Twins

~Nosey Twins~

Loud rock music fills the garage as Noah works on his bike. He doesn't hear the knock on the door frame or the footsteps of his father, but he does feel his hand on his shoulder. Noah jumps and turns to see his father standing there. "Turn this shit down!" His father yells.

"What?"

"Noah! Turn it down!" Noah frowns and holds up a finger before going to his stereo and turning the music down a lot.

"What did you say?" His father sighs and gives him a look.

"New rule, if this is going to be your place then keep your music down. I don't want to have to get a phone call from the station saying that my neighbors are complaining about my own house." Noah grins and leans against his workbench, wiping oil off his hands with his rag.

"Sorry, dad." The garage has more or less became his since he turned sixteen. Noah and his twin brother Stiles are identical, but the two are complete opposite. The only thing they have in common is their ADHD. Engines keep Noah's ADHD away and help him focus. Noah isn't a hyper-spastic teen like his brother, he's the calmer of the two, but he does have his moments. ADHD sure is a bitch.

"Noah, did you even hear what I said?" Noah's head snaps up to see his father staring at him. With ADHD, Noah is easily distracted and he is always spacing out. It's why Noah has always had a hard time with school. His teacher could be talking, but Noah would be more focus on the way the branches sway with the wind. "Noah." Noah blinks as his father snaps his fingers in his face. "Have you had your Adderall today?" Adderall it's the most common drug used for ADHD. It keeps the person calm and focused, but it is also very addictive and if you take too much then it just makes your ADHD worst. That's why Stiles is the way he is because he takes so much of it. Noah hates the stuff. It always makes his mind feel weird and his body feels messed up.

"Dad, you know I hate the way that shit makes me feel."

"Language."

"I'm just saying, dad, I prefer to just work with my engines to keep my mind focused." Noah is an amazing mechanic, anything with an engine he can fix. When it comes to being a mechanic Noah's ADHD is never a problem. It's the only thing Noah can ever focus on.

"What about your school work?" His father asks. "You and Stiles are just getting by."

"I'll do better this year, dad, okay? Promise." He sighs and nods, ruffling Noah's hair.

"I'm trying, junior, I really am." Noah frowns before stepping forward, pulling his dad into his arms.

"I know dad and I know it's not easy without mom, but you're doing a good job with us. I promise." His father nods and hugs him back before pulling away.

"Work just called, I gotta go take care of some things. I probably won't be home until late tonight."

"Okay, be safe."

"I will." His father smiles before heading for the door. "And, Noah?"

"Yeah?"

"Keep that noise down." Noah smiles and nods as his father walks out. Noah looks at his bike and smiles. He had just finished with the oil change, so he was done for the night. He wiped his hands down once more before grabbing his phone from where it's connected to his stereo, and he puts his phone in his pocket before heading inside. His jeans have oil all over them and so does his muscle shirt.

"Hey, did dad leave?" Noah glances over to see his brother standing there, practically bouncing on his feet.

"What did you do now?" Noah asks with a sigh as he moves around him to the stairs.