Consumed [Zombie Apocalypse] (Boyxboy)

4.) Joe

~Creston's POV~

"Creston...Creston...Cresty."

"Go away" I grumble, barely awake, as I roll over to face the other side of my bed bringing my sheets over my head as well.

"Come on Crest." My brother says sweetly shaking me gently.

I still give no response.

"We can go get Starbucks..." I pull the covers slightly down from my head only to reveal my eyes. I raise an eyebrow at him and he rolls his sparkling green eyes and smiles "and I'll pay."

I throw the covers off of myself and stumble out of bed quickly "Give me 15 minutes" I hurry to the bathroom and hurry up and get ready.

~_~

I skip down the steps and Joe is standing at the bottom of them waiting for me with his keys in his hands. Once I reach the bottom of the staircase I throw myself at him and give him a big hug. He laughs and squeezes me back really tight.

Once I am finally released from his death grip, I head towards the door and open it the welcoming  warm spring weather.

"You look like a whore," Joe says looking at my ripped up light wash skinny jeans.

"Oh" I reply "But how many girls have you slept with since you left last time?" I snap back raising an eyebrow at him.

"Touche." he laughs and shoves me out the door.

~_~

"I'll have a grande flat white and he'll have..." he gestures to the barista at me.

"A grande white chocolate mocha with a shot of raspberry." I finish his sentence.

"Basic." He coughs under his breath.

I hit him in the arm "Shut up."

"Would that be all for you?" The young blonde barista asks Joe while eyeing him like a piece of meat.

"No that's it." He scans his card.
"Here's your receipt." She hands him the receipt while leaning over a bit to show off her chest.
"Thank you very much" Joe replies and gives her a wink. Which she blushes at.

I just roll my eyes and give him a look as we walk over to the other side of the cafe "What?" He asks innocently

"You call me a whore." I mock.

He sticks his tongue out at me and ruffles my hair. This gets him a hard punch in the arm cause I absolutely HATE it when people touch my hair.

Once our names were called, Joe picked up out drinks and walked over towards where I was sitting on a couch. On his way, a group of girls were checking him out and giggling while whispering into each other's ears.

This happens almost everywhere we go. I will admit, he is extremely good looking. Sometimes I wonder how we are even related, let alone brothers. He is super tall, about 6'6", and he has silky, short, dark brown hair that he wears styled up and to the right. He is muscular and wears black-framed glasses.

Then there's short skinny me. But, apparently we have the same face if you look hard enough. That's what my mom says, but neither of us see it.

"So," he plops down onto the couch right next to me, taking a sip of his coffee "How's my little bro doing?"

"Fine." I state back simply, indulging in the heavenly basicness of my latte.

He gives me a serious look and slugs his arm around my shoulder. He moves closer to me and nods his head down towards my ear slightly. "Are you taking your meds?" He almost whispers in a very grown up and concerned voice.

"Are you freaking serious right now?" I half whisper half yell at him. I feel me face get red in embarrassment as though everyone now thinks I'm some suicidal depressed freak.

"Sorry Crest." He mumbles almost to himself "I'm just worried about you." His green eyes glisten as he pouts at me in an attempted apology.

"I know." I say shyly as my voice starts to become ever more quieter "I just hate when you talk about it in public."

"Sorry Crest." He gives me a slight squeeze with his arm that is around me. "Um... One more thing..."

I know where he is going with this before he even gets the rest of his question out "No, Joe. He hasn't been bothering me." I give him a reassuring smile and he gives me his signature perfect smile back.

"Hey!" He jumps up from the couch "Let's go to the mall." He grabs my free hand pulls me up from the couch. "We can shop around, go to the food court, and maybe see a movie later."

"Are you sure?" I question him "I wouldn't want any girls getting jealous of the oh so romantic date that you have planned for me." I sarcastically question him as I fake blush.

He glares at me and then cracks a smile "You're the weirdest fucking brother ever." He laughs and throws his arm around my shoulder and we crack jokes at each other the whole way out of the cafe and on the drive to the mall; where we spent the last normal Saturday before everything went to hell.