Post by Deleted on Jun 18, 2010 18:13:25 GMT -5
“Keith,” Rebecca called, sticking her head into her brother’s studio.
She heard the note he was playing go sour, and the clatter of the music stand falling.
Keith turned abruptly, his glaring eyes bloodshot from staying up the entire night before. “What?!” he sounded almost homicidal.
“Keef,” she sauntered in and plopped down on the piano bench. “I’m bored.”
“Good for you,” he said trying to remember the next note he had wanted to play.
“Watch a movie with me?”
“Rebecca, I’m--” he looked into those big green-blue eyes and backtracked. “Not doing anything important.” He dropped his head. “Fine, I’ll watch, but I’m not going into this alone.”
She gave him a huge smile. “Okay!” she squealed, and then pranced out of the room.
“The things I do for that girl,” Keith muttered to himself. “Time for torture—I mean reinforcements!” he pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
“Yeah Keith?” Came the deep voice he had grown so accustomed to over the years.
“Hey, Damo. Do you think you could head over here?” He asked.
Damian sounded like he may start squealing too. “Do you want to give me another lesson?” he referred to Keith teaching him the guitar.
“Uh…yeah.” He said. “Just hurry…I don’t have much time.”
“Okay!” Keith closed his cell phone with an evil grin.
~!~
Damian knocked on the door. Seconds later it flung open. “Damian!” Rebecca cried. “So you’re who Keith invited over.”
“Yeah!” he headed towards the studio.
“Uh…Damian?” she interrupted. “Keith’s in the living room.”
“Huh?” Damian turned and began walking to the living room. “What’s he doing in there?”
“Hey Damo,” Keith said as he walked in.
“I thought you were going to give me a lesson,” He sat on the couch next to him.
“I am.” Keith said triumphantly. “‘Never defy thy sister’” he gave him a knowing look. “Trust me.”
Rebecca put the disk into the player and sat between the two guys as the name of the movie flashed across the screen.
“‘The Notebook’!” Both boys cried out, glaring at the girl.
“Again?!” Keith shouted. “No, we’re watching something…something…”
“Masculine!” Damian finished for him.
“But Keef,” she gave him her best puppy dog look. “It’s my favorite.” He lip quivered.
Keith’s jaw tightened as he stared down at her, trying his hardest to keep from awing. With a wince he caved. “Fine.”
She giggled and threw her arms around him. “You’re the best big brother!”
“I know.” He sighed.
“But--” Damian tried to intervene.
“Shh!” Keith whacked his arm. “Becca boo boo’s watching her movie.
~!~
The screen went blue as Rebecca pressed the stop button. “Ah…” she sighed. “I love that movie.” She heard a whimper. “Keith?”
He was curled into the corner of the couch. “Keith?” she was concerned. “Are you alright?”
He sat up quickly. “Yeah.” He tried to nonchalantly wipe away his tears. “I mean, no.” He tried to laugh. “It’s for girls, it’s stupid.”
Right.” She replied sarcastically.
“What?!” He stood. “I’m gonna go watch some…footy now! Ha!” he strode away, trying to nurse his injured pride back to health.
She shook her head after him. “What a lout, right Damo?” she heard no reply. “Damian?” she turned and saw him wrapped in a tight ball, his face buried in a pillow. “What’s wrong?”
He pulled his face up. Tears streamed down from his huge blue eyes as he started sobbing. “It’s not fair!” he yelled. “The whole…you’re a bird…I’m a bird…and then...the whole…and the… and she” he tried to get out between sobs. “And…and…wah!” he crashed his head onto Rebecca’s shoulder and kept crying.
Keith poked his head back in. “Geeze,” he thought. “And I though I was emotional.”
She heard the note he was playing go sour, and the clatter of the music stand falling.
Keith turned abruptly, his glaring eyes bloodshot from staying up the entire night before. “What?!” he sounded almost homicidal.
“Keef,” she sauntered in and plopped down on the piano bench. “I’m bored.”
“Good for you,” he said trying to remember the next note he had wanted to play.
“Watch a movie with me?”
“Rebecca, I’m--” he looked into those big green-blue eyes and backtracked. “Not doing anything important.” He dropped his head. “Fine, I’ll watch, but I’m not going into this alone.”
She gave him a huge smile. “Okay!” she squealed, and then pranced out of the room.
“The things I do for that girl,” Keith muttered to himself. “Time for torture—I mean reinforcements!” he pulled out his cell phone and dialed.
“Yeah Keith?” Came the deep voice he had grown so accustomed to over the years.
“Hey, Damo. Do you think you could head over here?” He asked.
Damian sounded like he may start squealing too. “Do you want to give me another lesson?” he referred to Keith teaching him the guitar.
“Uh…yeah.” He said. “Just hurry…I don’t have much time.”
“Okay!” Keith closed his cell phone with an evil grin.
~!~
Damian knocked on the door. Seconds later it flung open. “Damian!” Rebecca cried. “So you’re who Keith invited over.”
“Yeah!” he headed towards the studio.
“Uh…Damian?” she interrupted. “Keith’s in the living room.”
“Huh?” Damian turned and began walking to the living room. “What’s he doing in there?”
“Hey Damo,” Keith said as he walked in.
“I thought you were going to give me a lesson,” He sat on the couch next to him.
“I am.” Keith said triumphantly. “‘Never defy thy sister’” he gave him a knowing look. “Trust me.”
Rebecca put the disk into the player and sat between the two guys as the name of the movie flashed across the screen.
“‘The Notebook’!” Both boys cried out, glaring at the girl.
“Again?!” Keith shouted. “No, we’re watching something…something…”
“Masculine!” Damian finished for him.
“But Keef,” she gave him her best puppy dog look. “It’s my favorite.” He lip quivered.
Keith’s jaw tightened as he stared down at her, trying his hardest to keep from awing. With a wince he caved. “Fine.”
She giggled and threw her arms around him. “You’re the best big brother!”
“I know.” He sighed.
“But--” Damian tried to intervene.
“Shh!” Keith whacked his arm. “Becca boo boo’s watching her movie.
~!~
The screen went blue as Rebecca pressed the stop button. “Ah…” she sighed. “I love that movie.” She heard a whimper. “Keith?”
He was curled into the corner of the couch. “Keith?” she was concerned. “Are you alright?”
He sat up quickly. “Yeah.” He tried to nonchalantly wipe away his tears. “I mean, no.” He tried to laugh. “It’s for girls, it’s stupid.”
Right.” She replied sarcastically.
“What?!” He stood. “I’m gonna go watch some…footy now! Ha!” he strode away, trying to nurse his injured pride back to health.
She shook her head after him. “What a lout, right Damo?” she heard no reply. “Damian?” she turned and saw him wrapped in a tight ball, his face buried in a pillow. “What’s wrong?”
He pulled his face up. Tears streamed down from his huge blue eyes as he started sobbing. “It’s not fair!” he yelled. “The whole…you’re a bird…I’m a bird…and then...the whole…and the… and she” he tried to get out between sobs. “And…and…wah!” he crashed his head onto Rebecca’s shoulder and kept crying.
Keith poked his head back in. “Geeze,” he thought. “And I though I was emotional.”