“DJ totally lied. That gas station was freaking far, man!” I said bent over gasping for air.
“No, it wasn’t. You’re just gotten lazier and more out of shape since staying here,” scolded my brother as we reached the Jones’ front gate. “It’s idiotic to get so comfortable in times like this. You would think you learned your lesson by now, but nooo! Not you!”
“Geez, will you lighten up already?! You’ve been picking on me the whole walk here. Give me a break!”
He continued, “It’s also idiotic to be so trusting. I have half a mind to ditch both of you and this suicide mission and go back in the house and take a nice long nap!”
“And I have half a mind you’re full of shit, I said smirking. "I saw your face back there when Vince held that girl in his arms. You know what you’re doing is right, but you just won’t admit it. Am I right? Come on. Admit it.”
“I’ll admit that you’re an idiot. How about that?”













