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Chris pressed the gas and eased out of the parking lot of the high school. “Blake my man.” he said greeting his brother when he popped into the car. “Well my literature class was canceled today, apparently the professor finally had her baby last night. Anyway my day has been rather dull, any ideas on how liven up the rest of it? Like maybe the amusement park, or arcade, or something you're into. I’m dying for some quality time with my little bro. We haven’t really hung out since I moved back in.” Chris said light heartedly as he glanced at Blake in the passenger seat. Chris had only been at Dartmouth for about two years, but every time he came back home for holiday vacation, it seemed like Blake had grown another inch, and his voice had changed even more. It was kind of depressing that he might not even see Blake graduate high school.
Blake smiled as he relaxed into the seat, staring out the window as the school began to fade away in the distance. Chris actually wanted to spend time with him? His older brother seemed so preoccupied since he was back that Blake didn’t really expect him to want some time to hang out with his little brother. “Can we go see Deadpool? I haven’t seen it yet.” All of his friends had somehow convinced their parents to let them see the movie, but Blake had been unable to with his. Chris was cool enough, he would let him…. right?
Chris smiled at Blake’s suggestion. He remembered hearing their old man telling Blake that he was to young to see Deadpool, and that rated R meant something in their house. Mom agreed with Pop of course, she and dad were quite the parent duo when it came to discipline and rules. “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to see it too. It's all anyone talks about at the university right now. Perfect idea, popcorn sounds great too.” Chris made a left towards the mall, and then came to a stop at the red light. As he waited for it to turn green he spotted Tara jogging down the sidewalk. He honked at Tara to get her attention and then smiled charmingly as he waved at her. He remembered being class partners with her back in senior year of high school. Home Economic class had never been more entertaining, with freshman Tara around. The light turned green and he pressed the gas lightly. Lately his driving had become a lot less reckless. He wished he could have some control in his fate, and so driving more carefully and taking precautions was he way of helping his odds in the game of life and death. Dying in a fiery crash was more or less preventable, as long as there was no idiots on the road. Lucky Millington was basically a perpetually safe tiny town. Well minus the Reese parents.
Truthfully, Blake should have been going straight home to do his homework. At least that’s what his mom told him. That, and that he was grounded until “further notice.” His grades hadn’t pleased her, so she figured grounding him would do the trick. What Chris didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. “Awesome!” Blake filled with excitement, grinning as his brother agreed to the suggestion. Finally, he could be a part of the jokes going around at school about some kind of “baby hand” scene. Whatever that meant. “It’s good having you back, Chris.” He mentioned, glancing at the dark haired girl Chris had honked at while stopped at the light. He eyed her, trying to determine if she had been one of his brother’s previous girlfriends, but her face didn’t ring a bell. There had been too many to keep track of, honestly.
Chris turned into the Mall parking lot and parked his Jag in the shaded spot near the north entrance. “It’s nice being back Blake. You, Mom, and Pop are my most important people.” Chris said sincerely to Blake. He took the keys out of the ignition, and stepped out of the car. “Anyway, to the movies.” He said happily leading the way into the mall.
Chris had seemed more timid than usual.. not quite like the brother he remembered before he left for college. Blake had felt like asking if everything was okay within the past few days of his brother being back, but never worked up the courage to do it. Why had his brother even left college? He didn’t want to press… it seemed like a delicate topic between Chris and their parents. Instead, Blake decided to focus on the here and now. Deadpool! “So, have you scooped up any new girlfriends since being back yet?” Blake joked as they left the parking lot and entered the mall. Hopefully someday Blake could gain the confidence his brother had to swoon so many women. Sometimes it felt like that was what their father was most proud of for Chris, minus his star athletics. Blake, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have half the charm his older brother did.
A new girlfriend, or boyfriend for that matter, was not something Chris saw in his near future. Sex was something he had always been amazing at, just like soccer, but sadly he now had to abstain from both. ”None yet. There is quite an abnormal amount hot people in this town though, so I see a bright future ahead of me.” Chris said with just a twinge of sarcasm. They walked up to the ticket booth. “Two for Deadpool. Keep the change.” He said handing the pizza faced attendant a fifty dollar bill. “Do you have your eyes on any ladies at school? Or gents perhaps?” Chris asked grabbing the tickets and heading over to the snack counter. He looked over the list of popcorn combos, trying to decide on which he wanted.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone soon enough. You always do.” He laughed, watching his brother hand the attendant a fifty. That kid just got a damn good tip, but the extra cash really didn’t mean much to the Warren brothers. Standing at the snack counter, his eyes scanned the menu. “Oh… no, I don’t really like anyone at school…” His voice lacked the enthusiasm it had just a few moments ago. He was nothing like his older brother had been in high school, that was clear. “Uhm,” Time to change the subject. “Can I get a blue Icee?” He looked over to his brother, an innocent smile forming on his face. They both knew their parents didn’t usually support a giant cup of pure sugar.
”Get whatever you want, my man.” Chris said smiling right back at him, knowing Blake’s innocent smile was really just a mischievous one. Candy, pop, sweets, and sugar in general were not typically kept in the house. Their parents were both granola health nuts, and spent most of their free time training for marathons. The fact that they were both doctors did not help with the no junk food rule at home. “We’ll have one large blue icee, a large sprite, and two popcorns with extra butter. Oh, and a bag of skittles. Anything else you want Blake?” Chris asked handing the money to the cashier, as an attractive ginger scooped their popcorn order into buckets. It seemed like the right moment to cheat on his annoyingly restrictive diet, so extra butter is what it was going to be.
Chris really was the man. The one person who never let him down. In spite of how annoyed their mother might be when they got home, this was turning out to be a good day. “Nope, that’s it for me.” He said, taking the Icee from the girl at the cash register and instantly beginning to suck down the sweet drink. Suddenly, his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He took it out and read the text from his mother. “Where are you?” He frowned, but decided it was best to reply. Ignoring her would mean hell to pay. Quickly he typed back, “I’m hanging out with Chris. He picked me up from school.” It wasn’t exactly a lie… just not completely the truth, either. Placing his phone on silent, he stuffed it back into his jean pocket and began walking down the long hall of theater rooms to find theirs.
Christopher’s phone buzzed as they entered theater number eight. He let Blake choose where to sit as he checked his phone. It was a text from mom “Is Blake with you?” Chris sighed. His parents were busy with work most of the time, but they were always around when they really need to be. The over protectiveness thing was just apart of their mom's core personality. She had always been that way. It had been hard for her to conceive a baby at all let alone a second one. She always called Blake and Chris her little miracles after suffering from infertility for so long. “Blake is with me, we are just hanging out. I’m helping with some school stuff.” he texted the lie to his mother. In a roundabout way he was kind of helping Blake with the social part of school, by letting him see the most popular movie. Chris turned his phone off, and sat down next to Blake handing him one of the buckets of popcorn. ”If mom asks you later where we were, just tell her I was helping you with school stuff.” Chris whispered to him as the room darkened, and the trailers started playing on the big screen.
Chris pressed the gas and eased out of the parking lot of the high school. “Blake my man.” he said greeting his brother when he popped into the car. “Well my literature class was canceled today, apparently the professor finally had her baby last night. Anyway my day has been rather dull, any ideas on how liven up the rest of it? Like maybe the amusement park, or arcade, or something you're into. I’m dying for some quality time with my little bro. We haven’t really hung out since I moved back in.” Chris said light heartedly as he glanced at Blake in the passenger seat. Chris had only been at Dartmouth for about two years, but every time he came back home for holiday vacation, it seemed like Blake had grown another inch, and his voice had changed even more. It was kind of depressing that he might not even see Blake graduate high school.
Blake smiled as he relaxed into the seat, staring out the window as the school began to fade away in the distance. Chris actually wanted to spend time with him? His older brother seemed so preoccupied since he was back that Blake didn’t really expect him to want some time to hang out with his little brother. “Can we go see Deadpool? I haven’t seen it yet.” All of his friends had somehow convinced their parents to let them see the movie, but Blake had been unable to with his. Chris was cool enough, he would let him…. right?
Chris smiled at Blake’s suggestion. He remembered hearing their old man telling Blake that he was to young to see Deadpool, and that rated R meant something in their house. Mom agreed with Pop of course, she and dad were quite the parent duo when it came to discipline and rules. “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to see it too. It's all anyone talks about at the university right now. Perfect idea, popcorn sounds great too.” Chris made a left towards the mall, and then came to a stop at the red light. As he waited for it to turn green he spotted Tara jogging down the sidewalk. He honked at Tara to get her attention and then smiled charmingly as he waved at her. He remembered being class partners with her back in senior year of high school. Home Economic class had never been more entertaining, with freshman Tara around. The light turned green and he pressed the gas lightly. Lately his driving had become a lot less reckless. He wished he could have some control in his fate, and so driving more carefully and taking precautions was he way of helping his odds in the game of life and death. Dying in a fiery crash was more or less preventable, as long as there was no idiots on the road. Lucky Millington was basically a perpetually safe tiny town. Well minus the Reese parents.
Truthfully, Blake should have been going straight home to do his homework. At least that’s what his mom told him. That, and that he was grounded until “further notice.” His grades hadn’t pleased her, so she figured grounding him would do the trick. What Chris didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. “Awesome!” Blake filled with excitement, grinning as his brother agreed to the suggestion. Finally, he could be a part of the jokes going around at school about some kind of “baby hand” scene. Whatever that meant. “It’s good having you back, Chris.” He mentioned, glancing at the dark haired girl Chris had honked at while stopped at the light. He eyed her, trying to determine if she had been one of his brother’s previous girlfriends, but her face didn’t ring a bell. There had been too many to keep track of, honestly.
Chris turned into the Mall parking lot and parked his Jag in the shaded spot near the north entrance. “It’s nice being back Blake. You, Mom, and Pop are my most important people.” Chris said sincerely to Blake. He took the keys out of the ignition, and stepped out of the car. “Anyway, to the movies.” He said happily leading the way into the mall.
Chris had seemed more timid than usual.. not quite like the brother he remembered before he left for college. Blake had felt like asking if everything was okay within the past few days of his brother being back, but never worked up the courage to do it. Why had his brother even left college? He didn’t want to press… it seemed like a delicate topic between Chris and their parents. Instead, Blake decided to focus on the here and now. Deadpool! “So, have you scooped up any new girlfriends since being back yet?” Blake joked as they left the parking lot and entered the mall. Hopefully someday Blake could gain the confidence his brother had to swoon so many women. Sometimes it felt like that was what their father was most proud of for Chris, minus his star athletics. Blake, on the other hand, didn’t seem to have half the charm his older brother did.
A new girlfriend, or boyfriend for that matter, was not something Chris saw in his near future. Sex was something he had always been amazing at, just like soccer, but sadly he now had to abstain from both. ”None yet. There is quite an abnormal amount hot people in this town though, so I see a bright future ahead of me.” Chris said with just a twinge of sarcasm. They walked up to the ticket booth. “Two for Deadpool. Keep the change.” He said handing the pizza faced attendant a fifty dollar bill. “Do you have your eyes on any ladies at school? Or gents perhaps?” Chris asked grabbing the tickets and heading over to the snack counter. He looked over the list of popcorn combos, trying to decide on which he wanted.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone soon enough. You always do.” He laughed, watching his brother hand the attendant a fifty. That kid just got a damn good tip, but the extra cash really didn’t mean much to the Warren brothers. Standing at the snack counter, his eyes scanned the menu. “Oh… no, I don’t really like anyone at school…” His voice lacked the enthusiasm it had just a few moments ago. He was nothing like his older brother had been in high school, that was clear. “Uhm,” Time to change the subject. “Can I get a blue Icee?” He looked over to his brother, an innocent smile forming on his face. They both knew their parents didn’t usually support a giant cup of pure sugar.
”Get whatever you want, my man.” Chris said smiling right back at him, knowing Blake’s innocent smile was really just a mischievous one. Candy, pop, sweets, and sugar in general were not typically kept in the house. Their parents were both granola health nuts, and spent most of their free time training for marathons. The fact that they were both doctors did not help with the no junk food rule at home. “We’ll have one large blue icee, a large sprite, and two popcorns with extra butter. Oh, and a bag of skittles. Anything else you want Blake?” Chris asked handing the money to the cashier, as an attractive ginger scooped their popcorn order into buckets. It seemed like the right moment to cheat on his annoyingly restrictive diet, so extra butter is what it was going to be.
Chris really was the man. The one person who never let him down. In spite of how annoyed their mother might be when they got home, this was turning out to be a good day. “Nope, that’s it for me.” He said, taking the Icee from the girl at the cash register and instantly beginning to suck down the sweet drink. Suddenly, his phone began to buzz in his pocket. He took it out and read the text from his mother. “Where are you?” He frowned, but decided it was best to reply. Ignoring her would mean hell to pay. Quickly he typed back, “I’m hanging out with Chris. He picked me up from school.” It wasn’t exactly a lie… just not completely the truth, either. Placing his phone on silent, he stuffed it back into his jean pocket and began walking down the long hall of theater rooms to find theirs.
Christopher’s phone buzzed as they entered theater number eight. He let Blake choose where to sit as he checked his phone. It was a text from mom “Is Blake with you?” Chris sighed. His parents were busy with work most of the time, but they were always around when they really need to be. The over protectiveness thing was just apart of their mom's core personality. She had always been that way. It had been hard for her to conceive a baby at all let alone a second one. She always called Blake and Chris her little miracles after suffering from infertility for so long. “Blake is with me, we are just hanging out. I’m helping with some school stuff.” he texted the lie to his mother. In a roundabout way he was kind of helping Blake with the social part of school, by letting him see the most popular movie. Chris turned his phone off, and sat down next to Blake handing him one of the buckets of popcorn. ”If mom asks you later where we were, just tell her I was helping you with school stuff.” Chris whispered to him as the room darkened, and the trailers started playing on the big screen.
