“Why didn’t you tell me that you are going home tonight?” I asked him a little hurt yet surprised that he came home without my knowledge.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He pokes my cheek. “I don’t have to tell you, it is better to have surprises sometimes.” He said playfully.
“Oh, right,” I said while rolling my eyes. “Cut the cheesiness and what the hell brought you here?”
He took a sip from his expensive coffee before answering, “I guess missing you isn’t enough, huh?”
I get it; he’s not going to tell me so I let the subject drop. “Be thankful that you’re my favorite brother.”
“Because I am your only brother.” Then we laughed hysterically in the coffee shop.
As you can see, my brother Carlos and I get along pretty well, but of course it’s not that easy at first because he doesn’t like me from the very beginning. I guess he gotten used to my behavior.
The truth is that he preferred Candy over me, before. He said it was because she was nicer and so gullible that he made her like a personal slave. Candy never complains back then. And maybe it is the reason why Carlos and I get along. He couldn’t control Candy now. She’s too secretive now and a little creep to me.
One time when I have to get something in her room, my favorite watch probably that she always sneaks out in my room. As I got nearer and nearer to her door’s room, I could feel my hair standing straight above my skin. I don’t know why but her room’s door evaporates some kind of aura. I heard Candy giggling inside her room like a lunatic: she doesn’t giggle. So became more frightened when I heard that she is talking with someone inside her room. It is none of her two friend’s weird voices, I swear. It was something manly, I think. Instead of barging into her room, I chickened out and ran to my room.
And after that incident, I never go near to Candy’s room ever again. I even stopped going to the roof top even I am craving to see the beautiful scenery of our town because I needed to pass into her room first.
I tried to ask her about her talking to someone manly inside her room and all she could respond to me is this, “Maybe I was dreaming.” I also tried telling this to our parents but they do not care as usual. They just told me that maybe Candy was just reading a book. Right, but that doesn’t explain the manly voice that I had heard, and I 100% positive that it wasn’t just one of my imaginations.
Because Carlos had gone so long, I had no one sane to talk about what I had heard, so I am going to tell him now.
“Carlos, listen to me.” I inhaled deeply before continuing, “Please do not laugh at me or do not even dare to bring me into an asylum because what I am going to tell you is true without any hint of inaccurateness.”
He looked taken aback with my sudden bluntness, “Okay?”
So I told him about everything. Of course I started with the very beginning. I am not going to re-tell it again to you guys because you already knew it. Carlos just sat there, listening intently to what I am saying. I hope that he will believe what I am saying.
Hours had passed and I am done telling him the story. Wait, I didn’t if I took hours telling him the whole story, but it feels like it. And also I’ve been carried away by my emotions that I’ve lost track on time.
“Well…” I trailed off. He seemed to be in deep thought. Maybe he was just playing an act and then laughs at me because what I told him is somewhat just a product of my imagination.
“I do not know what to say…” he really looks lost in thoughts, though. “Do we have a spare key through her room?”
“Of course we have,” I said. “But did you forget that she change her doorknob before the two of us entered high school.”
Yes, my creepy sister changed her doorknob into that cute imitation in Disney movies. It’s awesome if you ask me. By the way, her door’s color is light pink with rainbows and other cute mystical creature. E.g. unicorns, three-eyed creature and gummy worms… Wait, I am not sure if gummy worms are mystical creatures. Not that I care.
“I have a plan.” I was back to reality when Carlos talked.
“Huh, then what does is your plan all about?” I asked him like a very innocent 5 year old child.
He leaned in and whispers everything in my left ear. I do not know if that is necessary because the coffee shop is almost deserted.
And what he had said to me, made my lips twitched into one of those mischievous smile.
