Tommy comes to Frank’s room, knocking on the door that’s half-opened. “Hey Frankie, let’s go! Mom and dad are gonna take us back home, so you gotta get out of this bedroom!” shouted Tommy as he smiled and started waiting for his brother to get out. Tommy stood there, next to the door, having his hands down his pockets, happily whistling to himself as he was waiting. Tommy waited for a while, which caused him to sing a short diddy to himself. “When a felon’s not engaged in his employment. Or maturing his felonious little plans,” Tommy sang as he still had his hands down his pockets, moving back and forth. Tommy continued to wait as he got out his phone and played Croosy Road. “Ah, come on. Come on! Come on!” shouted Tommy as he looked at his phone intensely, playing Crossy Road, trying to beat his high score of 1,978. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! Oh, wait! No. No! NO!!!” shouted Tommy indignantly as he only managed to get a score of 1,973, not breaking his high record of 1,978. Tommy threw his phone to the floor and fiercely swung his arms all over the place. “I am not touching this phone again at all!” shouted Tommy as he crossed his arms, looking away from his dropped phone. Tommy stood there, having his arms crossed, his back behind his dropped phone. Tommy then dropped his arms to his sides and turned around. “Okay. I’m just kidding. I still want to use it,” said Tommy as he goes down and picks his phone up, still on the Crossy Road app, which he promptly he gets out of, and instead, goes on YouTube to look up and watch try not to laugh compilation videos. “Oh. Oh, my god! How is that possible? Did he really do that?” asked Tommy as he looked surprised watching how a guy tried to punch a stop sign, missed, and ended up falling to the muddy ground instead. “Oh, I love watching these videos. Such a good way to pass the time, especially when you’re WAITING FOR YOUR BROTHER TO GET OUT OF A RANDOM BEDROOM IN THEIR GRANDMA’S HOUSE SO THAT THIS GUY AND HIS BROTHER COULD LEAVE THEIR GRANDMA’S HOUSE!” shouted Tommy very loudly so he could get Frank’s attention, causing to Frank to just get out. “Jeez. I mean, talk about struggling to pay attention,” says Tommy as he shakes his head and rolls his eyes. “Ooh! No way! No! No! He didn’t just- HAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tommy laughs hysterically. “No way did that guy just lost his hair and just was, like, turned off when that roller coaster was coming down,” said Tommy as he continues to wheeze and laugh at what he watched. Tommy laughs and wheezes so much, he starts to cry. Tommy stops laughing so intensely and loudly, starts to breathe and relax, and wipes a few of the tears coming down his face. “Wait, what was I doing?” Tommy asked as he looked confused and turns his head around to the door. “Oh, yeah! That’s right,” said Tommy as he smiles while looking at the half-opened door. “Okay, how long has it been since you’ve been in there?” asked Tommy as he checked his watch again to see the time. The time is precisely 5:40 and the time, last time he checked before, was precisely 5:18. Tommy gets bothered knowing this. “Okay, dude, what do you think you’re doing in there, wasting so much time?” asked Tommy as he was agitated. “That’s it. Screw this. I’m just coming in this room to see what you’re doing and get you out,” said Tommy as he pushed the half-opened door away and got inside. Tommy sees his brother, Frank, on the bed, looking very stressed and disturbed. “Hey, Frank, what’s wrong? What going on? Is there anything bothering you that’s causing you to just stay up here?” asked Tommy as he became less angry and walked over to the bed that Frank was sitting on. Tommy sat down next to Frank and had his arm wrapped around Frank’s body. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, there’s a problem, Tommy. And it really bothers me. A lot, actually,” says Frank as he nervously swallows air and holds his hands together in a very anxious manner. Tommy nods his head, understanding how Frank feels. “Okay, what’s the problem? What’s making you feel this way, man? asked Tommy. “Well, it has to do with something in the house, Tommy,” Frank says as he looks around the whole room awkwardly and rubs his arms nervously. “What?” asked Tommy. “What is this thing? This thing, did you steal this thing? Is it in your pockets somewhere?” asked Tommy as he quickly looked down to Frank’s shorts to see if he had something in them. “No,” said Frank. “Did you take it to the car? Did you give it to someone here or out of this house?” asked Tommy. Frank shook his head. “Nope,” replied Frank as he still nervously rubbed his arms and looked around the room while also rubbing the back of his neck. “So, you didn’t steal anything?” asked Tommy as he got his hands out in Frank’s direction to make sure that Frank’s response was honest. “Yeah,” Frank says as he still looked away from his brother, looking at everything else in the room and nervously rubbed his knees. “Alright, that’s good. That’s good,” said Tommy as he nodded, put his hands down, and looked away from his brother. Tommy looks back at his brother. “Did you break something?” asked Tommy. “Is this thing you broke somewhere in this room? Is it somewhere in the house? I can help you fix it if you really need any help?” asked Tommy as he smiled at his brother and held his brother’s hand, which was still on one of his brother’s knees. Frank looked at Tommy, raised his eyebrows, and looked away once again while holding the back of his neck. “Yeah, no. No. That’s not it. I didn’t break anything,” Frank said as he looked down uncomfortably. “Look, what I did- uhmmmm…” Frank said as he still looked down. You know I have a lot of hobbies, right? A lot of things that I like to do,” said Frank as he looked up at Tommy, still looking nervous and uncomfortable. “Yeah, dude, I know. You like to do some of the stuff I like to do. Play video games, watch YouTube, play a few board games every now and then, read some comics, listen to a bit of great rock music. I know you like to rock out to Blink-182, Green Day, and occasionally, ‘ol Ozzy Osborne A. K. A. the King of Rock,” said Tommy as he started to play on some pretend rock guitar, making a few sounds as he pretends. “Okay. Okay. Tommy, pay attention to what’s going on, okay? I don’t need you rambling on and on over these things,” said Frank as he touches his brother’s back, wanting him to focus. “Alright, I get ya. I understand that now’s probably not the best time,” said Tommy as puts his hands down and looks back at his brother, getting back to the matter at hand. “You know this NEW, um, hobby of mine, the one I don’t want our mom and dad to know about because it makes me feel weird,” said Tommy. “Oh, yeah, I know. I know what you’re saying. I know what you’re talking about,” Tommy says as he nods and smiles to his brother. “You‘be been really enjoying yourself lately. Masturbating all the time. You always on the toilet, making mom and dad think that you needed to see someone because you were using the bathroom for so long. You’re always using those magazines, going to those websites. I think I went in one time when you were really going at it. I mean, dude, you were just, like, totally, like-“ said Tommy as he gets stopped by Frank when Frank lightly smacks him in the back of his head. “Okay, you can stop now,” said Frank a little aggressively and embarrassed to let Tommy know that he got it with how much he has been enjoying masturbating. “I brought one of the magazines I use whenever I-“ Frank says as he stops and feels weird talking about masturbating. “You know, pull a crank yanker, really please my private parts,” Frank says as he looks down and lightly smacks his thigh embarrassed. “I brought that mag with me so I can have a moment with myself,” said Frank. “It was really hard to even try and masturbate while we were here at grandma’s house. You know, as we have to do things as a family when we go to see other relatives in our family. Mom and dad always watching the both of us, making sure we’re always close so we can be with family, have fun with a family. You know, all that stuff,” Frank said as he looks away from his brother, rubbing one of the sides of his face and crosses his arms. “However, I did managed to actually still masturbate while we were here,” Frank says as he still crosses his arms and looks at his brother. “It was around 3-to-4ish, around the end of the day when I masturbated. I went upstairs around that time and I had to use the bathroom,” said Frank. Tommy looks at Frank and raises one of his eyebrows at him. “I ACTUALLY had to use the bathroom. I had to pee. After I peed, I had to wash my hands and dry them off. But, as I was drying my hands, I realized how, when I was upstairs, I was alone. There was no one upstairs. No one,” Frank said as he looked at his brother and uncrossed his arms, spreading his arms out to emphasize how alone he was. “So I got out a folded-up magazine I had in one of my pockets, took off my pants, my undies, went over to the toilet, and…….You know, did it,” said Frank. “I was just done masturbating, and I was going to put away my mag in the trash because I got one of the pages “a little bit too wet,”” said Frank as he air quoted to Tommy. Tommy looked grossed-out over what Frank did. “But grandma was yelling at me to hurry up and come down so I can be with everyone else. And so, I immediately got out of the bathroom and got down stairs to be with everyone else. My hands were filthy, though. I went over to a table in a room next to the stairs that had hand sanitizer on it. But I remembered that I still had the mag with me. I panicked, and I had to hide it. I saw a cookie jar that was also on the table, and I quickly opened it, put the mag away in that jar, and hid it far under the table. And before we were going to leave, she said she was missing a cookie jar,” Frank said. “You put a jizzed-up magazine in a jar full of cookies?” asked Tommy, really grossed-out. “Yes,” replied Frank, having his head down out of shame. “Look, dude, that’s really gross and stupid, but I think you’ve learned something from this. Don’t do this ever again forever and ever,” said Tommy. Frank smiled. “Okay, I won’t, and I’ll be more careful next time,” said Frank. Tommy nodded and stood up with Frank. “You wanna find that jar, talk to grandma about what you did, and then throw it away? Do you also want to watch some YouTube and play a bit of Crossy Road to feel better?” asked Tommy. “Big time yes,” Frank happily replied as he and Tommy walked out of the bedroom together.