Chapter 4
Frisk hadn't been around to your house in a while. They were probably busy with ambassador work. Hopefully, it wasn't too stressful on them. Luckily, the guy had thrown eggs at your house hadn't come back. Good. Cleaning all the egg was tiring, even with help
Your laying on the couch in your living room watching some weird Mettaton show when someone knocks on your front door. You pull yourself up of the couch. You yell out a "Who is it?" as you approach the door.
"Hey, sib! It's me!" A familiar voice calls from the other side.
"Vinny?" You say.
"Yeah! It's your big bro! Come on, let me in! It's hot out here!" You unlock your front door and open it. Immediately after you do, your brother rushes forward and picks you up into a big bear hug. He was a tall guy. Certainly way taller than you. He had a bit of muscle going on, as well. He was wearing a black tank top, a pair of gym shorts, and sandals. He had a bit of a tan going, also. He must've been visiting the beach a lot. He also had a head full of light brown hair.
A pair of light green eyes, along with an average sized nose and mouth, completed his features.
"How's my little sibling doing? Haven't had any problems since moving, I hope." He gently sets you back down on the ground.
"Well, except for one little problem, no. I've been good." You step back to let him make come into the house and close the door behind him as he steps in.
"What kind of problem?" He asks as he takes a seat on your couch. He pats a spot next to him on the couch. You go over and sit with him.
"Ah, it's nothing," you say. "Just some of the local kids messing around. Eggs. TP-ing. Kid stuff." You don't want to tell him that it's actually some random asshole. Your brother never was one for people picking on you. You were his only sibling.
Vinny shakes his head. "Jeez, kids these days. You call the cops?" You nod. "Good."
"So," you begin, "not that I don't like seeing you and all, big bro, but what are you doing here all of a sudden?"
"Oh, I just thought I'd come and visit. Haven't seen ya in a few weeks." You look pointedly at his face. Then, you let out a sigh.
"That's a total lie, Vinny. You didn't come just to see me. Mom and Dad sent you, didn't they?"
He let's out a groan. "Dang. How'd you know?"
"Your nose twitches when you lie," you say. "Look, I'm fine here by myself. I'm an adult. I wish they'd stop worrying so much."
"They can't help it, little sib," Vinny says. "You're their baby."
"Baby? I'm twenty-three!" You let out another sigh. "What are they worried about this time?"
"They still want you to come move back in with us," your brother says. You groan. This again?
Ever since you moved out when you were eighteen, your parents had been worried about you living on your own. They'd never liked the fact that you'd decided to move so far away from home. They'd always treated you like a baby.
"Please don't tell me you feel the same way," you say to your brother. He's silent. "Your silence speaks volumes, Vin. I don't know how many times I have to say it. I'm fine here. Nothing bad has happened."
"Not yet," Vinny says. "What if you get robbed, or kidnapped, or..." He lets out a gasp. "What if you get killed?"
"Jesus Christ, Vin," you say, hands now on your face.
"What? It could happen! Which brings to the other thing I'm here about." You look at him. "Living here by yourself, who'll protect when something bad does happen?"
"I think I mentioned being an adult earlier," you say. "I can protect myself, I'm sure."
"Regardless of that," Vinny says, "your still my baby sib. We thought that you'd say no to moving back home. That's why Mom, Dad, and I have decided that I'll be moving in with you!" Your eyes widen.
"What?" You ask.
"Yeah! Isn't that great?" He pats you on the back. "You'll be plenty safe with me here! I can help around the house and stuff, too!"
"You don't really have to," you say. Actually, you really wished he wouldn't.
"Nonsense! You're my little, baby sib! I'm sure you'd do the same for me." He ruffles your hair. "I'll be right back." He gets up from the couch and heads to the door.
"Where are you going?" You ask.
"To get my stuff outta my car," he says. "Don't worry, I got it. You just chill." You watch as you brother opens your door and heads outside.
You scream on the inside while staring blankly at the TV.
So much for being an adult.