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“Oliver?” Frank asked incredulously.
Oliver leaned over the open window, smirking slyly in a way that caused a s
low smile to grow across Frank’s mouth. That is, until Oliver said somethin
g that Frank found rather unusual. “Oliver ain’t here.”
Frank raised an eyebrow, and then smiled like he would had he been told a
funny joke. “Okay, then. You can be Bonnie and I’ll be Clyde. Now get in h
ere.”
“Okay, Clyde,” Oliver responded as he opened the door and dropped himself
into the passenger seat. “But you ain’t calling me Bonnie unless you want
a punch in the mouth. I’ll go with David, thanks.”
The smile faded from Frank’s face, and as he stared as the other boy relaxe
d and put a dirty foot up on the dashboard, he felt himself color. “David?”
he repeated. “Oh... hey, man. Sorry about that... uh... your brother... we
ll, Oliver’s mentioned you, he just never said...” Frank trailed off, blink
ing hard. The resemblance was uncanny. Twins. He’d met twins before. Even i
dentical twins, but never two that looked completely identical. There was a
lways something. Some small difference... Perhaps David’s hair was combed a
little neater, and there was definitely a difference in his mannerisms...
his facial expressions. There was something rougher about David. Noticeably.
“Well, he’s mentioned you a couple times, too. Frank. So where’re we head
ed?”
Frank had to take a moment to collect his thoughts as he shook his head at h
imself. “I guess I was going into town.”
“For?”
“To look around, I guess.”
“I suppose it’s as good a reason as any,” David replied, and then turned hi
s head to look at Frank. “So what’re you waiting for? You know how to drive
this thing, don’t you?”
Frank found himself frowning at the impatient tone, but shifted into drive an
d turned onto the main road. It definitely wasn’t Oliver sitting next to him.
The drive was silent for the next five minutes, as Frank stole quick glanc
es at his new companion, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He was normally a
n outgoing individual when it came to strangers, but there was something a
bout David Martin that was just plain unapproachable.
“So where’s Oliver?” Frank finally asked.
David glanced at Frank sidelong. “Miss him, do you?”
There was something a little too teasing about the remark for it to be con
sidered friendly. Frank frowned. “I was just asking because your mom didn’
t seem too happy when I brought him home yesterday.”
David released a tight, humorless laugh. “Don’t worry about Oliver. Everyon
e loves Oliver.” He sounded almost bitter.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Forget it. Turn left up here. I’ll show you a shortcut.”
Frank turned his attention back to the road again. There was a place to turn
off up ahead, but it sure didn’t look like a road to Frank. What it looked li
ke was a narrow alley that turned off into the woods, and he didn’t like the
idea of turning onto a road when he couldn’t see where it went. But, not want
ing to appear as uneasy as he felt, Frank followed the instruction.
“Oliver says you guys don’t go into town,” Frank said. “Is it true, or did he
mean just him?”
“We don’t do a lot of things. But I do a lot of things no one else needs to kn
ow I do,” David said cryptically.
Frank just shook his head, and did some more thinking, deciding that it wa
s possible that David didn’t want to say too much about his family. There
was obviously something wrong there. From what Frank had gathered the day
before, David got into trouble a lot, and for some reason, when that happe
ned, Oliver was told to go to his room. Frank didn’t think asking David wh
at he’d done would get him any answers he was looking for, so he tried a d
ifferent approach.
“You know... I spent quite a bit of time with your brother yesterday... and it
’s none of my business, but...”
“But you’re gonna butt in, anyway?” David remarked. “Alright then, go on
ahead.”
Frank sighed. “Look, I just think it’s messed up, the way your parents treat h
im,” he said. “He’s actually a pretty cool guy, and it’s not right he doesn’t
have any friends just because he’s... different.”
David must have found something amusing about what Frank was saying, be
cause he laughed. “Different?”
“He’s not like anyone I’ve ever met before,” Frank said honestly, recalling
the way that Oliver smiled so easily. He looked at David challengingly. “I h
appen to like him.”
To Frank’s surprise, David’s expression turned serious, and he gave Frank
a nod. “Good. So you’re not gonna listen when my parents tell you to stay
away from him?”
“Probably not,” Frank admitted. “I told him we’d look for frogs together.”
David laughed at that, too. “Okay, Frank.” And when David grinned a familia
r crooked smile, Frank was finally able to relax.
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