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Rhythm of Love (UN-EDITED)

If You Need Me, I'm Here

Flashback. April 24th, 2007.

"So Jesse, you're telling me that you're not going to be going to law school anymore?" I asked staring at him. I didn't really believe what he was saying. Law school was the talks of him and my father the last four years. This was what they planned on. This what they wanted, or this was what my dad wanted. Jesse was right.

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "Ry, it has never been my dream. I thought I wanted to be a lawyer when I was in highschool, but these last few months I was thinking. I realized that I couldn't do it my whole life. It was dad's dream, not mine." He paused, "I've been accepted to the University of Chicago. I'm going for my bachelor's in business." He enticed with a sprawling grin on his face.

I smiled, happily for him. "Jesse, I'm so proud of you." I quietly shrieked. Anything that Jesse was happy with, I would be happy with. That's what family was for. To support your decisions, whether they were smart or bad. I just hoped my dad thought the same way.

* * *

June 1st, 2007.

I pulled up in my old 1987 Volkswagen Caddy pick-up. It was a gift from my dad when I got my full drivers license. It was my baby and I treated it respectfully.

I turn the keys and took it out of the egnition. Before going opening my dar ajar, I heard some bickering inside. I thought nothing of it at first. After a minute or two of sitting here I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. It was fairly dark out as the sunset was ending. My brother came running out the door as I was about to get on the first step to the door. My mom and dad followed him out and pushed me aside.

"Jesse, get back here!" My dad yelled after him. Jess was already half way down the driveway, but he stopped and looked back. I could tell that from his facial expression he was raging with anger. Something or someone must have really made him mad. Now I was really confused.

"W-What's going on, Jess?" I asked looking at my big brother for an answer. This was a catastrophe. Right now I just wanted to know why everyone was outside here, late at night.

"Dad thinks that my life is all about him!" He yelled, vigorously. "He doesn't think that I can make anything out of business. Just because he didn't get accepted to his dream law school, doesn't mean I have to." He argued in a more suitable tone.

"Jesse--" My dad started to say.

"Dad, just stop and leave me alone." My brother spoke as he turned away. I watched my brother walk down the driveway then turn down the road. Both of my parents stood on the steps and looked at him as he left. None of them tried to stop him, or run after him.

"Should I go after him?" I asked looking at my mom. Her expression wasn't surprised or worried. She looked care-free, while my dad was so confused. The feeling of sadness played off of him, as well. Right now, I didn't know what to think, feel or say. Should I be mad at my dad for my brother? Should I be defending him?

"No honey. He will be fine. I think he just needs to calm down." My mom spoke, calmly. She rubbed my shoulder, comfortingly and went inside, leaving my dad and I.

It was quiet for a while. Me and my dad were still staring at the the bare tracks of Jesse. "Do you think I'm an awful person?" He croaked out.

"Dad, don't ever think that."

* * *

September 9, 2007.

"I'm not going to apologize to him." My brother, spoke with a small laugh. I had been nagging him ever since I got into his beatiful Chicago apartment. The view wasn't half bad, it was by the University. The walk was only about eight minutes, then you would be at the Uni.

"Come on Jess, dad has been so guilty. He feels awful, and wants to apologize. It's just he's a little stubborn and he thinks you hate him." I coaxed and he rolled his eyes. Jesse dug in the fridge and pulled out a jug of juice.

His face was buried in the cupboards. "Do you want some?" He asked, poking his head out.

"Yes please."

After pulling out to glass cups, we picked up our conversation. I watched him pour the juice in the cups. "Well, I'm not made at him, nor do I hate him. If he really wanted to start talking, then he would apologize. But until then, it's just me and you." He responded as he handed my glass over.

"Fine then, Jess. You better talk to mom though. She still cares about you, y'know!" I nagged, yet again. That's what little sisters are for.

"I know, I know." He repeated. Just because he wasn't necessarily getting along with our dad, it didn't mean he had to shut out our mother. She cared about him and respected him no matter what he did. I mean, seriously, she was his number one.

It was quiet for a bit, as I sipped from my cup. "Jess, remember when you said that it was all about me. What did you mean by that?" I decided to randomly ask. A couple of months back he was talking about the business school issue, then he said if it was me, dad wouldn't have reacted the same way.

He just laughed it off. "I didn't mean anything of." He tried to say, jokingly.

"Yes, you meant something of it." I wasn't going to let him get off of this one. Was he saying that I was the better child, or the favorite child? If he was saying that he was completely wrong. It's just that our parents didn't have a dream laid out for me.

He sighed, which was a sign of giving up. "Well Rydell, it's obvious. They didn't care at all when you wanted to be an artist, or singer. Whatever you want to call what you do." He muttered, bitterly. I was know offended.

I was more mad. "First things first, I'm an artist. You should know that by now. I've been working and actually making some money, alright? Now second of all, I've been at this since I was 13. I didn't all of a sudden make up my mind a month before graduating." I argued. I could tell that I had caught him off guard. I was never really the one who would bark or snap at anyone.

"God Rydell, if you were going to get all offended, you should have said. I know it wasn't right for me to say it, but I had to. I'm sorry, it's just I was always jealous of you. You were always so perfect, and mom and dad were so proud of you. In the end you would get everything." He was completely sincere. I watched his manly frame, shrink into fear. I just came closer to him.

"Jess..." I started, "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"I guess, I didn't know what you would say. But it's completely fine, Ry. I'm over the whole thing. I can get over it and just follow my own dreams." He persuaded, but it was hard to drop. How did he expect me to let it go if I couldn't even process it yet?

"I'm so sorry. Jess, just know that I'll always be here for you. If there is someone you need to or want to talk to, just give me a call. But you know, Jesse... I was always jealous of you too. You were the brains, and I was the fame. Everyone is special in their own way, and has their own talent." I told him with a smile. It was a dream come true to make people smile.

He chuckled, softly. "You're a total cliche-softy. I love you sis."

Comments

I loved this story, it was a great one for sure!!

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1/3/15
@lebleublancetrouge
thank you! and the pleasure was mine. :)
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8/12/13
Haha, thanks! It was an incredible story. AND OMG, MY FEELS. Loved it :) It's nice to have some Carey stories! I'll continue to read your others. :D
AWMAH GAWD, how cute! :( I don't want this to end :(
Ah mah gawd. ;_;