He's Something

Four - Leo and Breakfast

Four • Leo and Breakfast

Looking around the few rooms of our house, I see no sign of Leo. Where could he have gone? It's getting dark and I'm worried sick!

"Leo? Are you here?" I yell from our living room.

No reply.

Never mind, Yanna. He's a grown boy and he's older than you so stop worrying 'bout him. Scurrying off to the kitchen, I open up the refrigerator door.

Scanning the contents of the fridge, I find leftover lasagna. I lick my lips, I'm really hungry right now so I'm sure the lasagna would content me for now.

Grabbing the plastic container with lasagna inside it, I grab a microwaveable plate and place the lasagna on it. Closing the thin lid of the plastic container, I grab the plate and place it inside the microwave.

Turning the microwave knob to four minutes, I begin to lean on the table. Checking the clock on top of the kitchen door it read, 6:40. Where could he be?

God answering my question, I could hear a screech from a car. Loud music was thumping and coming from inside it and I could hear several men laughing.

I knew it. Leo must've been with them.

Walking into the living room, I hear the door open roughly and I see Leo, carelessly slamming the door.

"Where have you been?!" I scold him. Alright, I knew I was younger than him, but he acts way more stupid than I do.

"Definitely not drinking," his words were slurred. He was grinning happily like he just had crack.

"Were you drinking?!" I yell at him, my cheeks turn to a bright red.

"Maybe..." he replies softly, fumbling with his fingers. "Leo, I'm gonna tell mom that you've been drinking!" I say loudly, stomping my feet on the wooden floor.

"No, please don't!" He persuades, falling down to his knees weakly, looking up to my hazel brown orbs.

"Oh hell I will!" I yell at him.

"No!" He clings to my left leg, looking up. Knowing I was wearing a dress, I hold my skirt tightly against me.

"You're a pervert!"

"I didn't mean to look up-"

"Leo, you reek of alcohol," I say in horror, trying to push him away from me. He doesn't let go. "Please, Yanna, don't tell mom! Please," he pleads like a five year old who broke a piece of valuable furniture.

"And why shouldn't I?" I shoot back, with annoyance.

"Because you love me right? I owe you, I'd do anything for you to not tell mom!" He replies weakly, biting his lip.

"Ugh." I say, my eyes shifting away from his.

"Please Yanna, Plea-" He says quickly, but then suddenly falls onto the cold floor letting go of me.

"Leo?" I ask again, a bit worried. He doesn't respond. He just quietly sleeps on the floor. I sigh deeply.

"You idiot. Well, what choice do I have. You're gonna owe me someday anyway." I say quietly kneeling beside him.

"Fine, I won't tell her. You're excused for today- I guess." Patting his head I give him a goodnight kiss on his cheek. I can't believe I'm covering up for him! He's my brother after all so why not and he's gonna owe me so it's alright for now.

Grabbing a pillow from the sofa, I put it under his head and I chuckle softly. He looks like a hobo since he's sleeping on the floor for gods sake. Walking away from the living room, I hear Leo's faint voice.