Going to any place with a bus, subway or cab isn't a bad idea or thing but I don't use them. My credit card is empty so that rules out the subway. I don't carry cash that is Lene's job so another rule out for the cab. The only available option, my one of many nemesis: The Bus. Not that I don't know how to use it however memories down that lane makes me shiver on thought. I thought she was joking for a second about using my car thingy but it proved even more that she was always serious.
Coming to the meeting was excruciating in its own right. She slept in forgetting about the meeting, was indecisive when it came to dressing and the worst of all she complained about her breakfast. The meeting was for a few hours. Can't one go without it just for a few hours? At least the meeting went well. I have my pride to protect. Not that asking for a lift is a bad thing however I don't want to be ridiculed. For some of us men, we flash our cars, girls in our arms, we cast lots to flaunt our wealth and at boring times, compare our ex-girlfriends. It's rude but as the saying goes 'bros before hoes' . We fight and make up the next time we meet. I really respect women. Heck! I worship them. Well...some of them. My mother and sisters are the ones I worship. Although I worship them, that doesn't mean they get to do anything at their own will. When I found the packet of condoms in Earlene's guestroom, anger and disgust were understatements. I want to keep both my sisters as pure as the sun. They should have stainless souls. They should continue to be the virgins which they are although I doubt that. Sexually and in the drug world yes they are. It's weird for a brother to know this but that shows how close we are together.
Earlene is more of the reserved type and the youngest is the outgoing type. Earlene is like my big brother. Both are as quiet as a mouse and like that saying going 'she may be as quiet as a mouse, look for the tiger within' can be wild. Earlene is neither hot tempered nor mild. Until it's needed, she never shows. What she displayed back there was nothing. She took my mother's pure black hair, physique and my father's blue eyes so as my big brother who took my father's physique instead. They are like twins but born at different times. One being seven years older. They behave immaturely sometimes. The rest of us went random. All the women took our mother's physique, impatient attitude, height of five foot eight inches ( not a bad height but we still tower over them) and the famous pure black hair. I always ask my self whether we are cursed from getting that. My eldest brother received the pure black hair, so sleek ( lucky him) , her blue eyes, her impatient attitude, our father's physique and manners ( he built up more) and micro inches taller than my father.
I and the one before me share almost the same preferences when it comes to our description. I like to party and he likes to investigate. Our mother a pretty matron of a children's hospital married a professor for a husband. They expected us to follow up but we took different sails. The first born a business tycoon (if you are not informed you wouldn't know we are related. How he balances no one knows), second born a journalist (what happened on his graduationday is inerasable from my mind. My mother literally challenged the chancellor of his university to not give my brother his degree. it ended up in a verbal brawl ), Third born which is me became a fashion designer and a model (I'm the proud owner of Alva's Abode. A fashion agency),the fourth born...sorry (story for another time),fifth born a cardiologist and a model(she adopted the name Earlene for privacy. She is not a professional nevertheless a natural) and the last born the pride of Simba a psychologist ( she is a mess and wants to solve people's messes. She is a big glutton from Neptune. She is also addicted to opium something our mother doesn't know.)
We are pretty close however our mother can be overbearing. She one time organised a matchmaking event which ended up in an exhausted Enrique my big brother, a curious D-Norris, drunk Nage and I and finally a fuming Vine. who was angry at some people for destroying her garden designs. One thing dominant in our family is skin tones. All the boys are whites with little hints of the Pakistani and Indian traits courtesy of our mother. The girls got olive skin tones. We are loving towards each other that is why we hold family reunions each year mostly during the Christmas holidays. I am proud of my family albeit we are not what we seem to be. Truthfully speaking, I earn lots from her shoots. She truly is talented. I am glad we were able to secure the deal with the Frills. Now I can have my beauty sleep as always when a big deal is done. Speaking of which I must catch the Bus. Why would she go to the airport? For all I know except us siblings know her whereabouts. Mother will freak out when she learns of this. Before I could list out possible suggestions, someone called out to me.
"Hey son, you coming?" it was a bus driver. As much I hated the idea, it was the only available option. Earlene doesn't know what's coming for her.
"Yes, coming. Will you stop at Avenue lane?" I inquired.
"Uh... you mean the airport?"
"Yes the airport." I responded.
"Hop on then." Since I wasn't carrying cash I decided to use my mobile wallet. These come in handy in times like this.
" Not enough money in your wallet." The beeper announced. It wouldn't have been a problem if no one was present or if it hadn't said it out loud. My face flushed from embarrassment however it seeped into a frown with the former lingering behind.
There was this brunette whom I shoved off when I was walking down the pavement to the bus stop. She scowled and I smirked. If mother finds out, I'll be sent to rehab. She is against bad behaviour. Mother theorizes that only lunatics have no proper upbringing and good manners. Truth is sometimes it feels good to hurt somebody. She was smirking at me and mouthed 'pay back'. Had someone hacked into my mobile wallet?, Does anyone else know my pin?, Have I been duped? were the questions flooding my head. With the strength of Hercules, I managed to bottle up the boiling magma within. I felt hopeless for the second time and decided to boycott the whole idea. The beginning of my descend, I halted in my tracks. An elderly had paid for me much to her companion's dismay. I thanked her so much and for a while I thought I saw why mom donates to the aged. I turned to find the same brunette with a sullen look to which I smirked again. Heading to my seat, I received a call from Vine telling me to head home straight. Thus, the change of plans. I still couldn't wrap my head around the reason she went to the airport.
Brooke's street is a beautiful one. With a little bit of maintenance, it would look like a zen garden. Using the rusty elevator to Vine's apartment floor, I heard muffled voices coming from her apartment.