showed me to his room: one of the only two rooms I hadn't seen yet. He opened the door for me before he left, "be back in a few!"

"Drive safe," I waved.

"Kaytlin! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jack was surrounded by tools, wood, and other odds and ends. I'm not sure what he was building, but I don't think he's gotten very far.

"Ben recruited me," I took a seat on the one clear seat: someone's bed. "What are we building?" Their room was about the same size as mine and Luke's. The walls were black, they had two full size beds, a tv, a couple of beanbags, a dresser, a nightstand each, and Ben's desk in the corner. It was a nice set up.

It seemed like they had everything they needed, and the room looked equal. It was obvious two people stayed in here. You could see their two different personalities in the room. The complete opposite of what Luke was trying to accomplish. I wonder how long it would be till he made me change my blankets to colors of his liking.

"TV stand," Jack passed me the instructions that were in a completely different language! One that I did not. Not that I knew any other than English. "We've got this and a bookshelf left," Jack ran his hand through his hair, messing it up worse than it already was.

"Did it come with pictures?" Obviously I couldn't read the different symbols, but I could follow along with step by step images. For the most part at least.

"Nope," Jack snickered, "why would it, right? Piece of shit," he grunted under his breath. I was a little shocked to hear that from him. I tried to casually look away, and accidentally dropped the pamphlet. Jack looked up with me, handing it back to me, "sorry. Inner thoughts. They get a bit loud sometimes, you know."