I’M GONNA KILL YOU in my boys of tommen reality,, or a ( 1.1K word: ~3:58 min read ) excerpt about a fight and a reconciliation with my brother for his birthday 🤗🤗🎉
“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Sebastian!” I yell from the first floor of our big house. I’m looking up the stairs at him with pure rage in my eyes.
And Sebastian looks about ready to fucking bolt. He’s taller than me, sure, but he has significantly less muscle mass than me. “You can’t! You have visitors—witnesses!”
He points that out to me and my head whips behind me, like I don’t already know. I spot the six boys who had just showed up to my house out of the blue like…ten minutes ago? I don’t know, but it was right before Seb came home. Jay, Tommy, Patrick, Johnny, Gibs, and Hughie sat on the giant couch behind me. And when my head snapped back to them most looked away, as if that convinced me they’re not deeply invested in whatever’s going on.
I turn back to Sebastian and say nothing, I just start stalking towards the stairs. He panics, “No, no, come on Dory, you’re on a like two year hot streak, please don’t hit me!”
The nickname makes me angrier, and he sees that on my face and with the way I’m moving faster and up the stairs now. “Sorry! Sorry, I’m sorry!” he rambles out. Once I’m halfway up the stairs he starts running for his room, and I speed after him.
The door slams in my face, but I shove it back open before he can lock it. He stumbles back into his room from the force. And while he knows I won’t actually seriously harm him, the adrenaline of the chase is working him up regardless.
“First,” I push at his head, and he stumbles backward, “You borrow my car without asking.”
“I’m not done.” My tone is harsh and scary, and his mouth snaps shut. “Then you not only bump into a goddamn cirb, scratching my rims, you spill a five course happy meal worth of fucking food in the front seat.”
I smack him upside the head, “Are you fucking dense?!” I yell at him. He cowers at my voice while he massages the place I hit him. He doesn’t say anything.
I go from staring at him fuming, to looking around his room to get some of the heat off of him. I’m mad but I also have something in me telling me to just chill out on him after seeing the look on his face. “Grab your wallet,” I say sternly.
“Grab your fucking wallet, Bast!”
He rushes to grab his wallet off his bed, and as soon as he does I jump into action, grabbing a strong hold of his upper arm as I drag him out of his room.
As I continue dragging him down the hallway and to the stairs he’s muttering “Ouch, yeowch, that hurts, Tay.”
I tell him to suck it up, but loosen my grip ever so slightly anyway. Once down the stairs I drop his arm and try my best to avoid the stares of the six boys on our couch to grab my car keys. Their eyes take turns watching me or my brother’s terrified expression. With the keys in my hand, I just nod towards the foyer, “Out the door, Seb.”
“Just go out the fucking door, Sebastian.”
He’s quick to listen and races out the front door, leaving it open for me to follow. When I do, I don’t bother to touch it, because I didn’t plan on being out here long.
I corral a confused Sebastian to my car. Then I grab his hand and shove my keys in them. “You’re going to take my car to get it fixed up.”
“Now??” he asks exasperated.
I give him a look asking him if he wants to test me right now. “Yes, right now.” His hand readjusts the keys in it like he knows better and accepts the mission. “And you’re paying for it,” I finish off.
“Ughhh!” he groans, “You’re lucky I’m scared of you right now.”
“Play stupid games, won stupid prizes, Seb.” I then lightly shove his shoulder towards my car, “Now go!”
When I make my way back into the house after Seb has peeled out of the driveway. And I close the door behind me, my friends look at me. And I just force a sweet smile at them, “So what are you fuckers here for again? The usual sport shit?”
It’s been a good several hours since Seb had left the house. I’m sitting on the couch on my phone while a rugby match plays on the television in front of me and the boys.
I let them put it on because I’m nice, and also there’s nothing unejoyable about muscular men in tight and borderline revealing team kits grabbing each other. Thankfully for me they’ve given up on teaching me the rules, so I can enjoy my time ogling.
All of a sudden, the door swings open with a crash against the wall. The loud noise scares me, and the rest of my friends from the way the couch practically jumps, and when my eyes look for the potential danger, Sebastian is wincing while standing in the doorway. He shakes it off his face before bending down to grab a good several bags of fast food.
“I brought a peace offering!” he exclaims as he walks through the doorway, “One I didn’t spill in your car this time!”
Seb is struggling with the bags and I get up off the couch to help him. “No, no,” he tries to fight me off, move the bags from my reach, but I manage to take some of the bags off him anyway.
“You’re gonna drop this shit, Bast. Let me help.”
He grumbles a, “Whatever...” as we walk towards the kitchen.
Once the bags of food are on the marble counter, Sebastian wastes no time in getting the food out of the bags. “I wasn’t sure what your friends liked, but I feel like you can’t go wrong with chicken and fries. Bought enough to feed a—”
“Seb,” my hand reaches out to touch his forearm stopping his actions, “Slow down for a sec, and let’s talk.”
He sucks in a breath, “Right, yeah. Listen, I really am sorry, Dory.”
“You’ve said sorry enough today, Seb.”
He looks at me, relief flooding his expression, like he’s been anxious all day after the scolding I put him through this morning.
I offer her my own apologetic look, “It was an accident, I get that. And I’m sorry I took so much of my anger out on you. You’re my brother Seb, and human, I shouldn’t have acted that way.”
Seb let’s out a breathy chuckle, “Well, apology accepted.” He starts pulling out the food again, “But also I deserved the scare, that car is your baby, I should have been more careful with her.”
I pick up a fry from one of the many piles in front of me and pop it in my mouth. “You really should have been. But…” I shrug, “…lesson learned, right?”
“My wallet would agree with you, yes.”
MEMOS!! Happy Birthday to my big brother Sébastian!! One of my best friends who I wouldn’t know how to live without. Even when he’s not within a certain mile radius of me, hearing his voice over the phone and his sentiment over text does wonders for my mood and heart 💕💕🫶 I LOVE YOU MAN
