Get it Right!

Chapter Five: A Christmas to Remember

The alarm rang at nine thirty, totally scaring me. I finished recording all the tracks I thought for Stella at six in the morning and finally, I have been able to sleep. Actually, three hours and a half were not my best idea of a good sleep, but I had no choice.

Benjamin would be at the airport at 11.00, so I really needed to hurry up, since it takes about forty-five minutes to get there. Moreover, once there, I should have found him. Luckily Mary has sent to me a pic of him so that I could trace him with no problems.

Yeah, of course, no problem. Easier said than done. I realized that I went to bed still clothed up from the day before. Actually, I was so tired that I had no strength necessary to wear my pajamas.

I got up and took a bunch of clean clothes from the wardrobe. First step: shower. But sadly for me, bathroom was occupied, so I knocked.

One, two, three, no answer from the inside.

Perfect, now I'm gonna be late, I thought.

Finally, someone spoke from behind the door. It was David.

"Dave, please, let me in. Hurry up, man!" I begged him from the outside.

"You can wait there, flea!" he said, laughing with malice.

"Awe, C'mon, I have to get the airport in an hour."

"Not my business."

"David, you have less than three seconds to open this door and let your brother in." My father looked angry.

I mentally thanked him and, when my brother outed, I stared at him with a pompous glance, as I've never done a lot. He was totally livid, his plan miserably failed. It was clear that he only wanted to upset my sister on his behalf.

While I was entering the bathroom, I clearly distinguished my father tell him: "It's time to have a chat, son. Only the two of us."

It served him right, he totally deserved it. Maybe later I'd have felt sorry for him, cause my parents usually used to be stricter with David than with me and Mary. It was also true thar David has always been the problematic one in our family. When he was a child, he was such a hurricane, he couldn't stand being still.

Grandma often tells that she was afraid to look after him because he could be unpredictable. Maybe one day I will write a song about his deeds: Dave The Barbarian. Yeah, nice title for a song. On a second thought, it was the same name of a cartoon I used to watch when I was a child. I started laughing while I was entering the shower.

It was too fast for a shower, actually. I couldn't free myself from the tiredness I was feeling. But I had no time at all, for the second day in a row, I'd add.

After wearing my jeans and a Bazinga red t-shirt (yeah, I'm a nerd, don't judge), I went down the stairs for breakfast. Chocolate milk, five biscuits and a bit of coffee, nothing better to start the day. As usual, I ate everything standing against the sink. My mother's killer glance followed me.

"Is it possible that you never sit down? Do you think it's a good way to have breakfast?" she blamed me as every day.

I loudly panted, deliberately ignoring her question. I washed my cup and I went upstairs again to look for my car keys. I checked my phone, that still was under charge.

10.05.

It was very late. Two messages from Stella.

Morning, sweetie, are you ready for the mission: Let's meet your sister's boyfriend?