The Ride of a Lifetime

3. Roller Coaster

A/N 

With appearances, I don't generally like to note specifics simply because I think reading something incredibly different to oneself can get a little eugh. As an Asian with the flux of stories based on Caucasian characters, it's like, wow I relate. Not. 

So feel free to shift things mentally to suit you, or make it as different from you as possible. 

I do add some details here and there but I tend to let their personality create their image. Hope that isn't off-putting for anyone :)

I was waiting impatiently by the school entrance. Giving my eyes an extensive eye roll, I watched Max throw a wink at some girl two years younger than him. The blush on her cheeks almost made me gag. In fact, I did.

He finally waves at her, sauntering to me. His face brightens at my narrowed glare.

"Hope I didn't keep you waiting long." He has the audacity to say.

"You're lucky mum loves you. If not, your body would be floating upside down through a stream of fish poo."

We quickly arrive at the bus stop, a few other students filling the sidewalk.

"Oh, dear! What a tragic fate." His hand comes dramatically to his forehead. My lips involuntarily twitch upwards. Damn your humour. He catches my attempts to hide my giggles, smiling.

The bus comes to a stop but I have a better idea. Grabbing Max's arm, I internally cringed at the lovestruck eyes girls sent his way. I dragged him across the street, releasing my iron grip. By iron grip I mean my definition of iron, which was probably equivalent to a newborn's strength.

"Luna, what the heck?" He huffs.

"I need to get something from Connie's."

I laughed at his horrified expression.

"Fuck, this is worse than having my inflated body trailing down a river."

Indeed, it would be. The lady who owns the thrift store was definitely not one to hide her affections. Even if they were for a scrawny grade twelve kid who happens to just have naturally luxurious hair and a bright, charming smile.

Sorry not sorry, big bro.

The trip home was spent rolling my eyes and sighing at Max's whining. He went on about the woman trying to touch his hair, complaining that if a guy were to do that to a girl, the entire world would go haywire.

Well, it wasn't a lie.

"Such is life."

He makes a face at my Ned Kelly reference, clearly not amused. 

One moment I'm pulling out my phone to check the notification I felt from the vibration, the next my phone tumbled violently across the concrete. 

"Fuck." I seethed. The sting was already settling on my knee. 

Max chuckles as I eye the wound. It was only milding painful, but my humiliation was making my brother's amusement really freakin annoying. Slapping his arm, I grabbed my phone and rushed ahead in the direction of home.

"Don't want to be walking too fast, sis." He screeches between laughter.

"I appreciate your kindness, oh noble one." I bite back sarcastically, hissing at the stinging.

A knowledge settled in my stomach that when we arrived home, he'd start immediately washing, wiping and bandaging the scratch as if I'd been through a car crash despite my protests. And that made the pain so much more worthwhile.