"Okay, Boomer. These are for you." Brick said. He through the clothes on to his little brother's bed. Boomer stared at the pile, his expression completely blank. The red eyed boy slowly stepped out of the room. He stood close by the door waiting to hear Boomer scream.
He ended up standing in silence. "Why isn't Boomer screaming like a little girl and cussing me out about making him look like an emo?" Brick scratched his head, wondering why Boomer didn't seem upset.
"I went through all this trouble to make him angry, and he doesn't even show any emotion! He should be yelling at me to go get him 'real' clothes." Brick's confused expression morphed into a frown.
Just as quickly as Brick made it to the door, it swung open to reveal his younger brother. Although Brick was hoping for an angry face, he came face-to-face with a happy one. "Oh, my, god! I love these clothes! I thought I wouldn't look good in things like this but wow! I'm freaking hot!" Boomer exclaimed as he literally skipped down the hall.
Brick continued to stare, unmoving, at the place that his brother was just standing in. "…What! Boomer? You ruined everything!" He yelled at no one as he stormed off, disappointed by the outcome of his devious plan.
Boomer was in the washroom, staring at himself in the mirror. "I'm the hottest emo guy to ever live! Well, I guess I'm not an emo but still! I'm as hot as hell!" Boomer admired himself. "I love Brick to death!" Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Boomer, get out! I need to ask you something!" Brick called from the other side of the door. Boomer strutted out the door.
Brick watched as Boomer walked down up to him like a model on a runway. He stared in disgust. "What, are, you, doing! What's wrong with you!" Boomer shushed him. "I feel awesome." "Don't you think you're over exaggerating? It's just clothes!" Boomer's smile disappeared. "Yeah, but I like fashion. So sue me!" He placed his hands on his hips. "So what were you going to ask me?" Brick looked at him for a quick second then made a noise. Boomer gasped.
Brick ignored his, girlish demeanour, and took a deep breath. "Would you be interested in helping Star out in the kitchen?" Brick asked nervously. "Oh, sure! I love cooking!" Boomer agreed., making Brick sigh with never ending relief.
"Thanks so much!" Brick said, and went back to his room. But before he entered he turned back to his brother. "Okay, you should go to the kitchen now, she's going to be preparing dinner now." Boomer's eyes widened and he dashed down the main hall.
