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Entry tags: | & unfolding, trevor sandbourne, woody jefferson |
Woody laid back on his bed, his head against the wood frame of his headboard. His room was messy, as always, and his mom continuously bugged him to clean it. And every time his mother bothered him to, his Grandpa Teddy would reply with a, "Oh leave him alone, Jilly, he is seventeen years old."
He was so lucky to have such a cool grandpa who always took his side of the matter. Kicking the messy cover and sheet to the bottom of the bed, with his still shoe-ed feet, he grinned at Trevor.
"Sorry about the mess." He wasn't sure why he was apologizing, with all the times Trevor had come to his house over the years, he should be used to it by then, but he apologized anyway as he surveyed the extent of his mess. Clothes were spewed everywhere, glasses that used to hold water or pop were on most of the surfaces - and would be there until his mother came in to reclaim them - and papers from all the times he messed up his Calculus homework were thrown about.
He shrugged.