The garage is dark and silent, the door wide open. Jack can see a thin slice of the night sky, and it is more of a rich, dark blue than anything else, embellished by a scatter of stars. A tree sways in the wind, seems to whisper gentle words.
Jack sits in the car and stares at a small brown stain on the windshield. He knows that his mother would be livid if he took the car out at this hour - at least one hour past midnight. Even aside from that, there's the broken car door. He's not sure what had actually happened, but he does not want to go and investigate, so the passenger seat will have to remain inaccessible for a couple days.
However, if Jack damages the car any further, he would probably be grounded until he graduates high school, maybe even longer. His father treats the car like his own child.
Two good reasons to not take the car out.
"What are we just sitting here for?" Ben laughs beside him. Jack's fingers jump, his heart taps out a couple extra beats, then he settles down.
Jack glances over at Ben, and finds himself looking at a near-perfect copy of himself. His twin brother grins and taps out a quick rhythm on his knees with his fingers.
"Let's go!" Ben sings.
Jack's brain gives a little head shake and frowns, but he finds his mouth forming the words, "Alright, where to?"
"To my favorite pancake place, of course!" comes the exclamation. "Some pancakes for me, waffles for you."
Pancakes and waffles. Jack nearly smiles. Of course Ben would want pancakes and waffles at this hour - never mind the fact that the restaurant had probably closed for the day hours ago.
"You know," he starts, turning to face Ben again. The passenger seat is empty.
Jack reaches out and feels the leather on the seat, where Ben had been just moments ago, where Ben always sits. Cold.
Blinking, he opens the door and steps out of the car, and his feet take him around the car and to the passenger seat door. It's almost completely crushed. A huge crater, and the car is the moon.
The moon. Jack turns and walks to the open garage door. When he tips his head back to look at the sky, some of the rain splashes his face. The curtains of rain hammer the ground and when he reaches his hand outside, it returns wet.
After a moment, he closes the garage door and walks back to the car. He takes another look at the little reddish-brown stain on the windshield. There's more of them near the ugly crater. For a second, he wonders how they had even gotten on the car, but he knows that he's definitely letting Ben clean it up tomorrow.
Jack turns off the garage lights and walks back upstairs.