My Not So Little Brother
There was a time, many years ago, when I thought my little brother was cute. Then he got to be about eight or nine years old and just became an annoyance. Luckily for me, right around the time when he started to get extraordinarily annoying, I was able to move away to college for three-fourths of the year.
But now I'm back home for the summer and dealing with him again. I have a feeling that he's getting to the tipping point, the time at which he peaks as an annoyance and then gradually becomes a regular, tolerable human being. He's 16 and I can see signs of him being someone I can tolerate for more than 10 minutes at a time. He's not there yet, but it's on the horizon.
I've been slowly coming around to seeing him as a semi-adult lately, and then yesterday something just hit me like a ton of bricks and made me realize just how grown up he is.
My little, stupid, annoying brother, who used to pull my hair, point out my physical development to anyone we came in contact with, and pull his pants down in front of my friends when they came over, had a girl over to the house while my parents were away yesterday.
I know this because I came home from work about two hours early and her cute little sports car was in our driveway. Funny thing is, when I went into the house to say hello, they were nowhere to be found. Guess what? They were in my brother's bedroom.
First of all, it's humorous to me that he is now doing things I used to do, namely having people over to the house while my parents are at work and not telling them about it. I, of course, have absolutely no problem with that or even with him bringing girls up to his room.
It's just shocking to me. I didn't even think he was all that interested in girls, beyond talking about their "tits" and talking about all the stuff he'd "do" to them. I just figured it was typical 16-year-old talk between he and his little buddies. But now he's got a girl up in his room, doing who knows what, and it just totally flew under my radar.
I have to say, I'm sort of proud. He's a good looking kid and, although I generally can't stand him, I can see that people his own age might enjoy hanging out with him. And really, would you rather have your annoying brother be popular and have a lot of friends, or would you rather have your annoying brother be a total loser?
On one level it might be funny if he was a loner who was home alone on Saturday nights, but I do want him to have a good life. Plus, maybe he'll become a better person if he's happy with his life. And, even more importantly, maybe one of his friends will have a cute brother or something.
Anyway, I waited around downstairs, checking my e-mail and watching TV. After about 20 minutes, the two of them came floating down the stairs, smiling and laughing. She had the look of love in her eyes and he had that "I can't believe she let me do that to her" grin on his face.
Then they saw me sitting there and I could tell my brother wasn't sure what to say or think.
"Hi. I'm Ashley. What's your name?"
"I'm ..." this cute little girl who was now not so much in love as totally embarrassed, started to say.
"This is Kelly ... Kelly, this is my sister," my brother said, flashing me the same look he used to flash me when he spilled something on the carpet.
I decided right then and there that I would be nice to this girl, so I introduced myself, asked her where she lived, and avoided the topic of what she was or wasn't doing a few minutes earlier upstairs, under the watchful eye of my brother's Britney Spears poster.
And, amazingly, she seems like a nice, normal, attractive 16-year-old girl. She has blond hair, blue eyes and a nice, petite body, she is almost as tan as I am, and she was very chatty and sweet. In other words, she's far, far too good for my brother. But I won't mention that if she doesn't.
I also promised my brother that I wouldn't say a word of any of it to my parents, a promise I plan on keeping despite the fact that he used to squeal on me constantly. ("Ashley had a boy over ... Ashley and her friends were smoking outside ... Ashley punched me in the stomach ...")
So that was my day yesterday. Come home early from work, meet your brother's girlfriend (or whatever she is) and figure out that he'll turn 17 pretty soon and is actually turning into a real, live, horny boy.