(My thanks have to go to LissaSue, her editing made this a much easier read. This is a stand alone story, it's a little long but I hope you stick with it, who knows you may even enjoy the read. The idea for this story crept up on me and I'm hoping I did the idea justice. I will let you, the reader be the judge.)
The countdown to end of term was on. I had a few papers to hand in, but nothing I couldn't get finished in an hour or two. The door banged open, and my roommate bounced in, full of his usual enthusiasm, and the rest of the guys waited in the hall, waving banners and cheering. I guess the papers would have to wait until morning; we were off to the basketball game.
It was the fierce rivalry between the colleges that made it more fun. I was already changed and heading for the door when my cell rang. My first thought was to drop it onto my bed and deal with it later, but looking at the front to see who it was stopped all thought of doing any of that. When Mom phones, it was always important. "Hey, Mom, what's up?"
Her silence made me think there was something wrong with the line, but she eventually said, "What's all that noise?"
"Some of the guys have dropped by. We're off to the basketball game," was my reply.
The pause on the line alerted me that she was thinking about what to say next. Mom never thought about what to say, she just came right out and said it. She had been the dominant force in our house ever since I was old enough to realize it. I loved Dad with all my heart, but even he knew that when it came to decisions in the house we all went to Mom.
Don't get me wrong, Dad was no wimp by any stretch of the imagination; if he thought Mom was wrong, he would rein her in. The fireworks that ensued made for good listening, but he always seemed to win those arguments. He had never been a people person; Dad was simply a hands-on kind of guy. You put him in front of an architect's drawing, and he could punch holes in all the weak spots. It was that gift that not only kept him in a job, but earned him a couple of good promotions. How Mom and Dad ever got together sometimes amazed even me, but they do say opposites attract. I just didn't realize the saying also included polar opposites. But as for home, that was simply Mom's domain, and very rarely did he interfere in the day to day running.
"You finish term in a week. Can you get home any earlier?" she asked impatiently.
Knowing Mom, that wasn't a question. It was as close to an order as she could get on the phone. Now I knew something was up because pulling me out of college, even a few days early, was unheard of by her. This was important. I kicked the guys out, telling them I would see them at the game, and sat down so I could talk to her more clearly. "I have two papers that need to be handed in within the week. I can get them done tonight and be on the road mid-morning. Mom, what's going on?"
"Your sister is a hairs breath from being kicked out of college. Come home and help me sort her out." At that, she hung up the phone, leaving me to look at my cell and trying to make sense of half a minute worth of conversation. All thought of attending the game had gone. My coat now hung over the back of my chair as I got stuck into my two papers.
By early-morning, I was already a hundred miles away from campus; digging into the remaining two hundred from home. All thought of eating was put on hold. 'Perhaps that wasn't a good idea,' I thought. It would be amongst the first things Mom would ask as I came through the door.
By two in the afternoon, I was walking in the house and into the kitchen. Mom already had a sandwich and milk ready for me. My first instinct was to ask about Caitlin, but before I could, Mom hit me with a barrage of questions. How was I doing at college? How was my social life? Was I eating ok? Finally, finding a pause in the conversation, I asked, "Mom, what's Caitlin done?"
"According to the dean's report, Caitlin assaulted another student, leaving him with a broken nose and bruised ribs."
"When is she due back?"
"She's here already. She arrived this morning."
Like lightening, I was out of my chair and up the stairs. Not even bothering to knock, I barged into her room. Caitlin was lying face down on the bed, plugged into her iPod, her bare feet in the air, swaying to the music in her head. California sunshine has sure been good to her. The sound of the door hitting the wall made her look up. She smiled and then frowned.
It had been close to five months since I had seen her. Even though we talked on the phone almost every day, seeing my sister in the flesh was always much better. If ever two twins were so different in looks than us, I have yet to find them. Caitlin is a blonde and naturally sucked sun up, turning it into a very healthy brown color. Her blue eyes, and those freckles across her nose, only added to her looks. Those shoulders and cat walk figure of hers always had the guys queuing up to date her. And I won't even mention that ass of hers, which is something that brothers are not supposed to think about when it's attached to a sister.
As for me, the brown hair and eyes was a present from Dad, and trust me, I've thanked him often. My nose isn't as elegant as Caitlin's either, thanks to a heavy winter when I was eight years old and hitting the side of the garage face first when I lost control of the snow sled. That same accident did something to my sight as well, and from that day on I've had to wear glasses. Caitlin once suggested contacts, but there is no way I'm putting anything that close to my eyes ever again. The side of the garage was personal enough for me. I suppose what saved me from looking like a carbon copy of a geek was my early love for middle distance running. I never finished above middle field, but it sure helped my body definition as I grew into it.
My sister, now shouting at me, brought me out of my reminiscing. "Dammit Matt, isn't a lady able to have some privacy in her own bedroom?"
Walking in and sitting on the edge of her bed I retorted, "Ladies, yes. Sisters, no. What have you been up to?"
"He had it coming Matt. I have witnesses. All this shit is simply paperwork." She had maneuvered the conversation. I wasn't going to get anything else out of her that much was for sure, so I left it at that and lay on Caitlin's bed, watching the ceiling and her feet as they came into view. "How's your school life going?" Caitlin asked, breaking the silence.
We talked for a couple of hours, mostly me, bringing Caitlin up to speed, and her cross examining me about my social life, or rather the lack of it. The comfortable feeling we had around each other returning to our conversation, along with the feeling that we had never left each other's side. I liked that feeling. She was my sister, and when I was at college I missed her more each day.
