Brotherly Love

Chapter One: Brotherly Kiss

I stormed up the stairs, steaming with anger. My wet brownish-blonde hair swung back and forth, and my soaked clothes stuck to my shivering body. The wet book in my hand dripped endlessly, and I clenched it with rage. Reaching Avery's room, I banged on the door with my fist, screaming the idiot's name. 

"Avery! I know it was you who turned the sprinklers on!" I banged on the door even harder, kicking it every now and then. 

"Oh, that was you out there?" Avery said smugly. I could hear him chuckling through the door."I thought you were just some bum." 

"Avery!" 

My mother, Camille Johnson, burst out of her bedroom and stormed up to me, crossing her arms. I stopped banging on the door and stared at my mother, watching her eye look me up and down. 

"What did he do?" She asked finally. 

Avery unlocked and opened his door, standing in the doorway."Why do you always assume it was me?" 

"Because you're the only one who's a prankster," Mother answered with a sigh. She looked at me out of the side of her eye."Autumn, go dry yourself off." 

With a glare at Avery, I turned and walked down the hall to my room, shutting and locking my door. 

That was the fourth time in three days Avery had pranked me, and so far, I had poison ivory for a day, embarrassment for two days, and was most likely going to get a cold from being so wet. You think I would be used to it after so many years. I wish. 

After I dried myself off and changed my clothes, sat on my bed and pulled out my sketch book. As an artist, I was most inspired to draw after Avery had did something to me. I blindly doodled things, mostly Avery getting killed in some way. I smiled as I drew an alligator biting my brother's head off. 

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I sighed as I was disappointed that I had been interrupted. I read on the screen that I had gotten a text from Dean, my two-month boyfriend. He said,"Hey babe, can I come over?" 

There were several reasons to say no. For one, my father, Richard Johnson, had no patients for Dean. He never liked him, and probably never will. Another reason is the fact that Avery teased Dean. Dean usually pushed the insults away, but I knew in reality, he really wanted to punch Avery in the face. Then again, who wouldn't? 

I stared at my phone for a while before responding with a "sure". Dean and I could always leave the house, and besides, I was completely bored. After a few seconds, he texted back,"Cool. I'll be over in ten minutes :)". 

With a little dance, I made my way to my closet to look for something to wear. I settled on a yellow long sleeve, dark blue shorts, and yellow flats. The doorbell rang from downstairs, and I immediately rushed out of my room and downstairs. 

"I got it!" I yelled, catching my parents' attention in the living room. They shrugged me off and went on with their business. 

I opened the front door upon reaching it, greeted by a grinning Dean. Dean's hair was curly, and he had a freckle here and there. He wore a white shirt and worn out jeans, his hands in his pockets. 

"Hey, Aut," he said, kissing my cheek lightly. 

"Hey, Dean," I said, moving over to let him in. We walked to the dining room where nobody was at. I didn't want my parents or Avery to bother us, so that was good. 

"So, what's up?" I asked, leaning against the wall. 

"Same old, same old. You?" He leaned against the wall too, crossing his legs. 

"Oh, you know, just getting drenched by my awesome brother. The usual." I made sure to add lots of sarcasm and I rolled my eyes. 

Dean laughed."What's that, prank number four?"