I have an elder brother who is years 2 older than me,
A guy of every women's dreams with his looks and smiles and artistic side.
He was the type of guy that would hold doors for random people,
Help old people carry shopping bags to their cars,
Believes that football, band and guitar are his reasons of existence,
He never mistreat a woman and is totally popular in school with his band and easy going personality.
We always have a great relationship unlike other siblings out there who fights and tries to kill each other.
My brother entered a medical school (everyone including me was surprised) this year,
While I am stuck doing my final year in high school.
Then last week, while I was trying to study history and for once not flunk that god forsaken subject again,
My brother crashed into my room, literally crashed into my room running and jumped on my bed, pulling a teddy bear to his chest.
That was totally UN-him to even touch my bear let alone sighing on my bed like a young maiden in love.
So I turned to him with a raised brow,
"Can I help you?" I asked coldly.
"Nah..."
"You look like a puppy in love." I said looking up from my book to his face. He raised his brows at my comment then smiled.
"I guess I am."
"Shit! Who's that unlucky girl?"
"Ha- ha.." he laughed drily and threw my bear at my face.
I rolled my eyes and returned to my book. That was his cue to leave as usual but he stayed laying on my bed and stared at me while I try to study.
"I am really trying to concentrate here. Would you stop that!"
"You're going to fail anyway, why bother." he said eying my thick history textbook.
"Because I always fail, that is why I am trying to read!"
We both rolled our eyes. I turned back to my book and he back to staring the ceiling.
After a long time, nobody said anything so I concentrated really hard thinking he had fallen asleep.
"Can I tell you something?"
"Are you sleep talking?"
"I am not, idiot."
"Fine, fine, what do you want me to hear?" I sighed and closed my book before turning to face him.
"I lost my first kiss today...."
I felt like strangling him,
"Jeez, I thought it's going to be something important like you dying or something. You lost your first kiss? You lost your virginity four years ago!"
"Shit! How did you know that?!" he sat up on my bed, shocked.
"You told me yourself when you came home drunk and crying and made a mess on the toilet bowl puking your guts out. Luckily mum and dad weren't home!"
"Oh,"
A silence followed.
"The thing is..." he started to say but stopped. He frowned looking down on his hands as though he was thinking hard.
"Well, actually-"
"What, what, what?! Stop dithering!" I lost my patience. "You got a girl pregnant?"
"Wha- no!"
"You dropped out from school?"
"No!"
"You want to kill yourself over reasons unknown and die?"
"No!"
"You realised you're impotent?"
"Hey! No! Jeez....!"
"Spit it out already, you're 19 year old, not a 12 year old girl in love."
"..... I kissed a guy today...."
A paused for a moment, totally unexpecting that and laughed.
"You lost a bet? I thought college don't have this kind of things anymore."
"..... He's in one of my class and he kinda kissed me..."
".... What?"
My brother sighed again and buried his face in his hand.
"I think I fell in love."
I frowned, not laughing anymore. My heart throbbed as I tried to understand what he was saying and truth hit me.
My brother fell in love with a man.
Beside, my 19 year old big brother started to sob silently behind his hands. I realized what he said was no joke. For a few minutes, I didn't know what to do but stare at him.
I am 17. I didn't know how to react or how to solve this sort of problem but my brother must have trusted me to tell me.
I got up from my chair, went and sat down beside him, pulled his hands away from his face and hugged him close while he cried on my shoulder for the first time ever.
It had always been him to hug me when I cry so that was the least I can do.
Three days later, I was introduced to the guy. I immediately knew why he liked my brother and why my brother liked him. Hell, I would gladly be his GF cause he's a hottie!
The way they talked and interact, I saw how happy my brother was. I wanted to tell him to stop, don't be a gay! But then I thought, love is still love. No matter in what form.
My brother came to me that day and told me things he can't even tell himself. I supported him.
And so, to the guy I said,
"You make him cry like that day, I'm gonna pull all your teeth out!"
They both smiled while the guy nodded.
My brother punched guys who hurt me before to protect me, and now it's my turn to protect him.
-True story and exact conversations between me and my brother. I may be straight but homosexual is not wrong!
