Deacon sat on the couch with a box of cinnamon toast crunch. He'd seen the expiration date, he knew it was over three (almost four) months old, but he ate it. The stale squares cut into his mouth and made the worst crunching sound he's ever heard.
He had his blanket draped around him. It was chilly, but not cold enough for a blanket. He looked like he was watching a scary movie the way he did when he was eight. However the TV was off and he was staring at nothing.
Jett walked into the room with a hamper of laundry. He gave a questioning look towards Deacon. He set the hamper down and moved behind the bar that separated the sitting room from the small kitchen and fumbled around in the cupboards. He removed an unopened box of cinnamon toast crunch, one that wasn't expired, and tossed it over to Deacon. Deacon only glanced at the box and continued to eat from his.
"You're gonna get sick, what are you-?"
"I hate them so much. They've ruined everything." He spoke up finally. Jett grabbed the hamper and eyed the phone, thinking perhaps Deacon has gone over the deep end and it was time to call that number the nice neighbor lady gave him. Deacon pushed the unopened box away with a foul look,"they're everywhere." Jett took the box cautiously honestly scared for his friend. He replaced it back in its cupboard.
"What on earth are you talking about, Dea, nothing's-"
"The minions! They're every where! Their on toilet paper, cereals, sodas, those nummy snacks-"
"Nummy?" Jett questioned quietly, taking a step towards the phone. Deacon nodded,"yeah, like, all of the snack isle is just filled with them. The poor nummy snacks!" Jett struggled to hold back his laughter. Deacon looked over to continue his rant,"Jett, this isn't funny! It wasn't even that good of a movie! Why are they everywhere? They only speak gibberish and banana, why are they so popular?"
Jett shook his head and shrugged. Deacon opened up the shared laptop and flipped it around to face Jett,"look at it! Look at my Facebook page! There is nothing but minions! Minions have taken over social medias!"
"Are you having a mid life crisis about the minions? Were you like this when Shrek came out too?"
"No, because unlike the minions movie, Shrek was actually good." Jett gave a nod and opened the front door, taking the laundry with him. Deacon watched his roommate leave before stuffing another handful of the cereal into his mouth.
Jett made his way down the hall towards the laundromat the building had. He threw his things into an open washer and turned it on. He listened for a moment to make sure the washer was working properly before heading to the front desk to collect his mail. He was expecting his mid term report card and a few bills, but was bombarded with nothing but junk. He made his way back up stairs.
The asshole who live across from them in room F26 was arguing with his wife again. Jett took the time to again call him out and offer the poor woman some tea and as always she declined kindly and followed her abusive husband like a lost puppy.
Jett reentered the apartment and found Deacon laying half on the floor half on the couch. He looked up with a frown,"I wanna get shit faced." He mumbled. Jett rolled his eyes and made his way back into the kitchen. He opened the cupboards and peaked inside.
He stood painfully on his toes, too small to see properly. He had been cursed with his height, taking after his dwarf sized mother. Doomed to forever be only five foot two. He hoped that he'd hit a growth spurt before his eighteenth birthday, but he remained the same height as he had been since the age of fourteen.
He pushed a few things around before turning back to the man on the floor,"we're out of alcohol. You finished it a week ago, I think."
"We," Deacon corrected,"you had some too." Jett pressed a finger to his lips and shook his head,"I wasn't supposed to, and I'm not supposed to for two more years." He hissed. Deacon sat up, falling completely onto the floor. He pushed the nearly empty box of expired cereal to the side and shook his head,"I thought it was three more years."
"Nah, mate, I turn nineteen in a few days. Year three is pretty much already over." He called as he made his way to the shared bathroom. Deacon got up to follow knowing that Jett was simply cleaning and he was bored and needed to talk to some one.
"God, your getting old!" He joked. Jett climbed onto the toilet to reach a few cleaning utensils kept on the cupboards just above the tank. He handed them to Deacon before climbing back down. He again took the utensils and made his way to the shower,"says the man nearing his mid twenties." He responded.
He sprayed down the tile with Lysol disinfecting spray. Deacon stood in the door way. He watched for a bit before taking off and running into his room. He searched the back of his closet. He returned to the bathroom with a grin.
Jett was bombarded with blue silly string, the wall he had just wiped down was a mess. Jett froze for a moment, not exactly sure if he should laugh or be angry. He turned to Deacon with a completely baffled face that made him look several years younger. Deacon could only laugh, mainly because Jett looked like an animal who'd just discovered lemons were sour and felt betrayed by nature, but also because he'd accidentally drawn a penis on the shower wall.
Jett looked hopeless and lost as he turned back to the wall and began removing the silly string, ignoring the penis that was right at eye level. Deacon left to return the silly string to his room. Jett quickly rehashed the wall before moving onto the next. He cleaned out the drain and deep cleaned the rest of the bathroom in under an hour. All the while, Deacon would get in the way and bother him.
And as Jett finished up, Deacon threw on the TV in search for a good show. Jett ran to switch the laundry. Deacon tossed the old box that had been forgotten on the floor. He picked up the trash he'd left laying around to keep Jett from making him feel guilty that Jett was the one who always cleaned while he made most of the messes.
All the while, Jett stared at Deacon's soaking clothes that had been removed from the washer and left on the floor, now needing to be rewashed.
The asshole from F26 was leaning against a wall with a smug grin on his face. The washer the clothes had once been in was whirling loudly in its old age. The man crossed his arms and laughed obnoxiously as Jett started up an empty washer and replaced the clothes.
The man moved from the wall to the taken washing machine and cleared his throat,"having trouble over there?" He asked, amused to see the younger man struggle to reach the controls. Jett rolled his eyes and jumped to reach the last of what he needed. He remained near the machine knowing full well that the man would simply repeat the annoyance. The man showed no sign of leaving either, suspecting the the boy would get him back some how. So he waited and let several thoughts pile into his head and with out thought he let them loose. The words flew from his mouth faster than the lies he tells his wife.
Deacon waited in the sitting room wondering what was taking Jett so long. He had found a good program and was eager for Jett to come back so that they could play their usual game involving cards. Normally they played bullshit, however Jett picked up how often Deacon would lie way too quick, making it almost impossible to beat him, in any card game at that. Jett was a smart kid, quick to understand things. But Deacon always had luck on his side and would occasionally win with sheer luck and luck alone.
He hunted down the playing cards and set up the coffee table. He watched the television for a bit before deciding that it had taken Jett far too long to return.
He grabbed the keys and locked the door behind him, just in case. He made his way down stairs remembering that Jett only went to switch the laundry load. He wandered into the laundromat finding Jett and the asshole from F26 arguing. Deacon was more than happy to intervene, noticing how the older man looked more than ready to destroy Jett. This, of course, only started up another argument between the two, and maybe even all three if Deacon had bothered to care.
"What, you need your boyfriend to come and save you?" The man snapped, jumping at the opportunity provided. As Deacon dragged Jett away, the younger man spat back,"he's not my boyfriend. He has a very lovely girlfriend and you leave him out of this!" Deacon shook his head,"she's not my girlfriend,"he argued with a small laugh. Jett turned away from the ass from F26 as if he had already forgotten everything that had happened only moments before,"what do you mean? Come on! It's obvious that she likes you and you two would make such a cute couple!" He argued back immediately.
"No, we would not. She's a great girl, but we would not be happy together. Besides she said that she's into guys who've got their own place." As the two marched up the stairs and rounded the corner, Jett bombarded Deacon with stupid questions,"so if I was to move out, you two would date?"
"What? No. That-you aren't moving out are you? Cause neither of us can afford-"
"No, I was just asking. I'm not moving out I've got no where to go." Jett mumbled quickly, awfully dumbfounded that Deacon would think he was moving out,"but anyway! Why not?"
Deacon unlocked the door and followed Jett inside,"I told you, we wouldn't be happy." He sighed, tossing the keys back on the counter that separates the kitchen from the siting room. Jett sat down on the floor in front of the coffee table and shuffled the deck of cards,"that's what you think. But I think you two would get along better than most couples." He hushed as he dealt the cars between the two.
The two squabbled through out a few random card games, eventually just settling on building a house out of the cards.
And after throwing mini paper airplanes at the house and cleaning up the mess, Deacon headed off the bed and Jett went to switch the laundry loads for the second time, surprised to see that the laundry wasn't on the floor this time. And after saying up to make sure it got back into the apartment, clean and dry, he too made his way to bed.
