No Scrubs™ (BxB)

II

"Where's Sebastian?" My mother asked "He should be down by now. "

"He still in his room! " Junior exclaimed.

"I'll go up." I say.

"Me too. " Junior says.

Why do you always have to do something I'm doing?

"Stay down here and clean Junior " I said.

"Let your brother go with you. " She said.

"Má," I whined, "Why does he always have to everything that I do?"

"Because he is your little brother, " "He looks up to you."

"You always siding with him." I say annoyed.

I went upstairs into my room with Junior's clunky footsteps following me.

I knocked on the door because it was locked.

I then decided to open the door myself.

"Junior wait out here he might be in the bathroom." I suggested.

Junior nodded and I closed the door as I went in.

Sebastian wasn't lying down in his bed or taking a shower in the bathroom.

I said under my breath, "Where could this fool be?"

I reached for my phone in pocket and called him.

I waited for Sebastian to answer as the phone rang several rings more.

On the last thing he decided to finally pick up the phone and answer.

"Hello, " He answered breathing heavily.

"Where are you? " I asked.

"Don't worry about it," He says with a attitude, "What do you want? "

"Ma and Junior, are waiting for you to come downstairs to clean with them. " I say.

"Tell her I wasn't feeling good, " He said ignoring the problem.

"You know she's going to come up here and check on you!" I say.

"I don't care, " He said, "Don't call me anymore. "

I hate when people have an attitude when your trying to help them out.

"Forget it," I say, "I'll just tell her you out sucking dick's clean instead of cleaning the house. " I said irritatedly and ended the call.

I opened the room door back and Junior still standing there.

"Where is he? " Junior asked.

"He's not here." I say.

Junior ran down the stairs into the kitchen reporting every last detail.

I already heard mom looking for her keys.

She rattled through her purse until she felt and heard them jingle.

"Let's go!" She rushed me as she threw her purse over her shoulder.

I asked, "Why do I have to go?"

I didn't feel like being bothered with his emotionally unstable ass.

The first thing he want to do is get mad when something doesn't go his way.

She said, "Ès el tu hermano."

"So," I said, "You probably need to be talking your son privately anyway seems like he's having problems. "

She threatened me by beginning take off her right sandal.