Theft

     "All I'm saying, is that if you blow up the house, you're going to be so fired. Dad hates it when you bring home bombs after a job," I said to my brother as we walked along the sidewalk. 

     The night was dark, only the moon and stars were there as a pathway, even though we could both walk home blind folded. We tested that theory. The street was quiet, no cars would be driving along the roads at two am in our neighborhood. We were the only people you would see taking a casual stroll in the middle of the night in November. The air was frosty and our breath could be seen in front of us. The only sound that could be heard was the wind blowing the fallen leaves around the ground, and of course the voices of two crazy teenage siblings. 

     "Well then where do you suppose I test it out?" he looked at me with raised eyebrows, challenging me.

     "Hm, let's see, there's a field just seven miles out of town to the east, no one ever goes there anymore. Oh! The old elementary school off of Main Street, it's scheduled for demolition on Tuesday. I'm sure no one would care if that was moved to tomorrow," I ruffled his hair, "I'm sure you'll think of something little bro."

     Jason hated it when I messed with his hair. He shoved me out into the street and laughed. 

     "Hey! I could've been hit by a freaking car you idiot!" Even as I said this I knew there were no cars driving by at that moment, "But I have to say, that was a pretty good push, although it's better when you put the person in a chokehold first. That way you can time exactly when they get hit by the car." Jason just rolled his eyes at me.

     The rest of the way home we were both silent. The lights of our house were the only thing illuminating the night when it came into view. We quickened our pace, wanting to get warm inside and get to sleep. I opened the front door and almost got trampled by Jason as he ran past me to get to bed. I took off my coat and hung it on the hook next to the door. I could tell my Dad was still awake when I smelled the burning wood from the fireplace emanating from the living room. I slipped out of my shoes and walked to where Dad was sitting in his favorite arm chair right beside the fire. He was reading a book called "What to do When Your Kid Blows up the Toilet". Jason wasn't allowed to do experiments in the bathroom anymore. 

     "Hey, everything was successful," I took a seat on the couch and propped my feet up on the coffee table. 

     Dad lowered his book as he said, "That's good, how'd Jason do?"

     "I think he's doing really well, you know, for only being in the theft business for three months," I got up to go get in bed, "Oh, Jason brought home another prototype, so you might not want him alone--"

     A loud explosion came from upstairs, followed by Jason slowly making his way down the stairs with black ash on his face. 

     "I'm just going to go hose down out back," he hung his head and trudged out the back door.

     I burst out laughing and went to help Dad with Jason, even though I was really only going out to spray the hell out of him.