Laundry.

I waited and waited for Rorke's package to come in while he was away. There was still so much I wanted to do for my friend to repay him for taking me in so I decided to do laundry to pass the time. I filled up the washing machine with a bunch of our clothes then I thought, eh, what the hell? Might as well take care of it all. I stripped off my shirt and pants and put them in the machine as well. Right after I started it up, there was a knock on the door before I could get dressed.

"Seriously!?" I padded over to the door in nothing but my black briefs and peeked outside before opening it all the way. As Rorke promised, the package was there and no one was around. I remembered the door still had knack for closing and locking on it's own from yesterday's experience. So I quickly tiptoed out of the apartment nabbing the box on the ground and rushed back to the door which was already closing.

"Jack!?"

I started at the sound of my name. I ended up dropping the box in the apartment and turned around to meet whoever called me. The door shut closed behind me.

"Oh, Fuck!" I pressed my foot against the wall grabbing the door handle. No matter how much I desperately yanked, pulled, and pushed the door remained locked.

There was laughter coming from behind me. No doubt the person who called my name was having a laugh at the guy in his skivvies trying to break in to his own apartment.