Whirlwind

2

I could already hear Damon's voice in my head, scolding me the second he laid eyes on me for being late. Somehow I managed to oversleep for an hour, missing every incoming call. And I wasn't even surprised that eight out of ten of them were from him, as well as the four voicemails that assured me he was beyond livid. Had Damon knew my address, I'm sure he would've caught a cab and made his way here with no questions asked or favors needed. Seeing as though that he didn't, I would now be reminded all weekend of how ' irresponsible' I am and lack responsibility. His apprehension that was very obvious every time we communicated prior to this day was officially warranted, and I sure as hell wasn't looking forward to that - actually, any of this.

Damon did this every time I proved him right though, it was the big brother in him. It never failed.

After rushing out my apartment and making my way through New York's infamous traffic, I reached one of the many entrances of the airport's pickup area where Damon said he would be. I found him leaning on a wall painted with Delta's blue and red lettering, unfazed by all the commotion. I pulled aside and blew my horn, instantly grabbing his attention that I'm sure would get me cursed out as well.

Damon looked up from the screen of his illuminated phone and then around at the incoming  cars, searching for whoever blew their horn. It wasn't long before our eyes locked and his once soft glance converted into a glare. He then shook his head and walked over to the passenger side, proceeding to yank the door open and crawled in.

"Yo you rude as fuck." He shot at me angrily, slamming the door shut. "Comin' up here all late, then wanna blow your lil' horn. I should put you in a headlock." 

"Well hello to you too Dame." I greeted lowly, diverting my eyes away from him.

"And what happened to, for the eleventh time I'm not a kid Dame. Nine a.m., Delta, am I wrong?" He then spat, totally disregarding me.

I was making an attempt to be polite and make him feel better, but that gesture failed completely. When Damon was upset there was no way of stopping his tongue from speaking what was on his mind. If you were around to hear it or the person who it was aimed at, you had no choice but to deal. Or be like me and attempt to plead your case.

"If you would listen and stop mocking me," I peeked over at him as he laid his head back onto the headrest, a heavy sigh tuning me out as I continued on. "Then you would know that I overslept and traffic was bad."

"Whatever man. Get a louder alarm clock and leave out earlier next time. Can you just drive off?  I'm tired of looking at this damn airport." I groaned at his stubbornness as I switched gears and finally pulled off. There was no way Damon's attitude would lighten up this suddenly and I knew it. I was just hoping this ride back to my apartment would give him enough time to cool off.

But I guess I hoped for the impossible.

A twenty minute ride through the city, all the way to Queens to be precise, didn't seem to be enough to adjust his mood because not one word was exchanged between either of us after we left. He remained silent and pissy the entire time. Although I was used to my cousin's unpredictable transitions between calm and collective to completely angry, I had missed him and wanted to catch up with him. However, this visit was starting off completely opposite than what I expected.

"Dame..." My voice echoed against the bare walkway of my apartment as I watched him ignore me and toss his bag beside the couch. "Are you ever going to talk to me?"

"When I feel like it." he mumbled. A small smile crept upon my face, realizing that he had spoken to me even in his effort to ignore me. I made my way over to the couch and plopped down beside him, laying my head on his shoulder.