I woke up with sun in my eyes, blinding me as I struggle to lift myself up. I sit for a minute, wondering why my curtain is pulled back when I remember last night. My first thoughts were grateful for my brother and his ability to make me feel better, until I remember the rest of last night and cringe. I let myself shake the wrinkles from my face and forget last night. I handled it well enough and now we can forget about it.
My thoughts switch over to the vacation and what I have left to pack. Maybe this won't be so bad and things will be normal again with Danny and I.
Who was I kidding? This was going to be awkward as hell.
I got up with a sigh, stretching my back which still hurt from falling asleep on the roof.
I walked downstairs with the smell of food making my mouth water. I reached the kitchen to see my brother draped over the table and my mother making eggs and bacon.
"Honey would you start making yourself and your sister toast?" She asked my brother.
All she revived was an inaudible groan from the table.
Mom must be off work until after this vacation, which was weird because she was always working. Which also meant we never got breakfast like this. Of course every once in a while dad would get up early, if he was home on the occasion, and make potatoes and eggs.
"Oh honey, would you mind setting the table for 3 of us?" She asked once she saw me standing there.
My brothers eyes shot open and then squinted at me like he had just woken up. His eyes roamed over my body. I uncomfortably shifted onto my other foot and crossed my arms.
"Can I at least pee first?" I ask my mom, getting uncomfortable from my brothers staring.
"Hurry up Niki, and Danny get over here and get this toast in."
When I emerged from the bathroom the toast was ready and my brother was gone, along with his portion of food and utensils. Guess I didn't have to set the table anymore. I grabbed a plate and loaded it with food, deciding to go to my room to eat.
I set my food down on my desk and shut my curtains, make my bed nice and comfy, then turn off the lights and turn on the tv. Once I finally settle down I realize I'm missing something vital to eat my food. A fork. There's no way I'm going back down there, I just sat down. I consider calling my brother, but feel like it's too awkward to talk to him yet.
"Fuck it," I say and yell out his name.
"DANNY," I yell again.
Not a moment later my bedroom door swings open.
"What?" He asks.
"Will you get me a fork?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"But,"
"Fine."
And then he left, shutting my door behind him. While waiting for my fork I absent mindlessly search through all the shows on Netflix. I come across The Conjuring and decide it's early enough in the morning to watch a scary movie and not be too scared. Or at least not have trouble falling asleep.
Right before starting the movie there was a knock on my door.
"Yeah." I yell.
My brother walks in and hands me the fork I asked for, along with orange juice.
"Thanks," I say giving him a smile while sipping at my juice.
"Yep," he says, and leaves, shutting the door behind him how I like it.
I dig into my food snd start my movie, both of which started off great, but started to make me feel a bit sick towards the end. I could tell I'd eaten too much and my stomach kept making weird noises. Not to mention the movie that was taking a turn for the worst, as all horror movies do.
I was just about to get up to put my dish away and walk around to get my stomach feeling a bit better the movie flashed a terrifying face on the screen and I couldn't help but let out a scream. I honestly thought I was going to be sick.
My brother rushed into my room, turning on the lights, asking what was wrong.
I couldn't hold it back and ran past him into the bathroom, puking up my entire breakfast.
After most of it had come up I felt a cool hand rubbing my back when I realized my brother had been holding back my hair. I was about to wipe the tears from my eyes when more came up and my tears began to flow again.
After the worst of it was over I flushed the toilet and was about to grab toilet paper to wipe my mouth when a warm rag was met to my mouth. My brother cleaned up around my mouth and then took his thumb to wipe off my tears. He sat me up onto the toilet and ran the warm water. He disappeared for a moment and came back with a fluffy white towel, leaving me to shower. I sat there for another minute before getting in, thinking about how amazing my brother can be.
I felt disgusting and scrubbed my body twice, not to mention brushing my teeth at least 20 times before walking into my room to change. I put on my comfy pants and tank top. Screw bras, even though my breasts were pretty big and I was wearing a tank top.
I heard a knock on my door, but after puking so much I just didn't have the energy to say "come in".
I saw my brother slowly peek his head in and once he saw I was fully dressed he let himself in. He handed me some juice and two ibuprofen pills.
"In case you get a headache," he said, explaining the pills.
"Thank you," I said, clearing my throat.
I swallowed the pills and most of the juice before looking up to my brother realizing he was waiting to take my glass. I then realized he'd also already taken my dishes from earlier down too. It was then that I was really starting to appreciate my brother.
I set my glass down and patted the spot next to me, feeling extremely cold. It was strange I wasn't feeling repulsed with my brother so close, but he had been so nice to me and was so warm I couldn't help but cuddle up to his chest. I felt happy that we were finally doing some sibling bonding after years of fighting.
