Scrambled Up
Part 2/4
Josh figured Drake was skipping, as per usual, when he didn't show up for their next class together. When he didn't turn up for lunch, Josh got a little concerned. When the final bell rang and Drake was still nowhere to be found, Josh went into freaked-out brother mode.
He spent a good half hour looking around the emptying hallways of the school, since Drake apparently couldn't be bothered to answer his cellphone. He finally resigned himself to the fact that Drake had just gone home early and that the sooner he left, the sooner he could pummel his brother for making him worry so much.
He headed out to his car, pulling out his keys as he went. He opened his back car door to throw his backpack inside, and instead ended up with a head swinging downwards and striking the metal of the car with a faint thud and a not-so-faint curse.
"Drake?"
His brother just blinked back at him.
"How'd you even get in?"
Drake held up a straightened hanger and grinned lazily. "I have determined that if your car was worth anything, it'd be really easy to steal."
"That's nice."
"Well, at least no one would want to, 'cos it's a piece of crap."
"Gee. Thanks, Drake- you know, I just spent half an hour looking for you, so quit insulting my car!"
Josh hauled Drake out of the backseat, where he had obviously been sprawled out quite comfortably- at least, before Josh interfered. "Why were you looking for me?"
He raised his eyebrows at Drake. "Did you hit your head that hard? I figured you were pissed about Hist-"
The expression on his brother's face darkened instantly. "We are not talking about that," he hissed, shrugging off the hand Josh had laid on his shoulder. Josh opened his mouth to say something, but Drake just walked around to the other side of the car, got into the passenger side, and crossed his arms.
So Josh just shoved his backpack in the backseat and slammed the door shut before getting into the driver's seat- and slamming that door too.
"Want to go to the movies tonight?" asked Drake brightly.