Thread: What's Age Got To Do With It? (Blistered and Foxxy)

Jeffrey only murmured in response as he simply laid back in the tub, his eyebrows furrowed in aggravation. Granted, his older sister could be a royal pain in the ass, but at least she had enough common sense to leave him well enough alone when he felt that he needed the space. When she made the comment about taking a day off of work and go do something with a friend, Jeffrey's eyes opened slightly. There was just one little problem in regards to that, he almost wanted to say to her face. He had only known the concept of hard work and nothing else. Anybody that even tred to get the slightest bit too close to him would only be met with a string of foul language that would make R. Lee Emery proud. But overall, it was this mentality alone that had gotten him as much money as he made at the auto repair shop but at the same time alienated any concept of friends. His only worry was get to work on time, punch in, look at the task list for today, sit down, shut up and do the task laid out before him. Though most of the time he would also have his mp3 player going, mostly with heavy metal and some gangsta rap songs going on it and ultimately just tune out everything. About a few hours later, he would've fixed enough damage on an Aston Martin to make it just about driveable again if it was banged up that severely at a steady pace with no stopping. It was indeed a harsh life to live, but he had to do something to make sure everyone in the household had enough cash for the week even at the greatest risk His own personal health. But fast forward to about now. Jeffrey was still lying in the bathtub with his eyes partially open and gazing at a wall beside him in somewhat dazed thought. The only friend he had known throughout his entire life was the one person he had always known His older sister, Esme. Sure, she had a little more success going her way, but hey, Jeffrey never envied her for it and never once did he ever ride her coattails of success. Rather, he was doing just fine on his own and never really bothered her. In essence, the two were sort of like ships in the night. Sure, they're there, but they rarely speak much unless if one sees the other. But ever since he had taken these unnecessary hours he had been taking these past few months, it's been almost nonstop. Get up in the middle of the night, shit, shower, get a quick bite to eat, get in those work clothes and get to work and stay there for about about 18 hours only to repeat the same psychotic cycle over again the very next day. Maybe that was why it led to so much of a discommunication between the two He was out working every day and into the night and she was working then out having a real life afterwards. What a luxury that would be... To just get a day off from work for one day and just goof off... Jeffrey thought as he continued gazing at the wall with that same dazed look in his eyes before closing them in thought. A noble concept if only it worked... He added as he then got out of the tub slowly some several minutes later after washing off, shampooing his hair and rinsing it all off the drying. After all was said and done, Jeffrey walked back into his bedroom and sat down on the bed, seeing the plate that Esme had laid out there for him. He then picked it up and sat it down on his lap then began to eat quietly within the comfort of his room.