Catastrophe and the Cure

Chapter 21

"C'mon! You can't expect me to eat nutritious. That's just not in my vocabulary", I say to my brother who with just one look has judged my selection of a meal.

"Alright, but you do realize you're going to get weighed in a couple of days right?", his smirk doesn't help. "But...whatever, do as you please."

"Whatever, I'm sure I'll loose some of this weight just by this ride we're about to take. Plus, I'm only going to be a kid for like 40 more years! Cut me some slack!!", I'm being sarcastic now in hopes he'll let me get all this junk to eat.

"Ugggh!, fine! But I will make you run a few laps tonight, no complaints!"

"Fine, whatever, now go pay for this!", and I run out leaving him at the register to pay for everything. Ha! That's what he gets.

I'm outside sitting on the bench on the side of the store. I see my brother coming out with a few bags and I know I'm gonna get it.

"Oh, you jerk!", he throws a chocolate twinkie at me.

"HaEhhh! You know I'm your bestest jerk!", I give him a big smile displaying all of my teeth. I'm sure NASA got to see this HUGE SMILE!, it felt silly. "I love you bro. I'm ready to just ride dude".

**

We rode for almost 3 hours, with a few breaks to drink Gatorade and I munched on twinkies and cheese puffs. I fell right on my ass once today, I felt the hard dirt pebbles on my butt, I know I'm going to be bruised. After trying to hit corners and trying to fly high, I figured maybe it was enough for today, so Stephen and I got to relax as we sat on our fishing chairs. The day was nice, I guess it usually is over here in this side of the mountains.

"So you got a nice run?" My brother asks with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, it was good. I tried not to do too much, if I'm overly sore to practice for dance, oh gosh! I'll never hear the end of it."

"You forgot that part about how you fell on your ass and ate shit.", he begins to laugh and I slap him on the chest. "It was really funny, I just seen you BAM! hit the ground."

"You're horrible. What if I could've been hurt?"

"Nah, I'd seen you get right back up and shake your body like a 5 year old, ha!, pretty funny stuff."

"Horrible. You are horrible."

"You know I'm you're bestest horrible jerk.", he mocks me. Does everyone in this world have to mock me? First Anthony now Stephen?...jerks.

We loaded up our quads and baggage, the coolers and the chairs, now we were on our way back home. Riding was a great thrill, but now I needed a shower and some sleep maybe. A nap wouldn't do no harm.

**

We're home and my parents and sisters are sitting at the dinner table, we join with a clean plate and forks.

"So how was the joy ride?", my dad asks.

"It was good, got a few good laps and all. But I feel I might need new shocks, they're beginning to wear out.", I say as I drink some kool-aid.

"Uh...I think not. Lora, you need to focus a little bit more on dance. You can't be all tired and scratched up from riding. I better not see any cuts or bruises on you, or I will kill you.", my mum is speaking straight at me and pointing her fork my way.

"Man, mum. Stab me with your fork, will ya? Calm down, I know. I haven't riden in a while. I've got my head straight, ok?"

"As straight as you can." My brother whispers under his breath, loud enough for only me to hear.

My brothers know I've been with girls. They know I've been bisexual for quite a while. They've done a great job being by my side. Although when I first told them, they would mumble jokes but never in a harsh way, they've always shown love towards me and helped with being there for support.

"Mum, I'm doing good with everything ok? Please just help me be calm so I can keep up the good job."

My mum gives me a look, not a mean look, just one as if she was relieved, like satisfied.

"So..anyways..", my brother goes on and on about his business plans. He keeps talking and talking, although I know my siblings love to be accepted and loved by our parents, I have a feeling that he's doing more than just talking nonstop like a girl just to get the attention off of me, I think he's seeking for both, distraction and attention.

We finish our food off our plates, I'm still quiet since my brother began to talk. I've been thinking about how blessed I am to have my brother as my bestest friend. How much he means to me and how much love he has for me as well as I have for him, and then it hits me that I've kept a secret from him, one that I've been soo concentrated on. Should I tell him? I mean, should I tell him everything?

I'm not sure if its the right thing. I feel I must think about it, no?

**

After food and all, my brother and I head to my room. My parents are now in their room watching t.v. with my little sisters.

"How you feeling?", my brother asks as we walk to my room and I lay on my window couch. I slump my skeletal body on the fluffy couch and grunt. "I'll take that as a 'not too well', then", he adds.

"I don't know Stephen, just sucks, you know?"

"You can't get too worked up upon what parents say and do, you know you can do a lot, you just gotta want it".

I'm not sure we're talking about the same thing, but I grunt again.

"I know Stephen, its just all annoying. But no worries, I know I'll do my best with everything. Just gotta find it in me to get things right, atleast in my head, you know?"

"Your head? There's nothing right in there man, your screwed.". He chuckles and I give him a mean look. "All I'm saying is, you're not the typical teenager dude, you like to do things your way but you've got expectations coming from all directions. I know, I'm your bro." He pats my knee as he sits next to me, my pants are torn up, thanks to Hollister designs, and I can't stop playing with the excess jean strings from around the torn hole on my knee. "Look bro, do what you feel is right, and dgaf everything else."

"Thanks bro." I looked at him with a sincere smile, and I thanked him, just like I always do when he's there to help.

"Ok.. so now...stop staring at your jean hole and get your homework done, or whatever it is you need. I gotta go, I've...got something to do." He slaps my "knee hole" and gets up, adjusting his hair in front of my big light pink and violet mirror.

"Hmmm...why all of a sudden you gotta go?", I ask because he normally tells me what he's up to, this time he didn't. But honestly, I just kinda wanted to be alone, its like the question came out but in reality I didn't mind my bro leaving a little sooner than usual. "Nevermind, go do what you gotta do."

"Alright. I love you bro, see ya soon k?" He wiggles his fingers under his chin, in regards of a 'hello' or 'goodbye', we've done that since we were kids. It's kinda cute.

"Later.", and I wiggle back.

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Hey fans, sorry I've been out of the blue...m.I.a.

I've been going through a lot of junk in my life. I just recently got sent to the emergency room cause I inhaled chlorine gas and apparently my body collapsed and my body gave out. It's been one of the weirdest things to happen to me, its very scary. Like I needed more shit to come crashing down on me :c I'm trying to get better and write, it seems to help me, so I should do it more often right? :) Sorry for the long ass wait :/ please leave your votes and comments, for right now is the best time to cheer me up. Thanks guys! Love ya.