Dreams

Part 1

Pov: Cory

   I walked into Dude Perfect Headquarters 2. Garrett was sitting in the booth, while Cody was burning something on the stove. Tyler was whistling from somewhere down the hall.
   "Morning," Cody greeted.
   Garrett glanced up from his phone. "Sleep well?" He asked.
   "Morning, guys," I nodded, although I felt sluggish, and I definitely didn't get enough sleep."I slept great," I lied. I walked over to see what Cody was cooking.
   "Want some eggs?" Cody inquired. I glanced in the pan. Something black, crispy, and long replaced what was supposed to be breakfast.
   "Those are eggs?" I raised my eyebrows. It honestly looked more like bacon.
   "Yup," Cody replied. I yawned. "Hey! Not in the food," Cody scowled. I just grinned.
   "Morning, Cor," Tyler greeted, taking a seat across from Garrett. "Whoa," Tyler grimaced when I turned around. "You sleep ok?" He inquired.
   Now it was my turn to scowl. "I slept fine." I sounded a bit too defensive, and I hated lying to the guys.
   Tyler held up his hands. "Ok, it was just a question. Jeez." He turned back to Garrett, and started making small talk with him.
   "Did Coby get here yet?" I asked Cody.
   He shook his head. "I haven't seen him."
   I noticed Cody's eggs were turning to leather. "Why don't I go pick up some donuts," I suggested.
   Tyler poked his head out, "That'd be great."
   I walked out to my truck, but not before a text from Coby popped up.
Can you pick me up?  He texted.
   At home?  I replied.
   Yea  was his response.
   I yawned again. To be honest, I was exhausted. I really didn't feel like driving, but I couldn't say no.
   Ok. I'll be there in a couple minutes. I typed. All I felt like doing right now was sleeping.
   I drove to Coby's house; my eyelids drooped. His wife kissed him as he headed out the door. "Be safe, Honey," she called after my twin.
   "We will," he answered.
   "Hey, Cobes," I greeted, as he climbed up in my truck.
   "Hey..." his voice dragged out when he turned to look at me. "You ok?" He asked. A concerned look crossed his face.
   "I'm fine. Why?" I yawned again.
   "You sure? Maybe I should drive." He started to get out.
   "No. Just get in." What was wrong with everyone. "Why?" I repeated. I laid my head on the steering wheel. I could of fallen asleep.
   "You look exhausted. You sure you're ok?" Coby laid his hand on my shoulder.
   "I'm fine," I replied hastily. I put the truck in reverse.
   "Watch it!" Coby grabbed the steering wheel. He shoved my foot down on the brakes. Something crunched.
   I rubbed my forehead. "What?" I didn't look at Coby, just leaned my skull back against the headrest. I closed my eyes. A headache made it hard to think. "God help me," I mumbled.
   "Cory!" I must of passed out because Coby was shaking my shoulder when I opened my eyes. He looked worried.
   "What's wrong?" He put his hand against my forehead. I turned away. This was embarrassing. What was wrong with me anyway? It couldn't just be the lack of sleep.
   "I'm fine, just tired," I mumbled. I could tell he was debating something.
   "Ok," he submitted, "but move over, I'm driving." 
   I willingly accepted.

Pov: Coby
   When I first saw Cory this morning, it scared me. He looked like a zombie: lifeless, depressed, and like he was about to drop over dead.
    I wanted to drive, but he told me he could handle it. When he hit the tree at the end of my driveway, I obviously knew he couldn't handle it. I grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it sideways. I also shoved his leg so his foot was on the brake.
   "Watch it!" I yelled. A soft thud followed. "What was that for! You could of killed us. Get out!" I jumped out of Cory's truck to inspect the damage. Nothing too bad I decided. I just stood there a few minutes, trying to cool my anger.
   When I walked back to the driver's side of the truck, I about fainted. Cory lay slumped against the steering wheel. His unconscious form scared me so much. At first I thought he was dead. I checked his pulse and his breathing which were both ok.
   "Cory!" I panicked. I shook him violently, but he still didn't respond. I didn't know what to do so I called Tyler, all the while shaking Cory and calling his name.
   "Hey, Cobes, what's up? Where are you?" I glanced at the time. He was right: I was late. But right now it didn't matter.
   "I called Cory and..." I gushed.
    "Whoa. Slow down. What's wrong? I'm putting you on speakerphone," Tyler interrupted.
   "My truck's at the shop so I called Cory for a ride." I took a deep breath, glancing at my unconscious twin.
   "Ok. Go on," Tyler encouraged.
   "And I guess he was tired, but he hit a tree coming out of the driveway."
   "Ok. And?"
   "He was fine, but then I went to look at the damage, and when I came back he was lying unconscious against the steering wheel." My worry was clear in my last sentence.
   "Ok." Tyler responded, "And you're sure he's okay? No need to call an ambulance?"
   "I think he's okay." I glanced at Cory again. Nothing had changed.
   "Okay," Tyler paused. "I have to go. Tell me when he wakes up. Take him home then. Got it? If he's not up in an hour, take him to the hospital."
   "Ok. I got it," I replied. Then he hung up.
   I was afraid to move Cory in case anything actually was wrong, so I just stood there. I licked my lips. I figured I had better grab Aubrey. I was surprised she wasn't out here.
   "Cory!" I tried one last time. And it actually worked. His back straightened the slightest bit. I shook him, and he raised his head. His brown eyes were clouded.
   "What's wrong?" I whispered, concerned for my brother's well-being.
   He looked away. "I'm fine," he mumbled. "Just tired," he added. He fiddled with the change in the cup holder.
   I took a breathe and swallowed. Should I pressure him for more information? I decided to just let it go. I would ask him on the way home.
   I doubted he would let me drive, so I was surprised when he obliged.
   He slid over, and I jumped into the driver's seat.
   I took another deep breathe, preparing on what I should say. I didn't want him to get defensive or angry, but I also wanted to know what was going on.
   "Cory," I started, but paused. I glanced at my twin as I backed out of the driveway, only to find him slumped against the door. It alarmed me at first. Was he okay? Then I remembered how tired he had been so I let him sleep.
   Then I called Tyler to tell him the outcome.

End of chapter.
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