Loud rock music fills the garage as Noah works on his bike. He doesn't hear the knock on the door frame or the footsteps of his father, but he does feel his hand on his shoulder. Noah jumps and turns to see his father standing there. "Turn this shit down!" His father yells.
"What?"
"Noah! Turn it down!" Noah frowns and holds up a finger before going to his stereo and turning the music down a lot.
"What did you say?" His father sighs and gives him a look.
"New rule, if this is going to be your place then keep your music down. I don't want to have to get a phone call from the station saying that my neighbors are complaining about my own house." Noah grins and leans against his workbench, wiping oil off his hands with his rag.
"Sorry, dad." The garage has more or less became his since he turned sixteen. Noah and his twin brother Stiles are identical, but the two are complete opposite. The only thing they have in common is their ADHD. Engines keep Noah's ADHD away and help him focus. Noah isn't a hyper-spastic teen like his brother, he's the calmer of the two, but he does have his moments. ADHD sure is a bitch.
"Noah, did you even hear what I said?" Noah's head snaps up to see his father staring at him. With ADHD, Noah is easily distracted and he is always spacing out. It's why Noah has always had a hard time with school. His teacher could be talking, but Noah would be more focus on the way the branches sway with the wind. "Noah." Noah blinks as his father snaps his fingers in his face. "Have you had your Adderall today?" Adderall it's the most common drug used for ADHD. It keeps the person calm and focused, but it is also very addictive and if you take too much then it just makes your ADHD worst. That's why Stiles is the way he is because he takes so much of it. Noah hates the stuff. It always makes his mind feel weird and his body feels messed up.
"Dad, you know I hate the way that shit makes me feel."
"Language."
"I'm just saying, dad, I prefer to just work with my engines to keep my mind focused." Noah is an amazing mechanic, anything with an engine he can fix. When it comes to being a mechanic Noah's ADHD is never a problem. It's the only thing Noah can ever focus on.
"What about your school work?" His father asks. "You and Stiles are just getting by."
"I'll do better this year, dad, okay? Promise." He sighs and nods, ruffling Noah's hair.
"I'm trying, junior, I really am." Noah frowns before stepping forward, pulling his dad into his arms.
"I know dad and I know it's not easy without mom, but you're doing a good job with us. I promise." His father nods and hugs him back before pulling away.
"Work just called, I gotta go take care of some things. I probably won't be home until late tonight."
"Okay, be safe."
"I will." His father smiles before heading for the door. "And, Noah?"
"Yeah?"
"Keep that noise down." Noah smiles and nods as his father walks out. Noah looks at his bike and smiles. He had just finished with the oil change, so he was done for the night. He wiped his hands down once more before grabbing his phone from where it's connected to his stereo, and he puts his phone in his pocket before heading inside. His jeans have oil all over them and so does his muscle shirt.
"Hey, did dad leave?" Noah glances over to see his brother standing there, practically bouncing on his feet.
"What did you do now?" Noah asks with a sigh as he moves around him to the stairs.
"Nothing!" Noah shakes his head as he walks into the bathroom. He can always tell when Stiles is lying, it doesn't help that Stiles answers to quickly and makes it obvious.
"Stiles, I have to take a shower. I'm covered in oil and grease, so just wait outside." He tells his brother before shutting the door in his face. Noah turns the water on and strips before hopping into the shower. He groans as the hot water washes over his sore back. Spending time hunched over a workbench or engine all night really makes him cramped.
Noah washes his hair with the shampoo and then conditioner. He doesn't need the conditioner with his short hair, but it makes his hair feels soft, so he likes using it. Once he's done with that he washes up and then rinses off. Altogether his shower takes fifteen minutes. He steps out into the steamy bathroom and dries off. "Got you some clothes." He hears his brother say outside the door. Noah wraps the towel around his waist and opens the door.
"You really are rushing me... why?"
"Just being helpful."
"Stiles." Noah sighs as he pulls his favorite white v-neck on, which he had cut the sleeves off, and then motions for Stiles to turn around.
"Noah, we're identical."
"Turn around." Noah says with annoyance in his tone. He knows Stiles is right, but he still feels uncomfortable with it. The thing is that Noah and Stiles are even more different than most twins. Not only are their personalities different, but so are their sexualities. Noah is gay and Stiles is straight. Once Noah realized that, him and Stiles changed a lot of things simply because it made Noah uncomfortable to have a twin brother and be gay and still change in front of each other.
"Whatever, but you do realize I could care less if you're gay and naked."
"Yeah, but I do, so drop it." Noah says as he drops his towel and pulls on his boxers and then his jeans. He buckles them up and then grabs his towel, running it through his hair once more and then throwing it in the laundry basket. Noah is an organized mess. His clothes are always wrinkled and baggy, his hair is always never brushed, and his room has everything all over the place, but he knows where everything is.
"Okay, you done?"
"Yeah." Noah closes the bathroom door and heads to his bedroom.
"Good, so I listened to dad's phone call." Noah rolls his eyes and sits on his bed, pulling on his socks and boots.
"Not the first time." Noah tells him as he begins to tie his boots up.
"No... but, that's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"Dad got a call from the station. They're sending in every available Beacon Hills Police Department's officers and even state police."
"What for?" In this town, nothing is ever serious enough to call the staties in.
"Some hikers found a dead body." Noah pauses and raises an eyebrow.
"A dead body?" In this town, you get many calls about broken mailboxes, vandalized cars, and buildings, missing dogs, but never anything about dead bodies and if they're sending in staties then that can only mean that it's looking to be a homicide. "Do they know who it is or how the person died?"
"No." Stiles had that stupid grin on his face that causes Noah to sigh.
"What else is there?"
"They only found half the body."
"Explains why dad went out so late. They're looking for the other half."
"Yup." Noah leans back in his bed and looks at Stiles.
"Let me guess, you wanna go look for it."
"Yup... you coming with?" Stiles had always been the twin to get into trouble. He was hyper and nosey. This isn't the first time he listened to their dad's phone call or snoop in their dad's case. Noah preferred to let their dad do his job and not butt in, but Stiles never did the same.
"Stiles, dad won't be happy-"
"Pleeeeease, Noah, pleeeease." Stiles begs. "You're my twin brother and I want to do this with you. It'll be fun."
"Yes, because nothing is more fun than going into the woods in the middle of the night to look for half of a dead body." Noah drawls.
"Noah, when have I ever asked you to do something for me?"
"Hmm, let's see. One, being born first because you were too scared to go first." Stiles snickers. "Two, fixing your jeep more times than I can count, so that is probably ten times you asked me for something right there. Three, when you asked me to ask Cece if Lydia was interested in you. Four, when you asked me to do your math homework because math is the only thing I'm good at. Five-"
"Okay, I get it, but can't you just do me another favor."
"That's probably the twentieth time you said that to me before."
"Noah." Noah sighs and looks at his brother.
"Fine, but I'm taking my bike and meeting you there. If you get your ass caught I am so not getting in trouble because of your nosey ass." Stiles grins as Noah pushes him out of the way in order to head for the garage.