Everyone's got that relative that can get under your skin or embarrass you to the core. Mine is my older brother. He's always had a way of getting me into trouble, embarrassing me or manipulating a situation. When I was twelve he convinced me that there wasn't enough air left in the car for all of us to survive while our mom was picking up some groceries. I busted out of our d-rang(dodge durango) and set off the loudest alarm known to man. He's mastered embarrassment so much that he can embarrass me without a single word.
It was freshman year of high school at that same forest green uniform wearing catholic high school. A bunch of friends were hanging out in the school atrium having a stellar time when in walks two young gentlemen. Everyone stops and stares, not cause of their rugged good looks but of the bleached blond hair and goose poop green gelled tips on the top of the shorter fellows mop. One girl said "ewe girls look at that guy, looks like someone puked on his head" another girl says "wow sucks to be him". There was a roar of giggles, I had to look up and see this guy with an obvious lack in style. As I looked up, without hesitation I muttered "that's my brother". He walked up to me said "hey loser" and walked off. Everyone shut up. Shayna awkwardly said "I mean its not that ugly" and they all got up and left. I felt like I was starring in some sort of She's All That spoof. I felt kind of bad for him. I mean he didn't mean to fashion faux pas. Then again, he probably did!
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hahah, i cant tell if this makes me like your brother more or not. i just dont have enough info to make that decision
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