Chapter 4

Jeffery hated the fact that his mother told him before he left "There will always be a spot here for you if you ever decide to come back." This basically meant that she knew he would be returning. The only thing Jeffery hated more than proving people wrong was proving people right and in this case, his mother was the last person he wanted to prove right. But then again, Jeffery was significantly more comfortable with the arrangement of his mothers house (not to mention the abundance of Froot Loops) rather than Annalise's "That 70's Show" apartment. During his short but efficient elevator ride, Jeffery came to the conclusion that the reward of never ending Froot Loops and a decor that was much more manageable to bare outweighed the unsatisfactory sex and the fact that he had to buy his own Froot Loops. "Ahh.." Another satisfying disimprisonment of noise left his lungs.

Upon reaching his mother's house, Jeffery was attempting to conceive an opening sentence that wouldn't make him look like an idiot. But before he could manage to do so, his mother had noticed his car and was already waiting inside that ever so familiar frame of the front door. Jeffery got out of his car with a garbage bag full of dirty clothes and a fabricated smile that said "I'm so happy to be home!" and made his way towards the house. "Come in Jeffery! Oh I can't begin to explain how happy I am that you haven't forgotten about your mother" said Marie, Jeffery's mother. Without any hesitation, Marie took his garbage bag and emptied it into the laundry room. Jeffery made his way to his old bedroom and noticed a small stack of blue papers on his dresser. Marie had entered the room just as he was picking them up, "Oh, I see you found your collection of unpaid parking violations". Jeffery slowly reached into his pocket, hoping that the thirteen he came to the house with (because he used one for a note earlier) somehow magically made their way to the dresser in his room. 'Shit' Jeffery muttered. They must have been from when he first moved out and forgot to change his address on his registration. He grabbed the pile on the dresser and placed them into his pocket alongside the others so his mother wouldn't begin with asking 1 question which would somehow promptly turn into 50 different questions.

"What would you like for dinner Jeffery?" Ah, the infamous question that haunts most of humanity living at home to this very day. He thought long and hard about this gargantuan inquiry and came to a effortless, but very satisfying conclusion.. "Froot Loops with crushed up Bik candy bar!" He shouted in a most favorable voice "And make sure it's in the yellow popcorn bowl!". Jeffery was sitting in his favorite spot, on his favorite 'couch', a worn out bean bag that had three different holes in it which had been stitched with three different colors of thread in which was located three feet from the television (almost the same arrangement as Charlie Brown). He began to think that returning home wasn't that atrocious of an idea after all..