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“Mom!”
“I don’t even want to hear it,” snapped Constance, “Whatever persuaded you to do such an idiotic thing is beyond me,” she let out a deep breath, “I need to go sign some paperwork,”
Jared grumbled and turned his attention back to his window, honing his sense in ignoring the other presence in the room. “I should duct tape you to your bed,” was the first thing said.
Jared couldn’t help but snort, “I don’t think the tape will be necessary. I’m kind of in a cast for six-to-eight weeks.”
“Good,” Shannon stated, “Then, you’re being duct tape on your bed after that so you won’t do something so stupid again.”
“It was harmless fun,”
“Harmless fun!” shouted Shannon, his arms spread out wide, “You’re in a fucking arm and leg cast! You have fucking stitches! What was going through your mind?”
“It. Was. Fun.” Jared stated.
“Train jumping is stupid. Were you high? Drunk? Please tell there was something else besides stupidity?”
“I was clean.”
“Is it sad that I wish you said you were drunk?” Shannon sighed, running a hand over his face, “Jay, you’re gonna kill me.”
“Nah, I’ll probably kill myself first,” Jared jokingly said, but his chuckles died when Shannon sent him a glare.
“Duct. Tape.”