I woke up the next morning, sorting myself out and wearing this ( killing_time/set...) I felt like talking to Bradd more than usual and maybe, just maybe tell him about last night. I grasped my neon green phone and listened to Hollywood Undead's newest release Gravity! ( watch?v=lFBnDhir...) That was until I heard a knock on my door, then it creaking open.

Bradd asked me to come for breakfast so I slowly walked behind him without listening to music as we got to the kitchen. On the old wooden table, was 2 plates with scrambled egg and toast, YUM! I quickly sat down, but before I could a hand grabbed onto mine and pulled me to stand up straight. My eyes traveled to Bradds and I saw he had a black tank top with sweat pants. He looked me straight in the eyes and asked me:
"What did Jeff do last night!?" He had clear caring ness and sympathy evident in his voice?

I simply replied with a "Yes...", so we both sat at the table and I told him what happened while we had our breakfast. All he could reply with was one word answers, until when I finished he washed the dishes and told me to grab my phone and anything else I would need. Bradd said we were going to visit Jeff, even though I was quite uncertain about this. So I collected some stuff, and started to contemplate why we were actually going to visit Jeff, but only time could tell...