A Brother's Desire

   The morning sun peeped through my windows and penetrated the room through my torn curtains. 

    I opened my eyes and turned over to where my alarm clock was kept– the piece of shit was set to go off one hour earlier, and it didn't. 

     I knocked it off the table near my bed and when it fell down, there were many alarm clocks lying hopelessly on my floor, and they were just as hopeless as I was, and I for one, had no idea of how to fix the parts of an alarm clock together. 

   I raised up my head and moved to get out of my bed and when my foot met the floor, I fell down, hitting my face on the Godforsaken bed's frame. I forgot that my room was as bad as hell, though I hadn't been there… yet.  

   I reached for the door and threaded carefully, watching each step as I went, so as not to fall for the traps of the room, on the floor. 

  The pavement wasn't looking great so there were multiple holes, almost all around the floor and if I mis-stepped, I was either going to end up lying flat on the ground with a bleeding nose or I would end up having my toe broken. 

  And when I successfully made it out of the room, I met yet another threat– the one that really needed bending to its will.

   I walked down the stairs and my stomach grumbled at the scent of a sweet fragrance, but at that moment, it was rather toxic. 

   I ran my hands through my stomach and exhaled deeply. 

"Thank God that wasn't hunger… I hope so." I said to myself and when I reached to the sitting room I came upon a figure about 5ft8 tall standing in front of the big mirror in one corner of the room. 

     He turned around when he heard footsteps approaching behind him. His smile was precious and his face brightened at the sight of me. 

   "Hey Morning!" He cheerfully greeted me, buttoning up his shirt and then he paused halfway, I looked directly at his chest and my eyes met his yummy chest which was tempting enough, but I wouldn't submit to it, not when he was my cousin. 

   He was at ease for a moment and when hee caught me looking at HIm, it was enough to jump to a conclusion. 

  And he left it open, but I took my eyes off him to look around the room. 

    Pascal was a sweet and extraordinary guy, he had this outstanding slim but athletic body which made him awesome. 

   He had the most beautiful dimples I've ever seen when he smiled from his heart. 

    He was just as young as I was, and had only his work to take care of.

   Pascal had been hitting on me, making advances, and I was always giving him red lights whenever he tried. 

    There was no way I was going to end up in bed with my cousin, and I always wondered why he would be hyper-fantasizing. 

  And again, my stomach made the same grumbling sound again which made me wince a bit. 

   "What is it?" Pascal asked, utterly concerned. 

   "Nothing" I throwed off the reply quickly, trying not to meet his eyes. 

   "If you say so—"

  "Yes I say so" I throwed in another reply with my arms at my back and my hands coupled together. And I fixed my face on the floor. 

  He didn't know what to say again, but just let out a puzzled chuckle. My stomach grumbled again and immediately sent the words through my stomach avenue to my mouth's bus stop. And the bus moved out immediately. 

   "What's with your perfume!?" I didn't even know I said that until after a moment and a rather confused look on his face. 

  "What's wrong with the perfume? You don't like it?" He asked, disturbed and sniffing his shirt.

   And I really didn't like making someone feel bad about what they wore, or their perfume or even what they ate, Pascal especially. 

   "No not at all, I was just curious haha I mean, you just dressed up, sprayed perf and not going anywhere."

  "Oh yea…?" And he cheered up immediately which made me feel fine. 

   "Yeah" I added, smiling with him. 

   "Well, I'm not going anywhere alright, but…" 

   "But what?" I jumped in

  "I … I just wish someone would go out with me or take me out or something haha" he said in a hasty voice, and I put up a fake smile. 

   "Oh really?" 

   "Yeah" He answered hopefully. 

   "Good luck with that cuz" I said and turned around, and exhaled at my freedom. 

  I didn't want to look at his face at that moment, because I knew for a fact that it wasn't going to look too good. He wasn't going to feel good either, but not looking at his face was better.

  He sat down on the cushion chair and I heard him let out a frustrating sigh. 

   I walked over to the kitchen feeling hopeful. And when I opened the old fridge on top of the kitchen's marbled cabinet, my stomach was frustrated, and it grumbled annoyingly that It stinged and I winced again, this time audibly. 

   I held my stomach and didn't hear any word from Pascal from the sitting room. 

  But he spoke after a while, he really cared, and I could tell he was trying not to show that he cared, but it was just as if he had to. 

  "Arianne, are you okay?" His voice echoed from the sitting room. 

  "Yeah I'm fine!" I yelled out. 

  Then, I realized why my stomach had been grumbling, it wasn't because of his perfume, it was because of hunger. And there was nothing in the kitchen. 

    I wept secretly inside, and when I closed the fridge's door, I jumped at the sight of Pascal who was standing there like a ghost. 

   "Damn it Pascal! You scared the hell out of me" I said, holding my heart with my hands.