Chapter 6: Sentimental brother
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Chapter 6
Ethan
I can't believe this, it all feels like a dream, a dream that would never come true but did. I feel so lucky right now.
Abbi’s lips against mine, I will never forget what our first kiss felt like, it's something that I will never feel again. So warm and so soft. And her kisses ... I can't describe the feeling I get from kissing her.
I lie in bed and think about what happened yesterday. Trying to get myself to understand that I haven't dreamed. The only thing I see before I is Abbi’s lips, Abbi’s kisses, Abbi.
I feel how my friend starts becoming harder and starts rising. Jesus, sometimes it's hard to be a boy. I stand up and go as fast as I can to the bathroom next to my bedroom and take care of it. I wash my hands after I'm done. What would Abbi think of me if she knew that I think of her in this way too? Oh well, she can take all the time she needs, I don't need to hurry until she is ready, I can ... satisfy myself.
When I get back to my bedroom Mica is sitting on my bed, waiting for me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
"Is my baby brother not happy to see big brother?" He asks cheerfully but with a pretend hurt undertone.
"Not exactly, not since yesterday at least”, I say and feel how my cheeks are getting hot.
He pats the bed beside him. ”It wasn't that bad," Mica says still smiling.
"It wasn't?" I say aloud. "Are you kidding me? You came into the kitchen when Abbi and I, um...”
"When you almost had s*x in our family's bakery, yep," Mica says and nods to his own answer.
"No, we didn't," I say offended.
"Well your almost unbuttoned shirt said something else," Mica says.
Wait, what did he say? Abbi unbuttoned my shirt? No way ...
Suddenly Mica sighs and pretends to look sad.
"My baby brother is starting to grow up," he says.
"I'll be seventeen soon," I say and look wonderingly at him. "I'm not a baby".
"I know Ethan, I know," he says, suddenly serious.
"What is it then?" I ask. "Having problems with birthdays, you weren't particularly sad when you turned twenty-two."
"No, no it's not birthdays," he says. "It's just your birthday."
What's he trying to say right now? What's wrong with him?
"Mica, just say what you want to say," I say impatiently.
"I just ... sometimes when I look at you, you know in the café, I can see you as the five or six years old little boy you used to be, standing on your tiptoe with your short legs and peeking over the counter to watch dad bake, to learn, and I remember how curious you were, and how you sometimes curled into a ball when mom came or how much you laughed when you managed to bake something on your own", Mica says. "Sometimes I just want to have my five-year-old little brother back."
My big brother has feelings, how bout that?
"You know you have Jim too right?” I ask.
"But Jim's wacky," he says. "I saw him accidentally fart in his hand and then smell it, ugh." I start laughing. ”And that's different anyway, you are my baby brother, it's almost six years between us," Mica says. "Jim is also my little brother but between the two of us it's only two years, it's not the same thing.
"What are you trying to say?" I ask quietly.
"That I feel bad that I just left you with this," he says, and puts his hand on my bruise. "I shouldn't have run away".
"I can manage," I say.
"You think you can," Mica says. "We stood up to her, but you don't because you love her too much. She should be able to control herself when she becomes angry, she shouldn’t hit you".
I raise a brow.
"Don't you love our mother?” I ask. ”She’s a good mother when she not angry”.
"Yeah but I lost respect for her as well," Mica says. "When I first saw her hit you as a three-year-old, something inside of me broke, and I lost all respect I had for her".
I look at him and know that he wants to say something else, too.
"I know you're leaving something out," I say. "Just tell me what it is".
"Ethan you can't be that thick-headed. I'm trying to tell you something by telling you this, I'm actually trying to tell you something very important?" Mica says irritably. I think about it and come up with an answer exactly when Mica says it. ”I love my baby brother very much, and I have missed you."
I'm about to say something, but before I can Mica pulls me into a hug. He never hugged me like that before. A hug full of brotherly and protective love and.
"I love you to Micael," I say.
Mica laughs and stands up.
"Well, dad wanted me at the café today," Mica says and stands up.
"Go," I say. "But remember, you don't bake better than I so don't try to take my place."
"No one can replace you Ethan", he says and disappears out the door.
I raise my eyebrows and look at how Micas' shadow disappears.
Why has Mica become so sentimental all of a sudden? I think it's pretty weird, to be honest, he has always been this tough guy, and he has never really been good at showing his emotions at all. And now he just declared his love for me. It feels good but weird at the saw time. But yeah, I love him.
*
I'm in the room behind the counter, counting the coins and writing the total on a piece of paper when I hear the doorbell ring. A customer.
"One moment please!" I shout.
I write down the final sum and put away the coins. I open the door and walk out.
"Welcome to Scott’s café," I say. "How may I..."
I interrupt myself when I see who it is. She smiles and finishes my sentence.
"... Help me?"
I give her a sneaky smile.
"Well, how can I?" I say and stand behind the counter.
Abbi wakes up and bends over the counter.
"You can lean forward," she says. ”That would help me a lot”.
I put my arms on the counter and lean forward, our faces are a few millimeters apart.
"Is this okay?" I whisper to her.
"Nope," she giggles. I smile and press my lips against hers again. This girl is amazing. ”When do you finish?” She asks me after we part.
“In thirty minutes”.
“A quick turn to the beach?” She asks.
“Absolutely”, I say.
I feel so lucky, it’s like a dream and I don’t ever want to wake up.
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