My Brother's Best Friend
Will comes around the corner, pulling off his shirt.
“What's for dinner?” he asks, wiping his sweaty forehead with his workout jersey.
I don’t answer, but he doesn’t expect me to. Will isn’t my favorite person, and he knows it. When I realized he was the other roommate, I nearly left, but I need this place. Since the rent is divided, it’s one third cheaper because of Will—now one fourth because of Adam’s sister. Thank God. Working these double shifts at the garage is killing me.
“Nothing, man, I need to talk to you real quick,” Adam says, waving him in.