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in my own bed on a Sunday morning. Beth had gotten a serious case of alcohol poisoning, so I went home Saturday night after helping the man she brought home take care of her. My parents were pleasantly surprised to have one of their kids home on a weekend. I wanted to do them a favor, so I called my brother and told him I'd buy him some Superman ice-cream if he came home for the night. That always wins him over.
    So we had our first family night in a long time. We rented some movies and pigged out on junk food. I cooked dinner for a change and we had a really good time. But the junk food did not agree with my body. I don't eat junk food a lot. It just makes me feel disgusting. So when I did wake up on Sunday morning and looked down at my stomach I could have puked. Actually, I did puke. Since I'm small, even if I eat a little something, you can tell in my stomach. There is literally a physical change. I looked like I was pregnant.
    I decided that even though it was only eight in the morning and like I've mentioned, I'm not a morning person. I was going to go for a run. I knew that Brian would be feeling like me too, and I was going to force him to go running with me. So I got my running clothes on, shorts and usually a sports bra, but I decided to wear a tank top because I was not showing off my stomach when I was so full. I put my hair up in a messy bun and made my way to Brian's room.
    I jumped on his bed, my favorite way to wake people up. "Get the fuck off me monkey," he growled. I rolled over and looked at him. I pulled the covers down and looked at his stomach.
    "Okay fatty, we're going for a run," I demanded.
    "It's too early, I'll go later," he said, covering his face with his arms.
    "Look at yourself, you're as bloated as I am. Do you really want to go out later, when the rest of the world is up to see you?" I tried to play on his vain streak, and it worked. He moved his arms and looked down at his stomach.
    "Ugh, you're right. Get out of here so I can change, I'll be downstairs in a minute," he said, flipping the covers off and walking over to his closet. I went downstairs and got two bottles of water from the fridge and put on my tennis shoes. Brian walked down shortly after in track pants and a wife beater, stretching and yawning. I threw a water bottle at him and stood up.
    We helped each other stretch in the front yard before getting started at a jog. "What'd you do this weekend sis?" He asked after awhile.
    "Went to The Club, Beth got alcohol poisoning," I said sighing.
    "She never knows when to quit," he said with a laugh.
    "Maybe this will teach her. She was really sick. She met someone nice at The Club though, he stayed with her and took care of her," I said, picking up my pace a little bit, Brian easily stayed with me.
    "Who the hell is it? Usually only the creeps hang out there," he said and I playfully hit him. "I was talking about the guys, not the girls," he added.
    "I have no idea who it is. But really, being nice is all he has going for him. He's a short guy, maybe my height, he's overweight and his hairline is receding, he's only like, twenty-three I think," I couldn't believe Beth had taken him home. He had put the moves on her all night and finally she gave into his chivalrous charm. It wasn't unusual for Beth to take someone home, but usually they were attractive.
    "Her standards have obviously dropped," he said in a bitter voice. Beth and him had a fling for awhile and she decided she wanted to end it. That was something that Brian was not okay with. Usually he chose when to "ditch the bitch," as he put it. It caused not only problems between them, but between Beth and me as well. I don't care about any other guy she messes with, but when it came to my brother, I was almost as over-protective of him as he was of me.
    "She'll never get better than you, she'll just keep going down," I said, winking at him. He laughed and started running faster. I kept up with him like it was a piece of cake. A lot