As he began to form ideas in his head, Jeff was interrupted by the sound of knuckles rapping on his door. Once more, he was thankful he had taken the precaution to lock it. However, knowing full well that the silent treatment wouldn’t get him any privacy, since the closed door was a sure sign to whoever it was out there that he was inside, he answered, annoyed.
“Yes? Hello?”, Jeff asked bitterly.
The voice of his annoying younger brother, Jack, piped up. “Mom says you need to come down for breakfast in a bit.”
“She already told me that, dimbulb!”, Jeff retorted. “She told me to be down in fifteen, like, two minutes ago.”
“Well I didn’t know that, you jerk. She just told me to tell everyone so I assumed she meant you, too.”
Jeff shook his head, thinking this was the end of their little discussion. However, as was par for the course with Jack, that wasn’t the case.
“Are you whacking off?”, Jack asked, causing Jeff’s heart to leap up into his throat. The kid was ten years old, how did he know what “whacking off” was?
“I-I- WHAT?!”, Jeff exclaimed as Jack chuckled, amused.
“Well, are you?”
Jeff looked down at his crotch-breast, which he had been fondling without even realizing, and took his palm off of it hurriedly.
“NO. I’M NOT. GET OUT.”
“I’m not in your room, DIMBULB. And I’m gonna tell mom you were if you don’t let me have the last of the milk during breakfast.”
Jeff looked down at the crotch-breast, the idea of milk having taken on a very different meaning in his mind. Frustrated at his brother’s meddling, he snapped back once more, more than ready to be left alone again.
“Fine. Whatever. Just buzz off.”
“Gladly. And don’t forget: we go over to the Ferguson’s for Tim’s birthday in two hours.”
Jeff didn’t even bother responding to that, the thought already weighing heavily on his mind. As he heard Jack walk off, he recollected his thoughts. Now, where was he.....?