Usually Jack wouldn't respond. Or would respond, but only with short words. Aaron he liked, he didn't really need to talk. They played games together online sometimes. At one point he was playing on Aaron's poker tournament, but with Alan it wasn't like that. Always had to talk. Usually about Alan's shit.
A call came in then immediately hung up.
"Sorry
Imogen Howe
is back. u free later? We could call or something?"
Jack was free, in someways he was as free as he'd ever been. But it wasn't talk to Alan free. That took time he thought. Jack lied.
"Pretty busy tonight tomorrow probably bette."
"Cool. Tmrw is fine"
Jack thought that was funny, why couldn't he talk to himself when Imogen was there. He wanted to text Imogen that, but he held himself back.
He scanned his room, then went to the window. The guy across the way always ordered the same shitty Chinese. Well Jack couldn't tell if it was shitty, just looked like it, not like LA not like California. He wanted that. Wanted to be like that guy across the way. So he ordered it to.
