The Survival

Chapter 2

I sigh as I sit in my brother's car, looking out the window. I can't believe that I'm actually doing this. I would prefer being in my dorm, getting ready for my next class than being at a red light, waiting for it to turn green so we can continue to the airport.

I'm regretting every second. From the moment I grabbed my phone to call my brother and tell him about this trip, till now.

Okay, maybe I don't regret spending one week away from college to get ready for the trip at home with my ugly, but lovely brother, because I missed him.

"A penny for your thoughts?" My brother asks with a smirk on his face, while his eyes remain on the road.

"It's nothing." I sighed.

"Don't lie to me. I can see the wheels in your head spinning and spinning with no intention of stopping soon."

"Fine. I don't want to go on this trip with a bunch of dickheads and plastic Barbie dolls, which can only think about sex and don't give a damn about this entire trip. Especially when all they're going to do is ruin the trip for me. Happy?" After almost spitting the words out, I look at my brother with a frown, and put on a really ugly face that I hope will intimidate him.

I should have known that it would be worthless; He is laughing. Like, really laughing, his eyes are almost shut, and I can see tears. Knowing him the way only I know, I bet that if he could, he would be sprawled on the floor clutching his stomach, howling in laughter. But he can't because he is driving.

"Can you stop?" I mumbled, embarrassed.

He keeps laughing.

Okay... Breathe...

He is still laughing.

Deep breaths...

Still.

Maybe if I count to ten...

Tears are rolling down his face.

Maybe if I count in Chinese?

He is stopping.

Thank you good Lord.

"Now that your panic attack has stopped, would you care to explain why you were laughing like you saw a dog barking, after breathing in helium?"

"Shortcake, you are worried about something that is completely and obviously stupid. Why would you give a fuck about those dickheads and the shit they do? It's a trip that you should enjoy and have fun on. And, aren't those friends of yours going? Sandra and Beta? I think-"

"Sarah and Beth." I try not to glare at him. "But, yeah. They're going."

"Whatever, it's basically the same thing. But still, what I want you to focus on and know is that, you need to enjoy this. You're in that phase of life when you just want to do crazy shit, I get it, I had to pass that phase too..."

WHAT? He's still in that phase. You see what I mean? He is only two years older than I am, but at times like this he acts like I'm 16 and he's 29.

"... Just need to let go, but remember use protection or in another case-"

"Woah, what? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Were you not listening?"

"I was, but what type of conversion is this? I thought the main point here was the trip, not making 'babies one-oh-one'."

"See? You didn't listen. I was saying that you need to use protection, it's too early for me to be an uncle and I think that-"

"Oh, for God's sake! I don't have any intention of making babies, all right? And it's not like I have anyone to have sex with, anyway."