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Meet My Brother!

I stood in front of my house, still in a daze. Although, the interview I had, never once involved any sorts of papers or something, I still didn't feel anything like 'insecure'. 

I took a deep breath, and entered the house. My eyes found their way to the small dog-house, now kept in a far away corner in the front yard. 
I miss Karma, our late pet dog. I still remember how I bawled my eyes out, when dad decided to put the dog house away, to create some 'space' in the front yard. My brother and I were absolutely against this idea!

So, it happened so, that the dog-house left its usual place to rest in that isolated corner.

I used to think, that if we put the dog-house away, we will be abandoning Karma all at once. If you think, I need help, then I have nothing to say.
Because, a dog is an animal who teaches you how to love someone unconditionally...

I sighed. As I was going to drag my body inside, I heard, "Emily!"

I looked around, but strangely, there was no neighbourhood kid who would come out of the bushes and go 'boo' on me.

"Emily!"

I heard again. My eyes went soft as a smile played on my lips. I spread my hands in a welcoming manner, and whispered, "God..."

"Emily Williams!!" someone shouted, leaving me startled. The voice was eerily familiar. I quickly ran inside... to find Adam sitting on the sofa, with remote in one hand, and coke in another.

"Oh? You really came!" he pretended to be shocked. "Why are you back home early today?" he asked me, while stuffing chips in his mouth.

"Me, getting home back early is still better than, you never leaving the house, even once," I replied nonchalantly. 

He wrinkled his nose at me. I ignored that. 

"Puh-lease!! I am still at a lack of experience. Once I get a hold of the know-how of the writings, I will just..." he threw some chips in the air, trying and making it appear like an explosion, "BAAAMM!!"

"Yeah, yeah," I said. Adam, as a kid, dreamed to become a famous author, and make 'loads and loads of money' by selling his 'best seller'. He never wanted those baby steps, but dreamed to become J.K. Rowling overnight...
I don't blame him. What would you expect from a person with an IQ equivalent to a peanut? 

 Whenever he said, he is still at a 'lack of experience', I was so tempted to point out, 'experiences come after you try', but then decided against it...
And for the past three years now, all he gets is confidence, not a job.

I reached out my hand to grab a handful of chips from his bowl. He swiftly whirled it away from me, and gritted his teeth, "go, get yours!"

"You will get indigestion!" I stuck my tongue out, and made myself comfortable next to him on the sofa.

"Well, you are not in need of eating something like chips," he said, while pointing at my thighs. "Fatty!" 

I am not even angry anymore. No matter how much weight I have lost, he never failed to call me names. I have realised, 'brothers exist to remind you how fat you actually are!'

We fell in a comfortable silence as he flipped through channels. I grabbed a pillow and tried to hunt for a settling position. 

"Where is dad?" I broke the silence.

"Hmm? He and mum both went to a house warming party, few blocks away," he replied. 

To go to a house-warming party requires gift. To get a gift, requires money. And to spend the little money we have, for something like gift... well, it requires conscience. I averted my gaze at the T.V. and instead of nagging, replied with an "Oh.."

Silence.

"I got a job." I finally said.

"Oh..." he said. Then he paused. And turned to stare at me, wide eyed.
It almost felt like, he couldn't process what I said.

"A what? A job?" he asked, his raised eyebrows clearly reflecting his amusement. 
"A job where people go to every morning? A job which will pay you??"

"What's with the fuss? I just got a part time job. This one seems to be stable, though. The pay is decent as well," I replied.

"Another part-time? What is it now?" he casually asked.

"It's a chicken place. New around here."

"Oh.." 

For once, I got this feeling that he would turn around with a mocking look at his face, and sneer, 'A part-time's all you got~' 
But then again, he is neither that inconsiderate nor in the position to say something like that.

Then the second probability that came to my mind was, he will turn around with an almost apologetic look, saying how he is not a good older brother, making me drop out of the college and running around to grab any sort of job. 
That being said, he is not the type to apologise for anything... 

I waited for his reaction.

He gulped down his drink in one shot, and turned around to look at me, "So, as a congratulatory treat..." He drew in closer to my face, "Introduce me to Kellie," he started smiling like an idiot.
Well, that escalated quickly.

I flicked his forehead. Suddenly annoyance over-powering every sort of emotion I can have.

 "What?" he whined.

"You've dated my every friend so far! And you're the reason, they all run away from me, you dumbass!!" I threw my pillow at him, which he caught. 

"What? It is a sister's duty to help his brother find true love... Don't you know that by now, you dumbsis!!" he snapped, and threw the pillow back at me. It hit me right at the head.

"She is not Kellie, by the way! Her name is Kylie. Kaaaiiiiilliee~" I emphasised on the 'y' there. "You don't even know her name!" I muttered.

"Kellie or Kylie... what's there in the name? Everything necessary is right up to here," he pointed his hand at his neck, indicating a pass-port size appearance, focused mainly on face.
Then his hand went a little down his chest, "Or may be up to here?" he smirked.

"You are gross," I muttered and snatched the remote from him. 

"You are gross!" he imitated me.

"Shut UP!" I snapped.

"Shut up~~"

Believe it or not, there are seven trillion nerves in the human body, and some people manage to get on each of them!

"StOp It!!" I dramatically turned my head, flipping my hairs, to glare at him.

"Uh.. yeah?" he scratched the back of his head. 
"And why should I listen to you? StOp It!!" he sneered.

I sometimes have this thought, what was my sin in my previous life to have him as my sibling. He makes sure that whenever I go to a new place, may it be school or college or even a get-together with new friends, I won't need to fulfil the casualty by saying, 'meet my brother...'