I Never Knew My Brother Could Love Me This Way

I couldn’t go on with my work out. My body felt limp, weak and about ready to give up and die.
“Need water?” My brother, Jacob handed me a water bottle with a lovely sprinkle of condensation forming on the outside.
I nodded, “Yes!” said a breathless Colleen. I would have liked my name if I didn’t figure out a few years ago that my parents named me after an aunt who was later put in jail. No wonder my parents never tell us about her, they are ashamed. Every family has their problems… little did I know my brother and I would be adding to them.
“It’s getting late.” Jacob said, flinging a towel around his neck to soak up the sweat beads dripping from his body. “Mom and dad said our curfew was 11:00.” He picked up his bag and slung it over his shoulder.
“What’s the point of a 24 hour fitness place if you can’t use it for 24 hours!?” I groan in un pleased manner.
“These other people can. We can’t without mom and dad because they are nervous when we drive or are anywhere at night for that matter.” Jacob pushes the door open of the fitness center as soon as I have gathered my stuff, and lagly following behind. “Come on, Colleen!”
I roll my eyes, “Shut up!” I scream at him. An old couple give us the stink eye and I was half expecting my brother to give them the finger, but he showed some sort of respect and kept his fingers around his bag. He made it up by mumbling *fuck you*
“Stop it, that’s so embarrassing.” I say, sliding into the car. “When people walk past, they will think you escaped an institution.” I fastened my seat belt and put my ear buds in my ears and checked my phone.’ 25 messages from Tyler. Shit, I hope he isn’t mad’ I thought to myself. I texted him back saying I was working out and that he can come over tomorrow to hang out.
“Ooooo, Tyler!” Jacob looks over my shoulder as I am texting. “OOOOOO Tyler!” He repeats again when I take my ear buds out.
“Stop being retarded.” I push his head out of the view from him reading my private conversation and I slouch over so he doesn’t read them. “I’m hungry.”
“So?” Jacob starts the car and pulls out of the parking lot. “Why inform me? I can’t feed you.”
“But you have a car… you can take me to go get a burger.” I reach into my bag and pull out my wallet. “I’ll pay.” I bribe him.
He licks his lips, as if debating if this decision is ‘safe’ or not. I hate when he does that. Annoys the shit out of me. “……Fine!” He says as he turns the opposite way and heads to Burger King.
“Um… not Burger King…. Dairy Queen.” I point down the dim lit road and Jacob groans.
“Whatever.” He mumbles again and I get furious.
“JACOB! IF YOU SO MENTION ONE MORE WORD UNDER YOUR BREATH I WILL TAKE MY GLASS NAIL FILE AND STAB YOU IN THE EAR! AND CUT OFF YOUR PENIS AND BLEND IT UP AND MAKE YOU DRINK IT!” I scream at him.
Being Jacob, he just chuckles, “Colleen, you dirty girl. You probably wanna gaze at my cock before chopping it off.” He bats his eyes and I bend over and dig through my bag.
“Hmmmmm….” I say, scrounging around in my bag, pretending to look for my nail file, even though I know it is at home, safe and sound in my vanity drawer. “I know it’s in here somewhere.”
“Colleen, cut it out.” He reluctantly turns down the street, as if he is defending himself from being brutally hurt.
I have trained him well.
We stop by Dairy Queen, and order through the drive through, and Jacob offers to pay for the burgers surprisingly. I let him too. (Kiss ass of a brother I got) We drive home, and race to the door, barreling through it to get to the kitchen.