So apparently another part of this school is class trips, also planned by my brother the class president. They decided that since it was still warm from the remaining summer days, that we should go to the beach. God help me.
I've never particularly enjoyed swimming. I just don't like the beach in general. It's too hot, and dry, and the sand gets everywhere. The only way I've ever managed to enjoy beach trips is by staying home. But as usual, Feli really wants me to go.
"Come on, Fratello! It will be fun, si?!" He was trying to use a cute face on me he used to use on our parents when he wanted stuff.
"No." I grumbled.
"But you are class representative! You have to go!" He grabbed my arm and tugged at it like a child.
"The only reason I'm class representative is because you convinced people to vote for me. I don't even like the position." I pulled my arm out of his grasp and tried to read a book.
"That is besides the point, fratello!" He said, whining. I was amazed to hear he knew how to use that statement. "The beach is a great way to spend time with friends! It is a nice break from school and hard work, a break you clearly need!"
I looked him square in the eyes. "I don't have any friends, fratello. You know this. I don't know why you try to have me spend time people who clearly don't enjoy my company." And for the first time in a while, his face became serious.
"You could always make friends... and I happen to enjoy your company a lot. I just want to make sure fratello is happy." His face seemed very sad, yet serious and concerned. It was that moment that reminded me why I do the things I do against my will. It is one of the things that proves we truly are brothers. Like him, I just want my little fratello to be happy.