me when no za | ollie&gideon

Gideon Thatcher.

”DUDE! You are blocking the door!”

”Gideon please, help me get up.”

I should just do it, leave his frail ass on the ground but dad will deffo cut me from the will if I just step over him. ”Fine,” Holy shit he is lighter than a bag of powder, even my weak trembling arms can pull the skeleton back onto its feet. Science really fucked up with us two. Put the big brains in the broken body and no brains in the perfect body! George can’t deny it though, even without his pale face and hollow eyes, I am definitely the better looking brother (;!

”Just go sit down somewhere before you keel over again.” My brother huffs and puffs, I watch him walk towards his usual armchair in the lounge before leaving the house. Must be a sad life that, it is why dad is pumping me with all these drugs. At least I’ll accomplish something, saving the brains of the family while losing a few of my own cells.

Right so today’s call of action. It is a day off from being prodded and poked in the lab, and there is not a single biology class in the schedule. It is my time, my time spent with my good pal Ollie! There is not much to say about him, not much I can remember about most of our time spent together. I have got the biggest medicine company in the District in my back pocket but somehow Ollie always supplies the best green stuff. It is always a good day with Ollie.

”Sorry I am late man!” We bump chests when Ollie wraps his arm around my neck, I follow as he leads the way to the goods. ”My bro nearly died again, had to tuck him in before I left.” Good deed for the day and all of that.

Ollie spreads the goods out on the bench, chats some shit about numbers that rolls right out of both of my ears. ”Right, the dollars.” I rummage in the back pocket of my jeans, there’s a few bills scrunched up in there, probably more than enough to cover Ollie. ”Here,” Yeah I definitely just dropped forty dollars on the bench, oh well. Pocket change to dad. ”Oh yeah and the paper.” They are rolled up more neatly in my other pocket, seems a fair deal and there is no way I am enjoying this by myself.

”Will you roll ‘em?” I say, waving the paper in Ollie’s face. ”My hands are still on one from the last experiment.” Both of my hands are literally vibrating, have been none stop for days now. ”I am hoping Mary Jane will cure ‘em.” I just watch my right hand tremor, it is quite amusing actually, might help me with some stuff. ”They’d be good pleasers though, really would be a shame to lose this. Earn us a few bucks, therapist’s hands!” Not that I need to earn money.