Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Sail got out of this car, grabbed one of his many bags of clothes and his backpack, and made his way to the house. The Sail of last month would kick back, show these kids how to do a keg stand and call it a fun time.
The Sail of today, however, was going to be that annoying older brother about to break up a party, which would undoubtedly piss off his brothers. After tonight, the moniker of the uncool brother would be Sail’s new title of the Carter family. Oddly, he was okay with it.
With his backpack slung over his shoulders and a duffel clenched in his hand, Sail made his way toward the house. He groaned loudly when he saw some kids hanging from one of his mother’s beloved trees.
“Get out of the tree,” he yelled, sounding like father, which made him cringe a little on the inside. The kids either didn’t hear him or care to listen. He hollered louder and more forcefully, getting their attention. “You heard me. Now get!”
“What gives, man? Crew doesn’t care.”
“His mother does, and I’m sure yours has a problem with you disrespecting property. Now get out of the damn tree or else.” Sail didn’t have an “or else” in him but his father had said it so many times while he was growing up, Sail figured this was the right time to do it.
He waited for the kids to get down before he told them to get lost, that the party was over. They muttered some unpleasant words Sail didn’t care to hear again. He watched them scamper down the driveway, looking back every few steps, likely waiting to see if Sail was going to chase them. If he had the energy, he might have done it for shits and giggles.
The music blared from the house, and the stairs leading to the party he was about to break up loomed. He took each step one at a time, walked across the wide farmer’s porch his mother loved so much, and stood in the doorway, staring at a group of girls dancing with red cups in their hands. The scene was all too familiar to him. But he was a college senior, not a high school student. There was a huge difference.
Sail thought about setting his bags down, but he didn’t want some kid walking off with his stuff. He contemplated whether he should turn off the lights or find the music source and opted for the former. He flicked the switch up and down, much to the whiney disagreement of the teens near him.
“Dude, like stop. You’re going to give me a migraine,” one of the dancing girls said as she leered at him, making him feel like he needed a shower.
“Parties over,” he told the group.
“Nah, like Crew didn’t say.”
“No, but his brother did. Get out of the house.” Sail walked into the living room and scanned the space until his eyes landed on his brother sitting in the corner, nuzzling with a girl. As much as Sail wanted to bust him, Crew learned this shit from him and Dune.
“Crew Carter!” Sail yelled when he was within a foot of the youngest Carter. Crew pulled his lips away from the young woman and lazily looked at Sail and smiled . . . and then the smile morphed into an “oh shit” look. His eyes went wide, he stepped away from his friend and ran his hand through his hair.
“Sail? Uh . . .”
“End the party, Crew. Now!”
Said didn’t wait for his brother to agree or disagree. He turned toward the stairs, telling people to get out of the house as he climbed. He was going to severely hurt his brother if there was someone in his room. At the top of the landing, he turned down the hall and walked toward his room. With his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep, calming breathe and went in.
“Thank fuck,” he muttered to the empty room. He set his bags down and contemplated flopping onto his bed and closing his eyes, but now he needed to babysit his brother.
After giving him a few minutes to get the people out of the house, Sail made his way downstairs, where a few stragglers lingered.
“Crew!” Sail barked out.
“These are my friends,” Crew said nervously. “Mom and Dad said they could stay over.”
Sail eyed the two boys warily. They hung their heads in what Sail hoped was embarrassment.
“What in the hell were you thinking?” Sail asked his brother.
Crew’s head dropped.
Everyone in town knew the Carters. They were well respected, and Crew knew better than to throw a party with their parents gone.
“Where’s Tidal?”
“He’s at work,” Crew said.
“Did he know you were doing this?”
Crew shook his head.
“Get this house cleaned up.” Sail turned and went outside, back to his car to get more of his things. With each return trip to the house, the boys were busy cleaning. They moved as if their asses were on fire, which Sail appreciated. Unless Tidal came home and caught all of this, Sail intended to keep this between him and Crew.