Josh paced the floor muttering to himself and something about Oprah. Drake watched his brother, his abs glistening with sweat before angrily pounding the wall. "This is your fault!" Drake pointed at Josh accusingly.
Josh yelled back at him, "Oprah wouldn't have gotten us stuck up here!"
"You're the one who forgot to put in a fricken door!"
"No that was your job!"
The brother's argument quickly ended as the heat became more apparent. Drake glared at Josh after a period of silence, "Why do you still have your shirt on?" he said feeling condescending.
"Last time I took off my shirt... You laughed at me and said to lay off the crispy crèmes! You know I love the crispy crèmes! They're CRISPY!"
"I don't know anything about your..creamy crispy...crispeam...whatever!" Drake threw his arms in the air frustrated.
The brothers both sat in separate corners of the tree house, still angry at each other until the hot sun set. Drake leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Josh watched his brother begin shivering and he quietly scooted closer. Josh sat close to Drake's side, watching his brother's breath make warm clouds in the air. Josh studied his brothers chest...contemplating what to do...hesitantly he wrapped an arm around Drake and held him close.
Drake woke up in the middle of the night and felt Josh's warm arms surrounding him. Drake hugged his brother back and decided that getting stuck in the tree house wasn't that bad after all.