Behind the Mask

7.

I knocked on the apartment door that I was currently standing in front of.

Knock.

"Jake! Get your fat butt out here and open the door!" I shouted.

Knock Knock.

"Jaaaaaaaaaaakkkkeeee," I whined.

Knock Knock Knock.

"Hurry up!!!!!" I finally yelled.

I heard stomping from the other side of the door. The door swung open.

"For goodness sake, stop knocking Willow! Do you know how irritating it is?"

Aaaah. The gorilla finally decides to make himself present.

"For goodness sake, stop being so slow Jake! Do you know how irritating it is?" I mimicked flippantly as I stared into the eyes of my annoying 23 year old brother, knowing that he would get annoyed.

Yes, we're 6 years apart! Huuuge age difference, I know!

"Shut up and come in, I don't need your annoyingness today."

"Shouldn't you be asking me to go away then?" I asked, trying to sound smart.

He narrowed his bright blue eyes at me.

"Well if you insist on leaving then I won't stop you! Bye bye now," he said, getting ready to swing the door shut.

Not so smart now I see.....

"Okay, okay. I'm coming in!!" I yelled in mock horror and ran straight into his apartment.

Actually, scratch that, it's too big to be called an apartment. It was more like a penthouse. Very big and very spacious.

He chuckled. "So what can I do for you today, my dear sister?"

"Does there have to be a reason for me to hang out with my oh so amazing older brother?" I asked.

"You're right! I am pretty amazing aren't I?"

"Oh shut up!" I snapped jokingly.

He flashed me his goofy smile, the one that made girls swoon. My brother really is a handsome lad, if I'm being honest. With his tall, muscular build, naturally tanned skin, bright blue eyes plus the chestnut hair inherited from our mother and his face structure which just makes him look mysterious. However the best, and my favourite, feature about my big bro-bro is his voice - deep and husky yet so and soothing it would be able to calm a storm. One that is able to sooth me through the tough times when no one else was able to help.

I can't help but admire my big brother. He is my idol. A person who I would like to be when I'm older, no I don't want to be a man if that's what you're thinking, more like his personality. His kindness and determination, his patience and self-control.

Yup, definitely don't want to be him, he smells like a monkey.......and acts like one too!

"Who is this your saying that smells and acts like a monkey? You can't be talking about me right?"

I turned and stared at Jake.......since when was he behind me?

"I said that out loud?" I asked, shocked.

"Yes, you did sis and I've been standing behind you this whole time! Though I can't believe you compared me to a monkey! Last time I checked I wasn't that ugly!"

"Sure you're not bro." I commented, then ran in fear of my life knowing that my big brother would be right behind me.

"Give up now little Willy. You know I'm faster than you are!" He shouted from behind me.

Oh God.......he did NOT just call me Willy!

It was what he called me as a child, I didn't mind it then since I was like.....what 2? But no way in hell am I going to let him call me that now!

I stopped abruptly, turned, and with a war cry jumped straight onto Jake just as he came at me, making us both crash to the ground with a heavy thud.

"OMG, get off me you big oaf! Since when did you get so heavy!?" Jake cried.

"Since I trained to be a NINJA!" I screamed hysterically.

I looked down at Jake, as I was on top of him, with crazy, wide eyes and outstretched hands, getting ready to tickle him. With another war cry, I attacked.

"Who you calling a big oaf, dear brother?" I sneered at him whilst tickling his sides.

"S-stop! P-p-please!" he begged for mercy between howls of laughter.

"Only if you say 'you are the slimmest and prettiest person ever and is even cooler than Megan Fox'!"

"NEVER!" He replied with a scream.

Alrighty then......time for force.

With that thought in mind I tickled Jake even more. His laughter was so loud we ended up not being able to hear the doorbell go off or the door opening and closing neither the footsteps from the door to the room we were currently in.

"What in the world is going on in here....."