Luke refuses Mark’s offer

“No fucking way. There’s no way I’m gonna let that happened. Please, Mark. This has to be a complete secret, I don’t want anyone to ever talk about this day ever again,” Luke hissed with venom at his brother, motioning for him to follow him out of the room as they walked toward the front door. “Just help me out this one time. Please. I’m your little brother, I’ve helped you out of tighter situations than this one. We’ve always had each other’s backs.”

“Maybe. I’m probably still gonna call you Hanes, though,” Mark grinned. “Or Tighty-Whitey Lukey, that has a good ring to it!”

He teasingly slapped Luke on the ass and started to open the front door.

“Tell you what. If you have the balls to come out here, walk to my car, I’ll drive you to mom and dads. They probably have some of your old clothes. But you gotta put in some effort for my entertainment if you want my help,” Mark said, slowly walking out into the open world. The younger brother couldn’t resist what he was saying - Luke reached for the keys to his home and swiftly walked outside, locking the front door. “Here, give me your keys, I’ll hold onto them for you since you clearly don’t have any pockets.”

Luke nodded and gave Mark his keys. His brother quickly ran to his car and started the engine, motioning for Luke to follow. The youth groaned as he saw his neighbors walk by his porch, an elderly couple who suddenly gained ten years worth of shock as their eyes bulged out as they caught him. He awkwardly placed his left hand over the bulge of his underwear and waved at them with his free hand. This shit was the fucking worst. Luke sprinted over to the car once they were gone and was stunned to find out the passenger door was locked. He knocked on the door repeatedly - Mark inched the window down an inch.

“You forgot to unlock the door.”

“Yeah, about that,” Mark said, his eyes rolling upward as devious thoughts entered his head. Luke’s soul dropped into the pit of his stomach, his eyes widening in horror at his brother’s betrayal. “I decided to change my mind. I’m gonna go out on the town for an hour or so to do some quick work - don’t worry. You can hang out with your neighbors or take a walk down a couple of blocks while you wait. The cold air could do you some good. I’ll keep your keys nice and safe for you.”

“Fuck you!”

Mark drove off and Luke began to futilely chase after him, only giving up when he tripped over an unfortunately placed rock in the middle of the street. He fell to the ground and groaned. How could his brother do this to him? He was stuck outside, no phone, and Mark wouldn’t be coming back for another hour. This was literally hell on earth. “Fuck me,” Luke mumbled to himself, kicking the rock as he stood back up to his feet.

How was he gonna get through this hour?