~Sleep is the Best Cure~ A Diary of a Med Student

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

"Can you help me carry this in?"

WHY CAN'T I HAVE ROMANTIC DREAMS?!

Ahem. I mean...

Well, let me explain.

I was sitting on the front steps; apparently I just graduated from high school. I was in shorts and a Fenwick T-shirt, hands propping up my head, staring into the sunset. My daydreaming was jarred awake by a silver sedan that parked right in front of the house (illegally). And out came...

Sephiroth, from the driver's seat. In a Harvard sweatshirt and jeans, his hair in a ponytail.

My first course of action was to scream "ARRRRGH! SEPHIROTH IS HERE AT MY DOORSTEP! I'M GONNA DIE A GRUESOME DEATH!" but ignoring my panic, he went to the trunk and pulled out two duffel bags.

Erm...?

"Can you help me carry this in?"

My next thought was that he was visiting my neighbours. Maybe he was their son that I never had the chance to meet before. Alas, that was not the case. He casually walked up the front steps to MY house, got out the keys, and opened the door.

Next course of action in my head: "ARRRGH WHY IS SEPHIROTH GOING INTO MY HOUSE"

"How was school?"

"... huh?"

Before I was able to answer the Sephiroth Nobilis' question, my parents were running to him, hugging him, playing the loving parents. No, they were my parents, not Lucrecia and Hojo (ew). Turns out Sephiroth is my brother, just finished his junior year at Harvard, a government major and is planning to go to Harvard law school. A student, a Rhodes candidate, e.t.c. He happened to be a normal brother.

Anyway, after he stored his duffel bags into his room (which is not in the real-life floor plan, but happens to be right next to my room), he took me to Borders because I wanted to use a gift card I received. We went to Oberweis after that, we had ice cream, he drove me home, only to find out that there was a bright red car in the parking lot.

My thought: "Great. A lunatic is going to be in my neighbour's house, possibly the kind who plays Nine Inch Nails at two in the morning."

My brother parked, I got out, and we went into the house, only to see a redhead at the dining table, eating... cookies.

That's right. Reno eating cookies.

He was dressed in jeans as well, but lost his goggle-like shades, and was wearing a COLUMBIA T-shirt. Turns out he's my older brother as well, now going into his sophomore year at Columbia, in Engineering.

He asked me how school was. I told him how I missed out prom and graduation. Reno assured me that those two events were meaningless wastes of money. Then he called me "sis".

So... to summarize: I'm their baby sister.