My brother eats like a barnyard animal. The way he eats things make me wanna be sick. It's like his bottomless stomach has no limits, and he would often push it to the extreme. Today was no different.

Dad was out investigating a potential case, which left me in the company and care of Dean. It was then decided by Dean that we go out for lunch while Dad was busy. I'm one to talk, as I can be greedy too, but I know my boundaries when it comes to eating.

"Just pick something already," I whined, slamming my menu down onto the table. "I'm getting older just waiting on you."

The diner was pretty quiet, regardless of it being 1pm in the afternoon. We sat in the corner booth, near the restrooms, a fact which might come in handy in case my brother wanted to hurl. If Chisel Chest continues with his gluttonous ways, then his insides are gonna turn into bacon grease and lard.

"Put a sock in that pie hole," remarked Dean, still skimming through the menu with his eyes. "Or else your gonna be payin' for the meal."

With a heavy sigh and a roll of the eyes, I lounged back in my seat. I then gave a small tug on the tongue of my baseball cap. The tongue of the cap created a slight shadow across the upper part of my face.

"What are you wanting then?" asked my brother. When I gave him an innocent look as if to say 'you told me to put a sock in it', he rolled his eyes. He then said. "Take the sock out. I'll ask again, what are you wanting?"

I knew my order would be big, and I was waiting for my brother to tease me because of it. Since I'm small, people underestimated my abilities and skills. They all think that I'm this weak little kid, whilst my family have often described me as a spunky firecracker with a Donald Duck like temper.

"I'm gonna get the double bacon cheeseburger, with fries and mozzarella sticks, plus a large coke," I replied with a smirk. "Then maybe the apple pie with vanilla ice-cream. If I'm able to make room for pie."

Dean peered over his menu and narrowed his eyes at me. I stuck my tongue out at him in a playful way.

"You don't make room for pie, then you're a dishonor to the family name," he stated with a very cocky expression, before adding humorously. "And you'll be grounded for a whole month, for shaming me."

I scoffed and twisted my baseball cap, making the tongue face backwards. This was common banter between us, it often lead to us challenging each other. Mostly it involved food and pranks.

One time, I challenged him to eat a large spoonful of flour. Oh, the mess and noises that made. Let's just say he got me back on that, by making me stuff as many marshmallows into my mouth, without choking and spitting them out. Yuck!

"What are you having then?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes back at him. "I bet it'll make grease pour outta your skin. You'll end up looking like a strip of bacon."

My brother sniggered, giving me a harmless kick under the table, which made my shin bone shudder slightly. I'll get him back for that later.

"Oh, really? Then that means I'll be the best looking strip of bacon in town," smirked Dean, waggling his eyebrows. "All the ladies will just wanna eat me."

Once again, I rolled my eyes and scoffed at my older brother. Dean then pointed at the menu, highlighting his selection. The meal was correctly named: "The Ultimate Fatty Patty and Fries."

The description made it sound more monstrous. It was a eight patty burger; with eight slices of both American and Cheddar cheese; with five bacon strips and a few slithers of lettuce and tomato. There was also a heap of garlic lattice fries on the side.

"Ha! Yeah, whatever," I cackled, giving him back the menu. "You'll never eat all that. No way. Unless your asking to be sitting on the toilet all day."

Dean grinned at me, raising his eyebrows up and down like a absolute moron.

"My awesome chiseled stomach is able to handle anything. Just you watch, kiddo," he said. "I'll have room for pie too."

I have to say, as cruel as it sounds, it was both funny and painful to watch him eat that monstrous bacon cheeseburger. I had finished my meal long before my big brother, and I was simply watched him as I slurped my coke through a straw. My brother was now struggling.

"Having a little blockage in that garbage disposal stomach?" I teased with a devilish smirk. "For the record, you really don't wanna miss out on this apple pie. It's the best."

My brother glared at me, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster. His nostrils flared as he swallowed loudly. From what I could see, I knew his jaw was locking due to the pressure of chewing.

"I'm finishing this," stated Dean, his mouth still full of undigested food. He then added. "I'll prove it to you."

I grimaced as I sat forward, resting my elbows on the table. This was gonna end badly, and it didn't need a genius to figure it out.

"Dude, c'mon!" I remarked. "You're gonna made yourself sick. Then you'll be so bloated and fat, that a hungry family of cannibals could eat you for Thanksgiving."

Dean narrowed his eyes at me and continued eating. I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him once again.

"Okay, but I swear, that if you throw up on me, I'm gonna wring your neck," I commented with a sour expression. Then my face twisted in disgust when my brother burped. "Ewww! What the hell were you in a past life? You eat like a cow! It's disgusting!"

Afterwards, my complaining didn't let up as we headed back to the motel on foot. Dean's face quickly turned a shade of green, his full stomach gurgled angrily.

"Shut up Chris!" he snapped. "You sound like a broken record. I'm a grown man, I can handle…..oh God!"

Suddenly, Dean launched himself behind a smelly dumpster in order to projectile vomit. I leaned casually against the dumpster, my arms folded as I shook my head.

"Aw Christ! My stomach!" groaned Dean between heavy breathes. He then was sick all over again. "Chris…Chris…help me."

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I sighed heavily. The smell of the dumpster and my brother's sick was horrible, but I ignored it. If I didn't ignore the smell, then I would be throwing up too.

"See. I told you so," I muttered under my breath. My brother continued to hurl. I rolled my eyes. "This is gonna be a long day."

Sorry for the late update, I've been busy with my social care studies at college.

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