I... don't really know how to say this, so I'm going to do a bit of scripting. That'll say it best.
New Joanne Harris book: *purchased and in bag! =D*
Me: *happyhappy* =D *and back home, which is always a bonus*
Shitty Magna, aka the Shagna: *in the driveway*
Me: oO Colin's home already? Bugga, we coulda taken one car to uni today. Ah well *relishes power steering of Mum's Honda*
Honda: *parks, score*
Mum: *there*
Me: I see Colin's back already oO
Mum: Yeah... about that... you'd better come inside.
Me: ... oO *goes inside*
Dad: *appears with the 'i r pissed' face* Colin's had a crash. Written off the Magna. Wasn't his fault, though.
Mum: He's okay.
Me: o.o What? *suddenly noticing ABSENCE OF BROTHER in this conversation* Is he okay? Like, he's not rattled or anything?
Mum: Well, he had the presence of mind to take photos of the crash after it happened.
Me: What happened?
Dad: We've been trying to contact you. Why didn't you pick up?
Me: ...I didn't hear anything all day.
Dad: We've been ringing and sending messages. Why didn't you answer?
Me: I never heard anything!
dad: Have you even got it turned on?
Me: Of course! *takes it out*
Mobile: Messages~~ biatch.
Brain: .....ohshit.
Me: *shakes head* I didn't hear any of these, and it doesn't reckon there've been any missed calls.
Dad: *continues blaming me*
Me: What, do you really think I'm that insensitive?
Dad: Well... maybe... *continues talking from the study*
Me: *doesn't hear any of it. So pissed off and hurt by that last bit that words fail and self has pissed off to bedroom*
Ye ende.
Colin's still at uni, so he's okay, thank God. But omfg, literally five seconds after I hear my brother's been in a crash, he's going off at me about not answering my phone which I didn't hear. And I'M the insensitive one, apparently.
