Friday arrived and as did chaos in two closets.
"I have nothing to wear!"
"Shut up, squirt, you sound like a chic!"
"I'm not the one trying on one outfit after another!"
"It's called improvizing, you should try it sometime!"
"That doesn't even make sense!"

Shouting across the halls, the pounding on each and every step up the stairs wasn't something all that new as their mother appeared in the middle of the hallway "Guys, guys, what's going on here?"
Shuffling out of his room holding a pair of clothes in each hand, Rodrick looked almost dumbfounded "Where's all my good stuff?"
Gregary appearing by his door as well, their mother only looked at her older son with an exasperated look on her face "Good stuff? Rodrick, you never had any good stuff, your clothing was just trash." She said as she dropped her hands onto her thighs.
"What? My clothing was golden! I mean..." Looking to the side then shifting his legs, he pointed back into his room with a thumb. "What about my Eat Shit T-shirt? You didn't throw it away, right?"

Two hands on the steering wheel, two ovul-shaped - eyes outlined by his mothers makeup - focused on the dark road and an anxious pair of teeth nipping at chapped flesh.
Taking a glance at his smaller brother, Rodrick smirked at the innocense his brother still witheld. How could he be so scared to go to a party? Sure, strange people, loud music, but it's not like the people that were gonna be there were any older than 16-18.
"If you're gonna hurl, I suggest you lower your window; I can't have your baby vomit all over my new drum-set."
"I'm not gonna hurl, okay? I'm just..." Lowering his gaze as he brought himself to staring at his entangled fingers, Greg looked pretty good with a small bit of eye-liner on his bottom lid. "worried."
Arching a brow and snickering quietly, the bigger brother only stopped due to slight worry for his brother. Why would he be worried? It's just a party. They had one or two before, originally the kid would be more excited than anything.
"What?" He asked uncertainly. What else could he say?
Taking a deep breath and arching his back, Gregary seemed to be preparing to say something. "What if I...you know...get too drunk and make a fool of myself?"
Well that was unexpected.

And as the bigger was absorbing the question, a stop-light greeted the moving white van. Slowing to a stop, Rodrick let go of the wheel and dropped himself back against the seat. His brother had already had experience with alcohol? He himself hadn't touch a bottle of anything until 16 years old, and it definitely took part in his hunger for unnecessary freedom.
Looks like Gregary wasn't like him at all, in contradiction to previous beliefs.

"Well, listen here bro," Rodrick started, slapping the back of his hand against his brothers firm thigh - huh, looked like he was working out or something. "I've got your back, and if you do get shitfaced; I'll be there to steal you away."
A smile recieved and a strained smile given, Rodrick could only look away from an awkward few moments of locked eyes - and it was then he realized, he had to have been the only one finding the time awkward at all. Wiping at his mouth with his hand, he gave the van gas and bid the green light goodnight.

It was a fairly big house, though the typical american taste to it wasn't exactly Rodrics favorite flavor. Though, it seemed Greg was fascinated by the all-american white fence, blue window-sills, red door and green, green grass by the look on his face - that, or he was amazed by how loud the music was or how many tall and short teenagers crowded inside and out.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed.
Case rested.

"Alright, when we get off this van, Greg, follow my lead. Get it?" He said with a stern look on his face and bowed head. Truthfully, he only knew a friend of a friend of the party-host, so it'd be almost just as new to him as it will be to his little brother. Afterall, he had only kept in contact with his 2 band-mates and met a few older peeps on the road, but as far as old friends, zip.
"Got it." Greg nodded in agreement, looking small under his big brothers intense gaze.
"Good."