Post by Kenzie on Feb 5, 2014 0:51:21 GMT -5
Todd stared at the DVD on his computer desk, sitting in his chair with one of his heels on the seat of the chair and his other leg stretched out on the floor. His hands were clasped in front of his knee. He’d been in this position all morning, ever since he’d discovered his old Ed, Edd, and Eddy DVD he’d lent Bandi sitting on top of the table. He didn’t know how it’d gotten in (he assumed someone had just brought it in, when Bandi knocked on the door and handed it to them, though). The note on top of it, if he hadn’t recognized the DVD, would have immediately labeled this as Bandi’s actions. In his handwriting sorry was scrawled.
Since he’d gotten the DVD back, the anger Todd had been letting build up in his gut was gnawing away into guilt. He’d turned his back on Bandi, and tried to branch out and make some more friends. And in that effect he’d succeeded. He was proud to say he was friends with Ace, Max, Amy, and even a few other people who he was just recently meeting. He felt a lot better about himself lately and he had fun almost every day, but he knew how quiet Bandi was, how reclusive he was. He may have seen Bandi at the dance with a girl, but he hadn’t seen anything of Bandi since. Despite the happiness he felt at meeting new people, amazing new people, he felt a little sad at just leaving Bandi behind as he moved on in his life.
Now if Todd told Gavin, he knew Gavin would tell him Bandi was just crazy, and apologizing for something unfixable. But Todd knew—though he was bummed about losing the last one—he had plenty of opportunities waiting for him. Friends, though, was something he had a select few of. And if Bandi wanted to apologize, Todd supposed it was time to grow up and listen and stop relying on Gavin to make the choices for him.
Still, the basic idea he was angry resonated within Todd. Was Bandi really a healthy friend? He didn’t want to be the only friend Bandi had… he couldn’t risk another assault on his person, accidental or not. Bandi had unhealthy habits, and since Todd had the opportunity to mingle with others, he started to realize just how unhealthy he really was.
But then he thought back to how Bandi was his friend despite that. Friends didn't turn their backs on each other: they helped each other.
…And that, in a nutshell, was how Todd spent his morning. It was well into afternoon now, and he was still debating the same things over and over. Using his foot touching the ground, Todd rolled a little in his chair. He had to talk to Bandi. This was going to eat at him and give him frown lines on his forehead, and Todd’s future did not need frown lines.
So Todd stood up. He was wearing some light and slightly skinny jeans, with a blue and white tee shirt and a jean jacket on top of it. As usual he looked extremely good in his clothes. Todd’s hair wasn’t combed but as it always stood up the same way anyway, he didn’t bother to worry about that. Todd headed out of his house, not noticing anyone up. When he opened the door, he felt a twinge of momentary panic. Why was he even going? If Bandi wanted to apologize, he should come to Todd, right?
Todd sighed, shoved his hands in his jacket’s pockets, and knew that didn’t matter. He would go anyway. Todd was used to bending strings for Bandi.
He eventually arrived at Bandi’s house. He swallowed a lump he hadn’t known had formed in his throat. Todd didn’t think that he knew any of Bandi’s housemates… he rang the doorbell.
Todd looked at his feet, not wanting to look whoever opened the door in the eyes. He debated running away, right then and there, but nothing would be solved if he did that. So he stayed, looking very awkward.
