Best Bros
Well, this was definitely something to be seen for the record books. Or, maybe not, since it used to happen so often at his old school, but, still.
Dirk Strider, who was pretty much the person who wanted the post attention without wanting it directly, was currently walking down the hall from his English class to his brother’s theatre class. His teacher had said how he could get some sense knocked into him once his brother found out about how he was acting out, but little did they know that he would just be acting out more when confronted with his brother. Probably because he hadn’t gotten a lot of attention as a child and now he craved it, especially from D, is the reason he was a little shit ninety-eight percent of the time. Moreso around his sibling, to be completely honest, so this wasn’t the smartest idea. Bursting into the theatre room, Dirk spun around and walked up to his brother, clamping a hand on the other’s shoulder and leaning against him. “Hey, bro, didn’t mean to interrupt your speech about Shakespeare or nothin’, but my teach told me to come down to because I needed some quality time with you.”










