conspiracy theories [[aiden]]

[gabe]

Without thinking what he was doing, Gabe shoved a french fry smothered in ketchup into his mouth, almost missing and making a mess on himself. But he didn't care; he had better things to worry about. Staring out the window onto the tiny parking lot and road passing the diner, Gabe looked intently for Aiden's car, since the two were supposed to meet for their afternoon "snack" (which was really more like a meal, but who cared?). But that wasn't all Gabe was interested in, and the wait for Aiden, dragged on.

A few months ago, Aiden had come home from school, telling Gabe about the new students that now attended Forks High: the Cullens. Aiden had said there was something different about them, and since the Carson brothers loved all things supernatural and weird, Gabe had put Aiden up to the job of keeping an eye out on the Cullens.

Gabe sighed, reaching for his glass of Coke. That punk better get here soon, he thought, reaching for his burger. Ever since the Cullens had come to Forks, it seemed like they'd attracted more sorts of weird, not only in Forks but in La Push as well, and Gabe lived for the stories that Aiden told him about. And I'll enjoy this one just as much, if that twerp would get here, he thought angrily, swallowing.

[alex]

   Aiden pulled up in his car, killing the motor ASAP and nearly leaping out of it with his stomach gnawing angrily on his ribs. So. Hungry! Sure, he'd eaten all his lunch at school, but since when had that ever been enough food to last for the afternoon?! He nearly jogged to the door of the diner, taking a swift glance in the window to see Gabe munching on something- he didn't know nor care what, but it was edible, and that was enough info- and he swung open the door of the diner, expression of being on a mission.

   Wordlessly, he stepped to Gabe's booth, pausing at its end to hold up a businesslike hand that clearly called for silence when his brother had noticed that he'd shown up. Looking him square in the eye with expression still utterly sober for a moment, he suddenly and quickly took a seat opposite his brother and proceeded to snatch the biggest handful of fries he could get off his brother's plate, holding them cupped in his hands held near his chest lest the other Carson attempt to reclaim them.

   Shoving fries in multiples of fives into his mouth and nearly swallowing them whole, he mumbled out between gulps, "I am. So hungry. School needs. More food. Conspiracies. Can Wait."


((OOC: Sorry. Godmodded. AND it's short. AND it's sucky. My bad.))