It was about a week before our first college spring break. Brandon and I had not seen much of each other since Christmas break (and even then it wasn't much time since we spent most of it with our families). But I had an idea for the spring break. My idea was that we would come home and spend a night with our families. Then the next morning we would leave and go up to my family's lake house and spend the rest of our break there.
I called my mom to see if it was ok and she said it was. So I called Brandon and asked if he was up for it.
"Yeah, all right. Sounds like fun, if you know what I mean." he said.
"Awesome," I replied. "See you next week."
After we hung up my mind was racing with all of the things that we would be doing during our week alone with each other. We could swim in the lake, soak in the hot tub, sit on the deck that overlooked the lake, or we could just watch TV. We could also fuck the living daylights out of each other as much as we wanted. We wouldn't even have to put clothes on since we were going to be alone the whole time.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the morning finally came when I had to pack my clothes and leave my apartment for a week. I set off at seven o'clock that morning. I was so excited to see my family since I hadn't seen them in a few months, but I was more excited for the next day when I would have to go and get Brandon. After about an hour of driving, I finally pulled into the driveway of my mom's house. Both my mom and my little sister came running out to greet me.
We went through all of the kisses and hugs that normally happen when you see a family member you haven't seen in months. My mom went inside and left my sister, Jessica, to help me bring my stuff in. Then out of nowhere my little sister (I say little but, at eighteen, she was only a year younger than me) punched me in the arm so hard I dropped the backpack that I had just grabbed out of my car.
"Ouch, Jessie, what was that for?" I asked.
"It was to let you know that I'm pissed at you," she said, "How can you only come on for one day then go spend the rest of your break with Brandon? We were best friends first. We spent all of our time together until you met him. You started spending less and less time with me. And now you are just going to shove me aside again and go spend a week with him at the lake house when we haven't seen each other in months."
She turned away from me with my backpack now in her hand but before she did I saw a tear rolling down her cheek. I hadn't realized that hanging out with Brandon so much had affected her like this. Once she had said it though I immediately realized that she was right. Once Brandon and I met in eighth grade, I did push her aside. I wanted to make it up to her but I didn't know how. Then it hit me. As much as I wanted to spend some time alone with Brandon, I loved Jessie more.
I followed her into the house and founder her in her bedroom on her bed with her face buried in her pillow. I sat down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder.
"Hey," I said, "I have an idea. How about you come with us? It'll be just like when we used to go there when we were little. We'll have so much fun."
"Do you mean it," she asked, "You aren't just going to ignore me?"
"I promise."
She sat up and smiled at me. It's funny how sometimes you don't know that you have been missing something until you see it again. Once she smiled at me I realized that I had missed it for quite some time.
"You better start packing," I told her as I wiped the last tear from her eye, "We are leaving first thing in the morning."
"Ok."
As she started throwing clothes into her a backpack, I started to smell the delicious smell of bacon. Apparently, since it was still early in the morning, my mom had decided to cook breakfast for us. Once Jessie was done packing we walked out to the dining room and sat at the table to eat. As we were eating we told mom about the change in our plan and she seemed happy about it.
After breakfast we spent a couple of hours hanging out with mom. Then, after Jessie sneaked a peak st the clothes in my backpack, she decided that I had nothing good to wear. She offered to take me to the mall and help me pick out some better clothes. I was about to say no when I remembered the conversation we had earlier that morning. Realizing it would be a good way to get caught up with her, I told her it was a good idea.
"Awesome, let me go get my purse!" she said as she ran to her room.
It was just then that I noticed how much she had really grown since I started college. Just before the first semester had started my chin was at her eye level. Now, she was easily four inches taller.
We left a few minutes later. We spent most of the day at the mall shopping. She was picking out the clothes for me since I had no sense of fashion (hey, jeans match everything). When we were done at the mall we went out for lunch. While we were eating I figured it was as good a time as any to find out how she had been.
"So, are you and Jordan still going out?" I asked her.
"No," she replied, "Just after you left when Christmas break ended, he tried to put his hand up my skirt and I wasn't ready for anything like that."
When she said that I felt my big brother instincts kick in. Jordan was a friend of mine before he started dating Jessica, but now he was public enemy number one in my book.
I wasn't sure if I want to know the answer but I asked anyway, "What did you do?"
"I sent him to the emergency room with a broken wrist. The doctor said he would probably never be able to pitch a baseball again." she replied, as calm as ever.