“Estevan!” Sylvia Garcia, called from the kitchen.
“What is it mom?” a 16 year old boy asked as he walked into the kitchen. He had brown eyes, like the rest of his family, raven hair, spiked up a little and light brown skin like his father.
“I need you to watch Carlos for me and your father.” she simply stated.
“What?! Why me? Can’t he go over to one of his friends’ houses?” Estevan asked in return, he was not in the mood to babysit his hyperactive little brother.
“No, They have their own families too you know? We don’t need to bother them, it’s just for tonight. Besides, I think it’s time you two stop fighting so much and learn to get along already.” she told her oldest son. “You're sixteen! Act like it.”
“But mom-” He started but his mother cut him off, “No buts mister. You’re babysitting and that’s final.”
“Fine!” he grumbled.
“Moooooommmm….” A smaller voice whined, “Estevan hid my helmet agaaaaain!”
Sylvia immediately looked at her oldest, “Estevan-”
“I didn’t do anything, he probably just put it under his bed again and forgot. Sheesh! Not everything that happens to him is my fault you know!” He rudely cut her off.
“Estevan Julio Garcia! Do not use that tone with me! And maybe it would help if you actually didn’t hide his stuff all the time. It’d really stop you from being the prime suspect around here.” she scolded.
“Never mind! It was under my bed!” The smaller voice happily boomed around the house again.
“See!?” Estevan pointed out, throwing his hands into the air.
“Fine, you’re off the hook. Carlos! Come here a minute okay?!” She called.
Light thudding footsteps could be heard on the staircase and soon an eight year old boy came bouncing into the room.
“Yes?” Carlos asked, grinning up widely at his mother.
“Listen, sweety, your daddy and I have to go soon, Estevan here will be watching you till we get back okay? And you have to listen to what he says understood?” She told the young boy.
“Okaaayy….” Carlos replied in a defeated voice, knowing better than to argue with his mother.
“And you mister,” She started as she looked at her oldest, “No bossing around unless necessary. And no fighting, both of you. Understood?”
“Yes, mom.” They replied in unison.
“Good.” She said as she gave each of them a kiss on their cheeks and hugged them goodbye.
“You ready, sweetheart!?” Mr. Garcia called from the front door.
“Be right there, honey!” She replied and turned back to the boys before giving one last warning as she pointed her finger at them sternly, “Behave, understood?” And with that she was off.
Estevan turned to his younger brother, “Ha, you have to listen to me now.” he said with a smirk.
“Mom said only if need be!” Carlos argued defiantly.
“Whatever.” His older brother replied and walked off.
About an hour later, both were on the couch. Bored. Estevan was channel surfing on the TV. Until Carlos’ eye caught something.
“Hey! Turn it back! I wanna see that!” He said referring to something he saw that was about hockey.
“No.” Estevan simply stated, more to annoy his brother than not wanting to watch it.
“Come on!” Carlos whined.
“No!” He exclaimed this time. “I got the remote, I choose what we watch.”
“You’re the worst babysitter ever!” Carlos yelled at him angrily.
“Well you’re the worst baby to sit on!” Estevan snapped back.
“You never listen to me! Why does everyone have a fun older brother but me!? You’re just a jerk!” Carlos screamed at him, face red with anger.
“Well, you’re a pain in the ass! Now go to your room!” Estevan ordered.
“No! Why should I?” Carlos refused.
“Because I said so! Now go!” Esteban yelled.
“No! You’re not the boss of me!” Carlos argued, but then flinched at his mistake as he remembered his mothers words. “Urgh!” he let out a frustrated groan, “FINE! Stupid big brothers! I hate you, Estevan!” Carlos exclaimed angrily and stormed up to his room.
“Good! I don’t want to see you ever again! Now stay there till mom and dad are back!” Estevan yelled back aggravated.
When Carlos reached his room he slammed the door closed behind him, grumbling about how stupid older brothers are, angry tears running down his cheeks. He jumped onto his bed and buried his face into his pillow. ‘Why can’t I have a nice older brother like the kids at school?’ he thought as he let tears soak his pillow.
After he calmed down a few hours later, he reached for his helmet, and strapped it to his head. He walked to his closet where an extra pair of shoes were at and put them on. He reached into his closet and grabbed one of his jackets and threw it out the open window.
He made his way over to it and stuck one foot through, ‘You don’t want to see me anymore? Fine, you won’t see me anymore. Hope you’re happy, you jerk.’ he thought to himself.
Downstairs Estevan was still surfing through the channels on TV.
He pressed the mute button, listening for any strange sounds. It was quiet. Too quiet for a house where Carlos Garcia was at.
“What is he up to? It’s been hours since he went up…” He wondered out loud, but was alarmed when he heard a cracking noise come from outside, followed by a faint thud and a loud scream of pain.
“Shit!” He exclaimed as he shot up and ran outside, recognizing the scream. Once he reached the source, he gasped out loud and came to a halt.
“AAAAHHH!!!!” Carlos screamed in pain.
“Carlos!” Estevan yelled as he kneeled next to his little brother, “What did you do? Oh damn I better call 911.” He stated as he saw his little brother’s small leg twisted in ways it shouldn’t be able to.
As Estevan called Carlos kept groaning and moaning in pain, breath hitching with loud sobs.
“It’s okay little guy.” Estevan assured after he hung up and took his brother’s hand, sitting him up against his chest, rubbing his back gently and let his little brother sob into his shirt..
“I-It h-hurts, V-Vanny…” Carlos said between sobs, using his brother’s old nickname.
“Sshhh… It’s okay.” He coed to his little brother, as they waited for the ambulance. “What were you doing anyway?”
“I-I t-tried to s-sneak o-out…” Carlos said.
“Why? You could have just used the front door.”
“Y-you send m-me up to m-my room and t-told me n-not to come out. You said you d-didn’t want to see me again so I tried to run away.” Carlos told him between sobs.
“What?” he said in disbelief, “Carlos, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Y-you didn’t?” He asked looking at him through tears. To which Estevan shook his head, “T-then why’d you say it?”
“Because I was getting irritated. Is all.” he answered. “It was stupid of me to say.”
“Am I really a pain in the ass?” Carlos questioned, having calmed down considerably.
“No, you’re a hand full sure, but you’re my little brother and I love you. Though don’t let mom hear that we both said ‘ass’ okay?” He chuckled, which was contagious because Carlos chuckled with him.
“Okay. I love you too, Vanny.” Carlos said, still sniffling a little as he hugged his brother best he could without moving his injured leg.
“There’s the ambulance, little guy.” Estevan told his little brother as he saw it pull over to the side walk, over his brother’s shoulder. “I’ll call mom and dad.” he said next. Carlos just nodded squeezing his brother's hand.
He grabbed his cell and dialed his mother’s number as he climbed into the ambulance, sitting next to his brother’s head.
“Hey, Sweetie? You’re not fighting already are you?” Their mom asked as she picked up.
“No… we already made up.” He told her.
“Then what is it?” She questioned, confused, but proud because they settled their argument on their own.
“Uhhhm… Can you come to the hospital? Carlos Kind of... broke his leg, when he tried to climb out of the window.” At that moment Carlos exclaimed a loud sobbed ‘OW!’ as one of the paramedics moved his leg, “Sorry.” she told the boy.
“Oh dear Lord, okay, I’ll be there soon. We’ll discus this later.” She told her oldest.
“It’s okay mom, we're good.” He told his mother.
“Good to hear sweetie.” She replied before hanging up.
An hour later Mr. and Mrs. Garcia stepped into their son's hospital room, where the two were waiting for them to arrive.
What they saw when they arrived made them smile. There on the bed was Carlos, his injured leg up on a pillow, elevated and covered in a cast. And their oldest son, Estevan, kneeled next to the bed, as he drew something on Carlos’ cast, said boy looking on with interest and awe.
“Hey, boys.” Mr. Garcia said with a proud smile.
“Hey mom! Dad! Look at what Vanny drew on my cast!” Carlos exclaimed excitedly, “How did you do that?” he asked his brother curiously. He knew his brother liked art and took some special classes for it, but he never actually saw any of his drawings. It was so cool.
“Here, let me show you.” He replied as he sat down behind Carlos, just enough so the smaller boy could lean against his chest. He grabbed the notebook and pen on the table text to the bed and put the pen in his brother’s hand, he grabbed said hand and opened the notebook. He slowly started drawing, explaining as he guided his brother’s hand to draw his name in curvy letters, making it look like the letters were standing on the paper and cast out a shadow. Carlos just looked on in awe and complete amazement.
Their parents looked at the scene in front of them with pride, “Told you they have their moments.” Mr. Garcia told his wife.
Their smile widened when they saw what Estevan drew on his younger brother’s cast in colorful letters,
‘GARCIA BROS. RULE!’