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Theodore tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove in the dark. The road around him was slightly misty but clearing up as more cars moved on it. He yawned glancing over at Zion who was looking out of the window in the passenger seat, occasionally pointing something out or turning to talk to Theodore when something popped into his mind.
Another argument broke out in their house at 3 AM, this one between some of William’s friends who were staying over and had already been up all night listening to music and talking loudly. Theodore was tired and angry and did not want to provoke a bunch of his parents’ drunk friends so instead of intervening like he usually did, he helped his distraught little brother who had been woken by the raising voices and smashing glass get dre
