Single Player: Humor, Love, Breast Cancer and a Gaming Girl... Read Online Free Page B

On this it’s easy.
    “You know better than anyone, I don’t do alone.  Master stays. You go.” I give him my one-sided shoulder lift, signifying my not so sorry apology.
    “That’s seriously harsh.  I am totally getting dissed for a dog. Even though you’re the best dog in the world,” he says making googly eyes at Master while scratching him behind the ears. “All I have to say is thank you to the Ego gods for hooking a brother up with a healthy dose of self confidence or all of this rejection would hurt way worse.  Fortunately, I’m all good.” I smack him repeatedly on his well worked out bicep as he walks toward the front of the house. Then I notice his well-worn Avenged Sevenfold concert tee on the floor near the couch and I suddenly stop cold in my tracks.
    “Ashton?”
    “Yah babe?”
    “Tell me I didn’t.”
    “You didn’t.”
    “Oh, thank God. For a minute I thought I peed on you last night but I think it was just a bad drunken dream.  Thank the heavens because that would’ve been embarr-A-ssing!” I draw that out to make my point clear. Then, I notice him smelling his shirt while trying his hardest not to laugh. Oh God… NO! 
    “Give me that!” It’s still wet! Seriously! My bladder is trying to ruin me one untimed pee at a time!  I cannot have peed on him… again.
    “Aw, come on Cee, you know I don’t care. It hasn’t happened in like what?  A month.” He ducks, smartly, because I fling the offending peepee shirt right at his ugly (handsome) smug face.
    “Go! Just GO! God, why do I put up with you?”  Because other than my brother he’s all I have left in the world, that’s why.
    “I wonder the same thing all the time.” He’s talking about me as if keeping me around is good for him when we both know that it’s not, but I’m not telling him that.  I’d never put up with me if I were him. He heads down the hall to my room, grabs his boots and comes out ready for a fight. 
    “I’ll go right now as long as you walk me to the corner.”  He says while walk-jumping towards me, shoving his big man feet inside his unlaced boots.
    “No can do.” He’s pushing my buttons and he knows it, and he knows that I know that he knows it.  All I do know for sure is that he’s the only one who still pushes me and I hate him for it, and I love him for not giving up on me simultaneously. But even still, we both know I’m a lost cause. Or, at least my life outside these doors is a lost cause.
    “Then I’m staying.” He’s digging in with his well worn-in booted heels.
    “No.  You’re not.” 
    “Are we doing this again? Because I promise, this is happening.” His smug attitude is really beginning to get on my last nerve.
    “Do you remember the last time we tried this? Because I do and I believe I’ve barfed enough for today. If you love me at all you’ll leave peacefully and let me get to work. I have two chapters I have to write for a new client and I still have research to do. There’s no time in my schedule today for your silly games.” There, that should shut him up. 
    “I’m not afraid of your barf. Come on.” He has totally forgotten the fact that I am still dressed in nothing but a giant purple duvet as he reaches for my arm. Can you say psycho?
    “Psycho! No! I’m naked here.” All I want to do is go to my room, curl up with my laptop in my cozy bed and turn this day around by putting in several solid hours doing what I’m paid to do: Work! 
    The ‘I’ve had it eyes’ he’s throwing my way are a sure sign that he’s about to piss me off. HA! I’ve changed my mind, those eyes should be called the ‘piss CeeCee off eyes’ instead. I know those well. Those babies are my best friend! 
    He strikes fast. “The only way you are ever going to get your life back is to take some baby steps or hell, just make a big freaking leap out of this hell hole your stuck living in and let’s go out! I can’t stand you sitting in here day after day. Its