March 14th: 9:46pm
Chase lied on the roof of his house, staring up at the stars with his hands behind his head. He sighed, wishing he could be up there, with the billions of stars, with nothing to worry about.
Michael teleported and appeared beside Chase, sitting down beside him.
"Whatcha thinkin' about? I can see those gears turning." Asked Michael.
"Nothing." Replied Chase.
"Aight, I'm hungry. What's for supper?" Asked Michael, lying back on the roof.
Chase shrugged, keeping his eye contact with the stars above him.
"Dunno, I'll plan it out in a bit."
Michael rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed by the fact that he wouldn't be receiving his meal as quickly that he thought he would.
"Then I'll be inside." He said before standing up and teleporting inside the house, landing on the couch.
Chase nodded, and sighed, feeling a bit used by his older brother. His days consisted of waking up, an argument, Michael going to a girls house, coming home, eating the food Chase had prepared, and repeat.
He continued lying down and staring up at the sky.
Michael reaches down under the couch to take out a weapon magazine, and began reading it, putting his feet up on the table in front of the couch.
Chase teleported inside, appearing in the kitchen, and began cooking. The smell of ribs filled up the house, as the sound of sizzling meat began to sound.
Michael sighed, tossing the magazine to the side.
"About time. I'm starving." He complained, rubbing his stomach.
"Sorry.. I just wanted to relax." Replied Chase.
"Yea well, your older brother is hungry, so cook faster."
Chase nodded, turning up the heat on the stove to speed up his cooking.
Once the meat was freshly cooked and steaming, chase set the sauce covered ribs on two plates, and carried them out of the kitchen to the living room. He set the plates on the table, and a small pile of napkins beside the plates, and began eating.
Michael sighed in annoyance before speaking.
"Where's my beer?" He asked.
Chase looked at him, and swallowed his bite of meat.
"Sorry, I forgot." He said before wiping his hands and standing up, walking to the kitchen again.
He sighed and opened up the fridge, taking out a beer and walking back to the living room and setting it down beside Michael's plate, sitting down on the ground again.
Michael took the beer bottle and opened it without being grateful, and took a long awaited swig.
He sighed in satisfaction and began eating his ribs messily.
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