It Started with a McFLOAT

CHAPTER 28 (4)

PHILIP

"Hey, by the way, when are you leaving?" he asked.

"Tomorrow?"

"Can you stay for a while so we have family time?"

"Better ask Mom, Dad; she's a busy woman, by the way; where is she?"

"Downtown, shopping, I guess."

Mom was a busy woman, but she always had time for shopping; it was her thing. She bought a lot of stuff for everyone. She also had good taste in fashion. I could say that I got my style from her, always sticking to the staples. Mom made Phoebe her living Barbie doll; she even brought her a pink top-down car to top it all.

Prada, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Dior, YSL, Hermes, Goyard, name it, she knew it all just by looking at the style. But even if she spent that much, she made sure to donate to charity the clothes of previous seasons she never used.

We extended our stay for a few more days; we went to a beautiful private beach which turned out to be a fun family time. We lay on a sun lounger. I wore a white shirt and tattered shorts with my sunglasses. Then suddenly, a woman approached me.

"Excuse me, sir," she said. The woman sat beside the sun lounger and started a casual conversation.

"Oh, can I help you?" I asked and directed my attention to her.

"Are you a celebrity or something?" she asked.

Me? A celebrity? Was she kidding me? Was this a prank or something?

"No, sorry," I said.

I thought it was the end, so I looked away, but she insisted on talking.

"Ah, I'm a talent scout looking for models, sir."

Model? I didn't do stuff like that; business was my primary interest. I didn't know; well, I was not into art of any form.

"I am not interested, thank you," I said.

"Can you at least try to do one shoot? I see so much potential in you."

"I don't do stuff like that because I am a businessman, so, no, thanks."

"Okay, thank you for your time."

When that stubborn woman left, I closed my eyes to relax and tried to sleep, but I got distracted by my sister's voice.

"Kuya, kuya," she muttered.

I didn't respond, pretending I was dead; no, I meant sleeping. I felt Phoebe's movements; she was getting closer.

"Kuya..." she whispered in my ear.

I felt her breath; what the hell did she want now? She blew in my ear; I cringed and yelled at her.

I stumbled to get up, but I did. I didn't like people blowing in my ear; it was annoying and uncomfortable.

"What the hell do you want?" I yelled at her again when I was on my feet. My parents looked over at us, so it turned pretty awkward.

"Is there any problem?" Dad asked while Mom just looked at us.

"None, we're fine, no worries; sorry for the interruption," I said.

"Sorry!" Phoebe said.

When we assured them that we were fine, they returned to their positions while I sat back on the sun lounger.

"Geez, Kuya! You're such a kid," Phoebe said.

So I was the kid? What the hell? She was the one who muttered in my ear.