He slipped into an alley a few blocks away and followed it until he came to where it let out onto another street. He spotted the garage and walked over to it, nodding to the people sitting on their porches. Draven knocked on the half raised garage door before ducking under it and walking in. There was a tall, red-headed boy standing at a workbench in a white tank top and baggy jeans. Draven grinned and walked over, clapping him on the back.
"Wassup Silas?" The boy grinned back and lightly punched Draven on the shoulder, his yellow-gold eyes shining in the dark garage. Draven glanced down at what Silas was tinkering with. It was a rifle. Draven's eyes widened.
"Your dad finally let you touch his rifle? He used to beat your ass if you even came within two feet of that thing." Silas nodded.
"Yeah, my old man finally let me clean it. Took forever for him to loosen up about it though." He turned to Draven. "You ready to go?"
Draven nodded and turned to head out of the garage but Silas stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Draven glanced back at him, raising his eyebrow. Silas tapped his own cheek and handed him a mirror. Draven took it and glanced at his reflection. His eyes widened as he saw a mark in the shape of lips on his cheek. He blushed hard and wiped it off with his sleeve. Silas hid a smirk and watched as Draven set the mirror down, ducking out under the half raised garage door.
Draven waited outside for a few minutes before Silas ducked out from under the door. Draven lightly hit him on the head, smiling faintly. Silas straightened up, scowling at Draven and muttering names under his breath. Draven rolled his eyes and started walking down the drive, Silas following close behind.
"Yeah, yeah. Call me whatever you want. Just hurry up. We're gonna be late."
"Not my fault someone got here as late as they did."
"Hey! I was tired and it was nice out. Of course I'm gonna fall asleep. And it isn't my fault the cafe is so far from your house."
"Excuses, excuses."
It was Draven's turn to grumble at Silas, who returned the whack to the head. Draven rose a hand and rubbed the back of his head as they walked down the street, smiling. This was normal for them. It always ended with...
"Hey, don't forget you owe me a pack of Skittles. You ate mine the last time we had them, you pig."
"Already got them, bro." Draven laughed and reached into his pocket, tossing the Skittles to Silas as they turned the corner. Silas grabbed them out of the air and shoved them into his pocket, grinning like a child.
"How did you know?" Silas chuckled as they ducked into the arcade. Draven shrugged.
"Most likely because I know you, thanks to our parents." This caused Silas to groan.
"Ugh, yes. Our parents. Why in the world did they have to be friends from high school?"
"I dunno man..." Draven shrugged as they walked over to the table where some guys were sitting. They were greeted with cheers as they pulled up two chairs. Draven plopped down and was immediately assaulted with punches on the arm. He smiled and jumped into the current discussion, which was a debate on whether or not creatures like vampires and werewolves were real or not.
