Status: Completed

Psyche

10

Jamie spends more time in his room than he does everywhere else in the house. His room is all orange walls, comics and sketch books placed neatly on his bookshelf.

He has to walk pass Zack to get to the stairs.

“Why are you just standing there?” Zack chuckles, his hand scratching the pale skin of his stomach not covered by his shirt.

“I wasn’t expecting anyone to be here. You surprised me.”

“Heh, I just got back from Oklahoma. From my dad’s funeral,” Zack says, looking away and back. “He died from pneumonia. I always thought he’d die from lung cancer before some shit like pneumonia.”

Zack pauses like Jamie is supposed to laugh at the morbid statement. He barely grins, nods and says, “Sorry. I have to do my homework.”

He takes three stairs at a time, his messenger bag thumping roughly against his hip. He closes the door a little too hard, and stands there, breathing loudly through his nostrils.

He has to call Alexandria. He kind of promised.
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