Ok, 'nother real shortie. Mostly full of descriptions of Todd and his room. I want this room. It rocks!

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His room was 10x12, fairly small compared to the scale of the rest of the house, but to him it was perfect. It had a huge window, one of those ones that stuck out with a seat in it. Framing it were dark green, thick curtains no doubt able to totally block out any and all light. Gabby… she remembered how I hate being woken up by the sun. To the left in the corner by the window was a thick, comfy twin bed with a quilted comforter of all shades of green edged in a mahogany brown. He could tell it was one of Lacey's best works.

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Next to the bed was a sturdy night table, on top of it was a sculpted, granite, stone-based lamp that portrayed a mountain with a stream. Not just any stream, the one where Justin and I got into that huge water fight and got all our stuff wet. We had to go home soaked. Lacy was pissed. Justin definitely made that.

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At the foot of the bed was a bench-chest. It was made of willow branches all woven together, and not just in a normal-after-they're-picked way. He could tell that Tanya had grown them that way. Now they were fused together so that the whole thing was airtight. On top was a cushion made of dark green felt, it looked like moss covered the chest. He loved it!

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Directly to the left after entering the room, on the same wall as the bed, was the closet. It was open and he could see it had a bunch of hangers already in it. He could also see that one hanger already held something. No way! That's just like the coat I had when we fought the first time we met, it was totally ruined and I could never find another like it. Keith must have looked everywhere to get it. The long, black, trench coat also had a new addition to it on it's back: a fierce looking horny toad like his tattoo, but behind it were silver marks of electricity.

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He almost felt like crying right then, but managed to hold it in. That is, until he looked to the right side of the room. There, in the far right corner, was a fancy desk. At that desk was a swank chair. On that desk was a brand new emergency lantern just like he used to have. He couldn't help but laugh as a few unnoticed tears crept down his face. Next to the lantern was a simple note in Chad's hand writing: Water-proof. He had managed to keep the first lantern until just after he and Chad had met. Then a storm had hit. It was so bad that on the way back to Chad's car, they had been hit by a huge wave and he had lost it.

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Next to the Desk and chair were several bookshelves. They were mostly empty for now. They only had one thing sitting on top: an orange and black, stuffed, plush tiger. Rita's favorite form was a tiger. She had had nightmares once when he had been staying with them. Keith was out so she came to Todd for comfort. He had later given her one just like it, but white. When he had woken her up while having nightmares, she had let him borrow it. He made her swear never to tell anyone. Now she had given him his own.

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Taking a closer look at his room, he noticed something on the wall above the head of his bed. It was an Indian dream catcher. This one he could tell was hand made and the feather's on it looked familiar… Derrick! Those are Derrick's feathers! He must have plucked them out himself! That must have hurt like hell. The long, golden feathers hung mute testimony to the concern for his well being.

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Man, I never knew the guys cared that much for me. I mean, I knew they cared enough to come make sure I didn't get my ass kicked, but this… Sniffing he realized he was crying and hurriedly wiped his face off. "Uhg, sniff, can't break down now. Sheesh, get a grip.", he murmured, doing the whole manly-repression-of-emotion thing. He went over and sat on the bed, it was like touching down in heaven. Before he realized it he was curled up on top of the covers and fast asleep. The long trip, stress of coming back, and emotional overload taking their toll.

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About two hours later he awoke when he heard his door open. Blinking quickly to clear his eyes, he relaxed when he recognized Chad coming towards him. "Hey dude, crashed out huh? Just came to get you before everyone gets impatient and scarffs the chow. You so don't wanna be late for your own welcome feast, dude. Especially since it's Miguel and Merriam's cooking!" He held his hand out for Todd to take. Same surfer dude Chad.

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He accepted the hand up, "I'll be right down, just goin to change and freshen up real quick. ok?", he replied, still groggy from just waking up. "Oh, and thanks man. The lantern and all," Todd said, gesturing at it, "It really cheered me up." Chad gave him a wide grin, "No problem man! Anyway, make it quick, we're not supposed to eat until you do.", his stomach growled for emphasis. They both laughed and Chad headed out the door.

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Grabbing some clothes from one of his bags he quickly changed out of his rumpled smelly ones. On his way downstairs he stopped by the bathroom to freshen up. There he paused to take stock of himself, realizing just how far he had come and how different he would appear to those who once knew him here. The hair was one thing. When he left, it was a dull brown going on green, lank and ratty. Now it was a pure bright green with pale green streaks on the sides. It was cut short and stood up in spikes even without any gel. In fact, it was clean, soft, and vibrant.

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His eyes were once a yucky swampy yellow as they changed from their original brown to their current clear gold-yellow. They sparkled with the happiness and confidence he had found since leaving his old role of punching bag behind. They were set in quite a different face now too. As the months had passed, he had gained physical maturity and his features evolved to a more attractive form. He had been called handsome and even stud-ly, by beautiful girls no less!

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His body was more attractive too. Instead of the wiry, lanky young boy body, he now had a muscular, toned young manly body. He swore he saw someone drool once. Firm biceps, strong pectorals, rippling back muscles, six-pack for abs, his upper body rocked. His lower body was still the strongest part of him, thighs and calves able to kick in a cinderblock wall with ease, a firm ass that many girls just had to grab. Other parts down there too, he grinned as he thought of how good it was to get the girls. Something that had never happened while he had been in Bayville.

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His choice in clothing was much different as well. It helps when you actually have the cash to choose what to wear. Currently, he had on one of his favorite outfits: Black baggy jeans with a silver chain-belt and studs, white muscle shirt, and open dark green over shirt. He had in his two customary silver earrings in his left ear and the silver necklace from Hot Topic that Rita had given him once. That and a silver watch on his left wrist made up his outfit. A lot different from torn, worn jeans and a dirty T-shirt.

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Sighing and in a much better mood, he made his way downstairs where everyone was congregating. He hurried his steps as the most delicious scent hit his nose. If the food tastes as good as it smells I am going to have to get those two to cook everyday. Of course if I do that, I'll probably get bigger than the Blob. "Finally! What took you? Never mind, get over here so we can eat!", Rita ordered. Todd laughed, "Ok! Ok! Keep your fur on Fuzzy!".

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Again with the sorry and the shortness, but I find it hard to break up a story I wrote all in one piece into chapters.

Hey, at least I'm getting a lot up at a time eh?

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