Reality crashes back in a brutal way. We jump apart, sputtering and holding our hands in front of our faces in a vain attempt to fend off the cold water stinging our skin.
"Damn it, Emmett!" I roar, my normal calm replaced by rage at the sight of my idiot stepbrother with the hose.
He throws back his head, howling with laughter, but I'm more pissed off than he counted on. I launch myself from the ground, catching him in the ribs. We crash into the pool together, the water cooling my temper.
When we surface, Emmett ruffles my hair.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
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