Thread: Your Brothers Know Best (Closed for The_PG)

Amelia had suffered the same plague that her brothers faced, though less pronounced. As she lay in bed, she couldn't get out of her mind the feeling flight, freedom, and acceleration she had experienced while with her brother Josh. With a dreary sigh she soon realized that it would be a few hours before the sandman would pay her a visit, so she resolved to turn on her lamp and resume an analysis paper on the poem Western Wind. Western wind, when will thou blow, The small rain down can rain? Christ! If my love were in my arms, And I in my bed again! It was an anonymous poem written by someone, in which the speaker expresses longs for a lover, and cries to the wind and the rain, and Christ for relief. In its simplicity, the utterance is in its purest form - clear, profound, and unpretentious, depicting a true human experience. Amelia hummed a tune softly as she began to write these words down for her rough draft, reflecting how these own words and the meaning behind them, reflected so true into her own life. Though she had her brother Daniel, she had begun to find herself craving hot passion so often portrayed in Hollywood movies. Still, those scenes had to be based on something, and she wanted to experience what those feelings were for herself. Perhaps that had been what drew Amelia to Lucas like a moth to an open flame. He wasn't like the boys she went to school with, he was so much more...mature. Not just physically, but mentally he was miles ahead of all of the other boys in her school...with the exception of Daniel. Her eyes widened and a blush shot across her face as for the briefest of moments she saw him lying on top of her with a sweet smile upon his lips, his bare chest heaving. Ugh...gross! I'm too tired for this assignment. I'll finish it tomorrow. She played it off to herself before throwing the poetry book across the room and shutting off the light for the night. Her dreams that night were filled with images and sensations of flying over the harsh pavement riding on a Harley Davidson. -- Daniel awoke in the morning to the gentle sound of his sister's footsteps entering the room. He could tell that she was trying to be quiet, but she was failing miserably, starting from the second that she opened the door. This was the usual routine every Saturday morning since they were five. She would sneak into his room, preparing in her mind what surely would have been a rude awakening, but just before she would put her plan into action, he would spring out of bed at her and scare her witless. She would pretend to be mad, even though she really wasn't, and then they could go about their day. The few times that they hadn't done this ritual, well, those days just didn't feel like Saturdays. So, like every Saturday morning, just as Amelia got to the edge of his bed and took a deep breath, he went to spring up and surprise her. And surprise her he did, himself as well. For rather than jump up out of his bed and up to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and brought her crashing into his bed down with him. Her squeel of surprise filled the room, then laughter, then silence as even after they both stopped laughing Daniel hadn't let her go. Daniel was transfixed by her eyes, and judging by her gaze, so was she. His face moved in closer to hers, her soft breath brushing against his cheeks, a little closer still, and then... Kids! I've got the omelets made! Get down here before they get cold! Their father had shouted from the bottom of the stairs. In a flash Daniel was on his feet and heading for the door, too embarrassed and confused to say much. Still, he did manage to turn his head and say innocently enough, What are you waiting for slow poke? Though no one could really say for certain whether it was the speed in which she had gotten up from the bed, or the speed in which it had taken her to get in the bed at all he was referring to. The day was passing rather uneventfully when suddenly Daniel's pants began to vibrate. It was a text message. Retrieving his cell, the message read, Dude, lets meet up at Tony's Pizzeria in half an hour. -J Amelia had gone shopping with their mom to spend the birthday money she had received on some new clothes and jewelry and whatever else girls liked to spend their money on. Their father was outside mowing the lawn, so the timing was perfect. He replied with a simple, Sure see you in thirty. Before putting on a simple denim jacket and walking out the front door. Upon arriving at the Pizzeria he spotted his brother sitting in the corner of the restaurant, already chatting up some cute waitress. Hey bro! Take a seat! Tell me what you want to eat and it's yours. Got to thank you for helpin me out with the 'rents. Were they pissed when Amelia got back? He asked Nah, they were fine. I think they were impressed you got her back to the house in after a decent amount of time. You did good. Daniel spoke, clasping hands with his brother as he took a seat and turned his attention to the waitress. I'll have a large pizza with everything on it and...a Sprite. He said, placing his order. Nah man! Have a beer. You deserve it. C'mon, I'm buyin and she ain't gonna care. What's one beer gonna do? Hey, Sheila, bring my brother a beer too! He called after the waitress who quickly jotted it down in on her pad. Dude, you sure? Well, if you're buying, I'm not arguing. Daniel said with a big grin as he leaned back in his chair. So, why did you call me out here anyway? I assume it wasn't so that you could spend all your money buying me pizza and beer.