Room 222 | Monday Afternoon

Jim's Mondays tended to consist of sleeping late, laying around and then going out and staying out for awhile. He didn't seen any reason to change that routine even if he'd woken up feeling like there was an itch under his skin that he couldn't quite scratch. Sure, he was a teenage boy and he felt like this every so often but this time, it wasn't going away.

He thought about trying to wreck something of Jackson's just to give his energy an outlet but then he'd have to deal with Jackson's whining and that wasn't what he wanted to do. He figured he could work out but with the way he felt now? Yeah, he'd end up running around the island about seventy eight times.

But, exercising was seeming like the best option right now. He could go out and jog and at least do something. He just hadn't gotten further than shucking his shirt (it was too warm to go running with one) and putting on his shoes and shorts.

He'd get out the door soon. Hopefully. Before he went insane.

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