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Maybe Dolph had gotten too cozy with Jimbo.
A random thought that popped into mind out of nowhere. It faded away as quickly as all the others did, after all it’s hard to grasp things when its.. holy shit it’s already five? His insomnia was being a real whore today,, night? Does it still count as night?
Before his mind could wrap itself in that question his earlier thought came back. Was Dolph too close to Jimbo? Over the past year they’d gotten noticeably closer he’d say; well that’s the only option they had to be fair, with Kearney going to Juvie again and Nelson running away to find his half siblings. Out of the bully gang it was only them left so what was there to do other than get closer?
Who could blame him for being more open when there’s less people who could bother him about it. Could anyone blame him for being slightly softer around Jimbo? Nah, especially when Jimbo’s been the same. You know he’s comfortable around you when he takes his hat off, and that’s his whole brand.
Which brought in a new thought. Even after another year of that old beanie, which Jimbo has to’ve had for like nine years already it’s still, you think purple beanie you think Jimbo. Which he didn’t mind, still having something that’s the same as it always has been is.. comforting. Their whole gang hierarchy is in shambles and it was absolute chaos beforehand. Like the saying goes ‘all you get in SpringFeild are familiar faces, but only a few would make you feel safe’. Dolphs’ few is just one, Jimbo and his beanie.
What was he thinking about? Whatever, new thought. Jimbos new skeleton hoodie, he traded his skull T-shirt in for something a little less stereotypical and it looked so cool; it’s already littered in cigarette burns and smells just like him.. oh shit yeah he’d been thinking about how he and Jimbo were getting to close.
That stray thought was probably a perfect example, or maybe that Dolph was wearing the hoodie at the moment. Overthinking at five something in the morning and wearing his best friends hoodie.
Maybe they were a little too close. At least for „just friends“. No, not going down that road again. Too early to ponder his manifesting crush.
He looked at his stupid dimly glowing electric clock. 5:23 exactly.
‘Yeah time to sleep’
Rubbing his face he rolled over and shut his eyes, drifting away into thoughtless peacefulness.