sean + hayden [ o6.o8.14. ]
It was around five in the morning, the week before finals. Not even summer yet, but Sean's late nights with Benji were already getting later. As if they weren't chaotic enough during the school year. His breath smelled of booze, his clothes like smoke, and he had no idea where his keys where. That's how the dirty blonde had found himself standing in his mother's petunias leaning against the window that looked into the bedroom he and his brother shared. The tired boy knocked steadily and slowly on the window, waiting for his brother to stir. It wasn't even a knock really, just a dull banging on the glass from the palm of the boy's hand.
Before the words had even left his brother's mouth, Sean was pulling himself in the window. It wasn't a very agile thing, and he probably looked ridiculous. His left elbow hooked over the inner sill, and his right leg scrambling to get a foot hold. When he did finally make it in, he was gasping. He dropped like a sack of bricks onto the floor below him, in between his brother and the wall. "Goddamn," he said, grabbing his head in pain. "'m already in, Haydick. It's not even that bad." It totally was that bad.
Now he knows dragging Sean through the house is a worse idea than letting the stench fill the room. So, he improvises. He gathers his brother up as best he can and quiet unceremoniously pushes him out of the window again. He knows it's going to be unappreciate by Sean when he lands on the ground, but he needs to do something about that smell. "Shut up before you say anything because it /is/ that bad and you're not getting both of us in trouble." He's hopping out of the window himself before his brother can go anywhere and he's unwinding the hose before turning it on, standing over his brother with a rather peeved expression. "Try to run and we're going to have even more issues than trying to explain to mom why I have to hose you down."
Again, Sean's head hit the ground, but this time it wasn't carpeted. "Goddamn," he repeated, blinking his eyes as he tried to recover. "Haydick -- now I smell like mulch. Which is basically shit." His head was throbbing at this point, half from the abuse it had been taking and half from the hangover that was coming over him. Suddenly a cold rush of water was being spayed over him, and the boy rolled over and curled up like that was going to help him get away from it. "Great," he mumbled, "Now I'm covered in mulch mud."
Hayden took the pressure off the nozzle, keeping the water from continuing for the moment. "Can I trust you not to run off if you stand up and let me wash everything off?" At this point, he's starting to think he'll have to coerce Sean into brushing his teeth, tongue, and cheeks three times to at least ease the smell for their parents not to notice. Honestly, they had two more weeks before they could go off on their own and Sean /had/ to go out and do shit like this. Especially right before finals.
Sean just grunted and held up a hand for Hayden to help him up. He figured he'd get the idea. Unlike Hayden, Sean didn't care about finals or any of that crap. In the fall, he wasn't headed anywhere, and he wasn't even thinking about what would happen if he got caught by his parents. Hayden had a future. Sean had a past. That was the main difference between the two of them.
Hayden rolled his eyes before helping his brother to his feet. He's never thought things through. He's only ever looked back on them. Hayden's always been the opposite, thinking through the consequences for the both of them. It was exhausting in the long run. "Two weeks, Sean. Two weeks and you're free to do what you want without dragging me down with you." His words had a surprising lack of bite even as he turned the cold water on Sean once again, being sure to clear as much of the mud as he could before tapping his brother's chin. "Open your mouth. We're doing a rinse before you go and brush."
"'m not draggin' y'down. Look'it man. two weeks till you're out of here. Go out with a bang." Sean grinned. He really thought it would do his brother good. "Me and Benji'll probably go out tomor-- tonight. You should come. Just don't be so --" he gestured groggily in the general direction of Hayden, "Y'know." He let out a large yawn, the kind that stretched his face out to the point where the skin felt too tight. His mouth however, clamped shut as his brother told him to open him. He shook his head frowning and then, through a clenched jaw, said, "No way in hell." It was hard to believe he was the older one sometimes.
He's not going to mention how everything Sean gets in trouble for getting related back to him. Their parents have always been big sponsors of the 'look out for your brother' club and members of the 'he's your responsibility' association. Everything Sean did got him in trouble indirectly. "You know I hate Benji." The asshole has nearly gotten Sean killed on more than one occasion. Sean's like of foresight didn't help a bit. "Open your fucking mouth, Sean." The bite is obvious in his words and he's about two seconds away from prying his brother's jaw apart himself.
"You don't give Benji a chance," he said, his mouth still shut tight. Sean gave his brother a pointed look. "If you gave him a chance you mind find out he's actually a pretty good guy." And in Sean's eyes, he was. Always down for a good time, and he seamed to bounce back no matter what the pair got into together. Others the boy had hung out with in the past tended to bail after the first pitfall. Benji was there for the Friday nights, and didn't care about the Monday mornings. Basically, he was Sean's kind of guy. "Mm-mm. I'll drink a glass of w'uter, thanks. No house in the mouth."
