I was on John's front porch. I looked up and the red car with the passenger window open was idling, bro was smugly smiling at me. He was relaxed as I stiffly sat in the front with him.
"Hey there young lad, you called?" Bro said in a cockney accent.
"Hi." I opened the door and climbed in.
He switched to his normal voice, "Hey there sport."
There was a pause.
"You don't look too hot, what did you do Dave?" He sounded concerned and pissed both at the same time. I rolled up my window with sadness.
I sniffled and grunted, "Drive."
"Woah woah woah I know you have shot-gun but you don't get to call the shots-really-what is up Dave?" He said lowly and shut the car off.
"Just things didn't work out and I don't know...I shouldn't of been there, we should of done different stuff and like well-"
"Did you at least have fun?"
"Not really I mean we cuddled a bit and that was pretty good but being an understanding friend feels like I'm getting walked on every second of the day, I don't know...its just drama. Oh yea I am also piss ass sick because of him."
I held my head and adjusted my shades.
"What's wrong?" He asked again though I just told the man.
I sighed loudly.
I swung my shades off and stared at him, "Bro, please...just drive."
In reaction to this Bro started the car and I slumped back in my seat. I couldn't help but notice Bro giving me sideways glances every so often. I pretended not to notice.