Step Brothers

Part Two

CALUM-

“Everyone’s so full of shit! Born and raised by hypocrites!”

“Can you please turn that down?”

Smirking I crossed over to the desk where my ipod was sitting and cranked it up as loud as it would go.

“Wow, that’s so mature of you,” Luke huffed.

“I try,” I laughed, flopping back on my bed.

“Do you ever put a shirt on?” he demanded a moment later, his hands clutching the book he was reading so tight his knuckles had turned white.

Glancing down at my bare chest I shrugged.

“You’re so obnoxious!” Luke muttered.

“And you’re a stuck up little uppity brat,” I reported, propping myself up on my elbow.

“Why don’t you go f….fu…. go to hell.”

Chuckling at the surprisingly tall, blonde boy’s inability to swear I laughed.

“What?” he snapped.

“You’re a total prude,” I chuckled, flopping back on my bed and pulling the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit edition out from under my mattress.

“I am not a prude!” Luke snapped.

“Please,” I laughed.

“I’m not!”

“Fine, what’s the farthest you’ve been with a girl then?” I demanded eyeing a girl in a skimpy, leopard print bikini.

“Like bases?” Luke questioned.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“I held Stephanie Jonson’s hand once?”

“Not a base.”

“I uh…. One time I was at the store and there were a lot of people in the aisle and this woman walked past me  and her butt brushed against my….”

“Not a base.”

“Uh…… This one time I almost drowned at the community pool and the lifeguard gave me mouth to mouth.”

“Oh my God that’s pathetic. Please tell me she was hot at least.”

“Um…. No, it was a guy.”

Tossing the magazine to the floor I sat up, “So you’ve never even kissed a girl before?”

“I mean, my Mom once or twice but that was when I was younge….”

“Dude making out with your Mom is like….”

“I didn’t make out with her! She kissed me goodnight!”

“How old were you?”

“I don’t like thirteen.”

“Jesus,”

Rising to my feet so that I was towering above Luke’s slouched figure on the bed, I took in his disgusting striped sweater, khaki pants and dirty Adidas tennis shoes.

“What?” he muttered, self consciously.

“What is wrong with you?” I replied.

“Nothing!” he cried, rising to his feet,  so that we were almost eye level.

“Dude you’re like….. you’re life. Have you seen Titanic?”

“Yeah,” Luke mumbled.

“It’s sadder then that!” I cried.