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For Day Four of JayTim Week 2018 – Free Day

AN: Prompts can be found on my Tumblr here.

Jason runs a hand through his sweat dampened hair and stretches, relishing the pop in his back. Moving is a bitch and a half, even if he doesn’t have all that much in the first place. But while he can cram his life’s possessions into several cardboard boxes, the majority of them books, he’s still pleased as hell to finally have an address that’s not in the Bowery. Sure, Burnley isn’t that far, but whatever. It’s an accomplishment and one to be proud of.

His best friend Roy slings an arm over his shoulders. “Well, Jaybird, you did it. Now where are you going to put all this crap?”

“Literature is not crap, you heathen,” Jason retorts. “Try reading a book sometime instead of parking your ass in front of the TV.”

Roy scoffs. “As if I haven’t seen your ass there with me.”

“My TV time is directly proportional to the amount of booze in my system.” Jason shrugs off his friend’s arm. His TV isn’t the greatest, but he does have one. “Now, come on. There’s a Goodwill down the street that I want to check out for some bookcases.” And to get an idea for what a sofa will cost because he’ll need one at some point. Maybe even a small dining table that’s not an old poker table with mismatching folding chairs. He’s got a real address now, it’s time to get comfortable.

“Why do I even know you?” It’s an old question, one Jason doesn’t even bother answering. Sometimes it feels like he’s known Roy since time began. They put up with each other’s shit when no one else does. It’s more than either of them ever had before they met.

“Goodwill, Roy.” Jason shoves his friend out the door. “Time to put that truck of yours to good use again.”

“You’re just friends with me because of my truck.”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

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