Free My Stepbrothers Rock: Headliner by Stephanie Brother

Maybe A Plan
     
    I'm elbow deep in books for my art history class, studying for mid terms next week. I swear to God, I can't wait to graduate. Who the hell needs to know when Picasso painted XYZ piece of art in the red or blue period? I ask myself as I flip through the book hunting for answers.
    I land on a full page spread of Michelangelo's David sculpture and pause. It's not the first time I've seen it, but it never fails to make me throb with thoughts of Alex. Their bodies seem similar in composition, the tender pout of the lips under a slender nose and trim tight muscles. I imagine the package between Alex's legs is much larger than David's. The visual makes me burn for him and with the distance between us, I can only fantasize about ever touching him flesh to flesh.
    Beep! Brrr Beep! Beep!
    The call alert coming from my laptop startles me. I pull up the video software and see my stepbrother's avatar. He's making his best sultry my-life-is-so-bad-it-pisses-me-off face. Funny coming from a guy who grew up in the Beverly Hills of New York. His dad practically handing him his real estate development company if only he'd put down the guitar and cigarettes.
    “There she is! What's up baby M?” My stepbrother's picture is blurry and full of pixels, a sign he's video chatting from his smart phone.
    “Ugh! I'm freakin' losing my mind over these damn mid-terms coming up.” I'm tempted to swipe all the papers off my bed to make room for my laptop, but I'll be even more pissed if I can't find the one damn paper that helps me pass this class.
    “Yeah? Well, don't do that, then I'd have to call everything you do mindless and you're already blonde, so then where would you be?” My brother grins into the phone. He's holding it so close I can see the crooked tooth third from the right.
    “Ooohhh, such trash talk from a guy who has Eddie Van Halen stand behind him at all of his shows and pretends like he's playing guitar.”
    “Doh! Oh no you didn't.” My brother's face goes serious.
    “Well, you started it rockstar!” He's always been so easy going about my jokes, which is another reason I miss being with him and long for the days we lived under the same roof, an idea that may never again be a reality.
    “Yeah, whatever. So when ya gonna have a free day?” The question makes me laugh. It seems I haven't had any since being shipped here almost two years ago. My parents even enrolled me in summer school saying it would help me skip classes in college. This whittled my summer vacation down to a week and a half during which I didn't see Alex because he's been on tour. Holidays have been like weekend getaways since my college is in nowhere Vermont where it snowed so much last year all the flights out of here were canceled.
    “You're funny. I don't even have weekends free to relax, let alone breathe.” My brother sets the phone in front of him. I can see now he's wearing a white tank top and black jeans, so James Dean, which I would have no clue who the sexy actor was if not for this damn class.
    “Shit! I really need a break from all this learning, I'm actually starting to remember useless crap!” I yell at the laptop screen. My stepbrother looks startled for a split second before chuckling. He's sitting on a bench strumming his acoustic guitar. It brings back that fated memory. The one just before I was sent here. The one that separated me from the one guy I've grown to love even more over the past year and a half.
    He wouldn't know it, my stepbrother, Alex. After our dry hump and groping in my stepdad's man cave, better known as my brother's studio, I was sent away immediately to prison, better known as Cherrycreek Woods All Girls Boarding School. I was pissed and hurt and bewildered. So many emotions, it took me a good two weeks to even answer his texts.
    I've been in love with him since I was in middle school, which he found out almost two years ago after reading my diary. As pissed as I was, at the same time, I was