I shook my head. "Nope. I think it just hit me that I have a night off and I wasn't spending it sleeping for a change."
He grinned. "I guess we helped each other out then."
I smiled back and we emerged from the movie theater into the warm summer night. There was a nice breeze and the humidity from the day had faded quite a bit. It was perfect.
"Wanna see my new place?" he asked me.
"I thought you hadn't moved in yet."
"We haven't, not technically, but we can drive by. Jacks is excited because the neighborhood has a really nice communal pool and playground. There's even a splash pad."
I knew exactly what neighborhood he was talking about and I would never, ever be able to afford a house there. Well, maybe in twenty or thirty years if I turned Crave into a franchise and had stores all over Texas.
Still, I wasn't quite ready for the evening to end, even if reality had brought me back to Earth with a resounding crash.
"Sure."
This time, Brody beat me to the passenger side door and opened it for me, smirking when I sighed. When he did things like that...well, it no longer seemed like a platonic evening out. I climbed into the car and muttered a grudging thank-you, which made him smile even more.
Brody just laughed and shut the door. That's when inspiration struck.
I waited until he rounded the car and reached out toward the driver's side door handle. Then I hit the lock button.
"Really?" I heard Brody ask from outside, his voice muffled.
He grabbed the handle and the doors automatically unlocked, but I'd been waiting for that. I hit the button again before he could open the door.
"Cameron," he said.
I giggled and ignored the warning in his voice. He tugged the handle again, but I was waiting for it. I used to do this to my brother, and by extension, him, all the time when we were younger and they were forced to give me rides to school or pick me up from my extracurricular activities.
This time, Brody pulled out his key fob, gave me a sinister grin, and hit a button on it. The car alarm blared, drawing the attention of any people within a fifty-foot radius.
"Oh, my God," I groaned, ducking down in the passenger seat when heads swiveled toward the noise. I crouched on the floor and put my head on my knees.
From my position on the floorboard, I heard the locks bleep and then the alarm chirped before it died. Then Brody started laughing. Not just laughing. Guffawing.
Deep, rolling belly laughs erupted from him, so loud that I was sure they could hear him in the lobby of the movie theater.
I lifted my head from my knees and glared at him. "It wasn't that funny, Brody."
He just kept laughing, smacking the steering wheel with his right hand as he rocked back and forth in his seat.
"Brody!"
He wiped his eyes as he calmed somewhat. "God, I wish J.J. had a car alarm in high school. It would have saved us so much time and annoyance."
"Whatever," I grumbled, levering myself back up into the passenger seat.
"C'mon, Cam. You wouldn't have done it if you didn't think it was funny. You're just mad because I got the best of you for a change."
I didn't say anything because it was true and we both knew it.
Brody still had a huge smile on his face as he started his car and drove out of the parking lot.
A few seconds later, I was smiling out the window because he was right. It was pretty funny.
"I see that shit-eating grin," he commented.
