Bad Bad Boy

BadBad Boy~14

I dont have any dreams of being famous as a pørn star.

"Do want help with that?" I ask my brother, referring to him trying to wear his socsk as i cross the living room to sit and have my morning joy, aka cereal.

"You? Gonna help me?" He raises his head, hands still on the left sock that insists not to be wore, obviously.

"You want help or not?" I repeat, sprawled on the couch in front of the tv. Mom doesnt like it when we eat food outside the kitchen, but what does she know about life.

"Yesss.. Would be really nice actually." He gives out a breath of frustration.

The idiot really thought i was gonna help him wear his socks. I would rather put my hands in the toilet than to touch his feet.

"You just need to cut them off.. Your fingers.." I shrug, not believing this solution didnt occur to him before. Nihahahahahah.

"W-what?" He frowns, running his hand through his hair, messing it more than it already is due to just having gotten out of bed.

"I helped you. Giving you an advice.. whichs to cut your fingers off.. So they dont get in the way of the sock." I continue to eat my cereal indifferently as i sense his look change to one of anger.

Its actually sad that we feel this way toward each other. We were pretty close before he fucked me over with my friends -pun intended- and that prank two months ago.

I know what you think.. Because of a boy i get angry with my brother. No, its not because of a boy. Its that he was the last person i expected to pull that kinda prank on me. To humiliate me, making the whole school hear it. Ive never done something that big to him and when he did that to me, i felt back stabbed.

"You suck." He says, oh so wisely because suck ryhmes with sock.

"I wish i did.. suck Jason. But you sucked before i did." I smirk, knowing full well this is gonna make him mad.

"You're doing this to get me angry."

Or i hoped.

"Im doing this so that you try to fight me and i can chop your balls off with that excuse." I snap, stopping eating my cereal which almost never happens.

"Dont talk about my balls.." He puckers his lips, disgruntled.

"-And play soccer with them." I finish telling my intentions with his balls.

"Oh, its so good to know my balls're gona be usefull after they're chopped off by you." He scoffs as if i cant rip them off of him.

Oh, he just needs to get me more angrier to see that.

"Yeah?" I raise my eyebrows in mocking manner.

"Yeah."

"Yeahhhhhhh." I put my tounge out and make the ugliest face that i can make whichs clearly the ugliest because even if i dont see my face right now i can see Chase's expression. Its not a happy one.

"You've just won the ugliness contest, congrats." He goes back to failing to wear his socks.

"Of course i did since im your sister." I retort, going back to my eating my cereal in peace.

"Yeah, right."

I can sense him roll his eyes because he thinks he's the 8th wonder of the world. He has the lookings for that, ill admit, but he's nothing but the next a$$hole to me right now.

We dont talk after the lovely conversation about his balls and i cant say i lost my appetite after that subject.

Nothing can lose my appetite.