Jack groaned and put his head down in his science textbook. Studying was just so…boring by himself. With Davey around, there would be at least a few textbooks that would hit the wall, literally. He picked his head up, staring blearily through his glasses, which were slightly askew. Tiredly, Jack ran a hand through his hair and fixed his glasses. He jumped, cursing as the door was flung open with a bang.
Crutchie limped inside, looking around the room. "Hey, Jack, I need my Algebra textbook, ya seen it anywhere?" He swung around to face Jack, and they both froze. Jack wondered what was bothering him for a moment, and then he remembered his glasses. Crutchie smiled broadly.
"Sorry, wrong room," he began. "I thought this was where Jack Kelly did his 'omework. Looks like I was wrong."
"Yeah, you're real funny," Jack rolled his eyes. "I don't have your book. Now get out, I'm tryin' to study." He pointed towards the door, and Crutchie started to limp towards it slowly.
"'Course you wouldn't 'ave my book," Crutchie grinned. "I don't know you. 'Ey—who are you an' what 'ave you done with the great Jack Kelly?"
"Don't tell anybody else about them," Jack grumbled as he sat down.
"Oh I won't. I don't even know who you are, stranger!"
"Crutchie, get out! I'm trying to study!" Jack could almost hit his head in the book with frustration again.
Crutchie chuckled as he closed the door. "Alright, Mistah-Whoever-You-Are!"