Todd decided, until he got his bearings, and figured out what would be best, he would hide under the bed. No sooner had he dove for cover than Brad tried the doorknob. Staring straight ahead, praying he wouldn't be noticed, Todd watched as Brad succeeded in opening the door.
"Todd? I said you need to move your truck!" Brad began, not immediately realizing the room was empty. This made Todd even more nervous. His roommate was not someone you wanted to be around when he was ticked. And he sounded ticked. Brad entered the room fully, and looked around. He could have sworn he heard his roommate in here, rifling through his tools. In fact, his toolbox was in the closet doorway, open, and a total mess.
Todd watched as Brad swaggered toward the toolbox. He focused on his untied brown workboots, their muddy treads, the jeans tucked into them. Suddenly, Brad kicked the entire toolbox with his powerful leg, bringing Todd back to earth. Todd shuddered.
Brad wasn't really pissed, more like peeved. He could have sworn Todd was here! Was he hiding? What reason would he have to hide, honestly? Could he fit under the bed? Is that where he tore off to? Before he could walk over to check, he noticed the keys to Todd's Ranger on the bedside table. Snatching them up, he left the room and headed for the truck.