Insanity

Chapter 9: Ice Cream, Withdrawals and Cars

I doubt this is properly edited, but oh well. I really hope you like it and this is dedicated to Monica, because she looked after me after a tough time and because she's still the first person who sees this stuff :)

Chapter 9: Ice Cream, Withdrawals and Cars

 

  "I can't believe you did that!"

  We were all laughing as we walked into the mechanics where Dylan and I worked. We were talking about his prank during the assembly.

  "How did you even get that microphone anyway?" Ivy asked through a laugh.

  Dylan tapped his nose with a wink because he knew something we didn't.

  "Did you see his face!? Oh my God, if we don't get detention again for this I'll be surprised!" Crystal giggled.

  "Remember, it was only Dylan who got detention this time," I said.

  "And thank God too, I didn't want to look after my little brother," Dylan agreed with a mischievous smirk.

  "Wait, he already got detention?" Crystal asked, confused.

  "Well yeah, as you were trying to stop your tears of laughter ruining your makeup, Mr. Timesler gave Dylan Saturday detention again," Ivy explained.

  "He has Saturday detention!?" Ray appeared with an angry expression.

  "Sorry mate, Ryder can have my shift," Dylan said.

  "Oh you bet he will. You're fired."

  Everyone stopped laughing about the assembly prank.

  "You're kidding again, right?" Dylan seemed almost desperate.

  "Sorry mate, but you can't keep skipping out on work or breaking things instead of fixing them. We've wanted to fire you for quite some time, but we never had someone to replace you with. Hey, maybe Danny will let you take care of all of his bikes for him," Ray apologised, and he genuinely looked sad, despite the fact that Dylan broke more things than he fixed.

  Dylan shrugged, he looked reserved. "It's okay man, I'm sure Danny can find me something. Besides, Ryder's better at this than I am." He clapped me on the shoulder, but it was a little harder than what I would've liked.

  "Right. Well, Ryder can you get to work on that motor over there? We need it fixed by tomorrow." Ray pointed to the rusty motor sitting on the ground to the side of where we were standing.

  It was extremely rusty and looked like it needed a lot of work.

  "Great," I sighed.

  In the end Dylan, Roman, Ivy and even Crystal helped me to get the motor sorted in just a few hours and we all managed to get home in time for dinner.

  Well, they did anyway; my Dad was sitting at the kitchen table looking miserable over some home cooked pasta.

  "Did you make that pasta?" I asked.

  He nodded sadly. "There's some more in the fridge if you want it."

  I quickly grabbed it and sat across from him. "You know, I'm really sorry about getting home late, I'm trying to work out all of my hours for my new job. How about tomorrow I make us some pizza, or order some since I usually burn stuff anyway?"

  "It's okay son, that's not the reason why I feel like watching a sappy chick flick," He choked out a laugh in the end, and I knew something was definitely wrong. My Dad was like me, we hated any sappy love shit unless things were going really bad and we wanted something to feel better about. We picked sappy chick flicks because we always had better lives than the morons in the movie. So, for him to want one of those, something was seriously wrong.