Wait more.

Luke ran as fast as he could to his doorstep among a throng of spectators. When he finally got to his house still carrying his load of cash in his arms he pounded on the door as loudly as he could. "Max! Are you there? Let me in!" Luke kept knocking away fruitlessly until he realized Max's car was missing from the driveway.

Luke smacked his forehead as he remembered Max telling him about going to the grocery store earlier. Nobody was home to let him inside. Luke looked downward at the bulge in his front created by the the wad of cash stuffed in his drawers. Taking a deep breath, he turned around and faced the crowd of people who have gathered on the street before his home to watch what they can about the boy running out in broad daylight in nothing but his tighty-whiteys. With no keys and no one home, Luke had **** but to stand before a group of people now taking out their camera phones to capture this humiliating memory forever. Luke blushed before the onslaught of camera flashes as he waited with baited breath for either his brother or Max to come home to let him in.