#4 : He Ain't Heavy…
"The gym was pretty tough, or rather, Lindy was pretty tough. But then again she is a professional wrestler, so I guess I couldn't ask for a better fitness coach. Even if I do feel like I'm about to have a coronary. I just wanted to go home and relax, but Lindy had other ideas…3 dates? In one night? Me? No way!"
"Oh great, you're home," as Josh is straightening his tie and brushing the dust off his rarely-worn tux, Drake breezes into the room carrying a plastic bag and heading for the television, "You'll never guess what I bought."
"Drake…" Josh is interrupted,
"Demon monsters four!" he sounds like a small boy. Josh blinks,
"Demon monsters four?" the excitement isn't just one-sided.
"Yeah!" Drake holds the game up towards him, "With extra gore!" he finally takes in his brothers' appearance and frowns, "What's with the threads?"
Josh smiles, glad it's been noticed,
"You like it?"
"It's…ok. Although it's a little bit fancy for playing the game sphere,"
Josh smiles,
"No, it's not for that, Lindy organised me a date, well, actually three dates."
"Three?"
"Yeah,"
"Who with?"
Josh shrugs, pulling on his jacket,
"I don't know. Friends of hers I guess,"
His brother snorts,
"Right, let me guess, two monkeys and a chimpanzee."
"Drake!" Josh can't hide his frustration, and he turns around to face him looking hurt, "I thought you said you'd show me some support."
Drake looks back at him, unremorseful,
"Yeah? Well maybe I take that back."
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Silence settles over the bedroom as Drake sits down to play his game, he seems unmoved by the argument, although Josh keeps glancing in his direction, clearly upset. He runs his hands through his hair and checks his watch,
"I gotta go," he heads for the door, "Wish me luck?"
"Nope."
Josh's face falls.
"You know Drake, I know you don't like Lindy, and maybe you don't like the fact that I'm the centre of attention for once, but this is something that means a lot to me, and I'm going to do this with or without you."
That said, he storms out and slams the door.
For a second Drake just sits and carries on playing, as if he either hasn't heard or doesn't care. But eventually he turns off the game, glances towards the door, and sits back heavily on the couch, troubled.