These Wild Days

"Brewster, wake up Brewster…"

20 year old Myles Brewster slowly awoke with great discomfort as something cold dripped onto his forehead; slowly he opened his eyes which were immediately closed again as the bright sunlight blasting through his open windows was too much to take immediately.

"It's the sun man not Medusa, you can open your eyes" A male voice says; a make voice Myles immediately recognizes as his old friend Rory Lee.

"The fuck?" Miles groans as he sits up, putting his hand up to his forehead and wiping away the wetness. He doesn't need to open his eyes to know Rory is holding a partially frozen water bottle that he allowed to drip right over his face. Rory owns the copyright to that action as he did it every time he came to the Brewster family home and Myles wasn't awake yet. It was annoying as all hell to the young man however it wasn't anything that he couldn't live with. Myles opens his eyes into a squint and looks over at Rory, who is as expected standing next to his bed with a partially frozen water bottle.

"The fuck indeed, come on get up. We got somewhere to be" Rory says without elaborating, instead turning around and walking out of the room.

"Hold on" Myles speaks in a groggy tone with sprinkles of whining on top. "What time is it?"

"5 minutes till 2:50" Rory calls from somewhere outside of the room.

It takes a moment for his barely awakened brain to process that information but once it does; Myles immediately goes into alarm mode.

"Wait what?! Anyone else here right now!" Myles yells out to Rory.

"Nope" Rory calls out from even further away than before. "You were home alone when I got here."

"Crap" Myles mumbles to himself as he tosses the blanket off of his body and stands up out of bed. He wasn't going to hear the end of this and he knew that for a fact. About a week earlier; Myles had been fired from his job as a dishwasher at a local barbecue joint. And his mom and dad had been thankfully understanding about the whole thing, saying that they weren't going to get on his back about it as long as he was actively looking for a job instead of, you know, sleeping in and playing video games all day. Technically he hadn't been doing all that; he had been playing video games all night and sleeping all day.

Yup, that was going to be a lecture to be heard later today.

Both his mom and dad weren't the type to wake him up to talk to him about it, both were the type to look in and disappointedly shake their heads to themselves because their son was not up as they were leaving to work to start searching for a job. Which fairness to both sides; yeah he should be looking for a job but also both of them left to work at like 7 in the morning and that was just too early for the 20-year-old.

And quietly he was slightly irritated that neither of his parents were being so hard about his sister getting a job despite the fact that she hadn't had one since he was about 17 and she was a year older than him.

"Yo, I'm going to steal one of your dad's glass bottle Cokes and be out in the car" Rory calls out far enough that he's barely audible to Myles.

"Alright" Myles says nowhere near loud enough to be heard by Rory. He gets up out of bed and rushes over to his closet and haphazardly grabs a grey t-shirt before heading over to his dresser and randomly pulling open one of the drawers and yanking out a pair of black and blue gym shorts.

Once again rushing out of his room, Myles crossed the hall and went into the bathroom. Quickly brushing his teeth before stripping out of his sweatpants and white T-shirt and tossing them off to the side of the bathroom, leaving himself in nothing but boxers and socks. Despite knowing his friend is waiting outside for him; Myles stops to look over himself in the mirror.

He wasn't exactly ugly but he wasn't anything to write home about either. He was slightly muscular but that was nearly impossible to deduce with a shirt on. His face was okay looking; not a model but it was an appealing facial structure that was only emphasized with his green eyes. His hair wasn't particularly stylish but it looked good even with its unkempt nature and it's light brown color was rather appealing. Everything about his appearance was honestly rather okayish; he had to describe it to himself; which was a decent lack of self-esteem but not exactly no self-esteem either. The only thing about his appearance that he was not really positive on was his height.

A solid 5'9, above the average male height and definitely not short by any means but compared to most of the people in his life. It made him a little insecure; his dad was 6'1 and even his mom was taller than him at 5'10, his sister was even with him at 5'9, and Rory particularly made him insecure with the fact that he was a cool 6'3.

It wasn't a life ruining thing but it bothered the young man.

After a few moments of examination; Myles got back to getting ready. Quickly applying some deodorant before putting on the shirt and gym shorts.

After a quick trip to his room to get some shoes on and getting the essentials like phone, wallet, and keys. Myles then exited his house and slightly cringed with the reminder of what was to come later today with the empty driveway.

Parked next to the sidewalk, Rory sat sipping away at a coke in his slick silver convertible. Myles wasn't exactly sure what type of car it was but he knew it was a restored vehicle from either the '80s or the '90s and It had been something Rory had restored with his uncle and had been given as a gift for his 19th birthday about a year before.

"Took you long enough man, I think I was starting to feel the beard growing in." Rory says, placing the coke bottle into a cup holder and sitting up properly in the driver seat.

"That doesn't even make sense" Myles shot back as he walked around the car and opened the door to the passenger seat. Slipping in as easy as he always did.

"Yes it did but that's not the point" Rory replied, starting the car as Myles closed the passenger side door.

"So where are we heading?" Myles asks as Rory starts driving down the road. Myles was used to this at this point; this being Rory randomly dragging him along into stuff without really giving him details.