My eyes fluttered open and light pressed its way into my vision. In fact, that was all I saw at first. Then I could see a side table drawer and a clock. A clock that was displaying a time a little later than what I would have liked. Stretching and yawning, I waited for the sleepiness to leave my mind. When it did, I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Finally awake, I opened them and looked to my right.
I smiled.
He always slept later than me. He probably wouldn’t ever get up before noon if I didn’t wake him. Lying on his side, facing towards me, eyes closed, mouth open, my brother was dead to the world. I smiled and pushed him over so he was on his back. He mumbled something and tried to turn but I held him fast, straddling his waist. Leaning down, I prodded his cheek a few times.
He moaned and began to wake. I sighed. That could take hours. Deciding to try something different, I pinched his side, hard. One yelp and a death glare later, he was finally up and running. He yawned loudly at me and stretched. “What time is it?”
“Time to get up,” I informed him, jumping out of the bed. “We’ve got a plane to catch.”
“It’s our plane,” he rubbed at his eyes. “I’m not catching anything.”
“You’re going to be catching a cold glass of water over the head if you don’t get moving,” I announced, grabbing a shirt to throw on. “Or your tea will be cold.”
He flopped backward. “Nah… I don’t think so.”
I grabbed his hand and yanked him forward, up out of the bed and into my chest. Holding him up, I grinned, “Yes, I think so.”
“Meh,” he grumbled and stood shakily, swaying a little. “Where this time?”
“Small town,” I shrugged. “As usual. Massachusetts, I think. Just for until ‘the commotion dies down’.”
He rolled his brown eyes. I smiled a little. This was the only time I got to see them like that, natural. When we were alone. “How were we supposed to know the tree would fall? It’s not our fault it was old,” he sighed, leaning on the bedpost for support. “I don’t know why they feel the need to send us away all the time.”
I shrugged and grabbed his hand, lacing my fingers with his. “Come on,” I announced, dragging him out the room. “We need to get ready.”
A shower and some food later, I stood in front of him, tying his tie. “So, are you ready?”
He tied mine too. “Just another town.”
“Might be interesting.”
“Maybe.”
“Might be some cute girls.”
He shot me a questioning look then shrugged, pulling my tie a little too tight in silent retaliation.
“I know how you like to flirt,” I choked out, glaring at him and loosening it.
He tilted his head, smiling. “Yeah,” he nodded. “You’re right. But not too much.”
“Eh,” I shrugged. “You never know.”
“Or do we…” he trailed off. I rolled my eyes at him.
The plane ride over was uneventful. We were on and off relatively fast as we were staying in-country. I didn’t mind. I liked America. I was pretty sure he did too. He seemed content with looking out the window or playing with my fingers most of the plane ride. Or, the three minutes on the plane ride when he was awake. I sat back and looked at him for a while, just letting myself be motionless, yet moving through the air, faster than ever. I liked it, the contradiction.
The lady next to us kept looking at us weird but I didn’t care. I was used to it. I kept my eyes blue since his couldn’t be seen at the moment. I didn’t mind. The ride went fast and we soon landed in a small town in the middle of nowhere, as usual. I shook him awake easier this time.
We walked off the plane, grabbed our suitcases, and waited outside for the car. He sat on his suitcase. I leaned against the wall. The airport was small. We weren’t even in the town yet. It was relatively cold out but I didn’t mind and he didn’t seem to either. The wind blew snow around outside.
“Nothing new,” he muttered.
I looked down at him. “Yet,” I pointed out. “Could be interesting. That’s what you said when we were stuck at the beach house that summer in Florida. Look how that ended up.”
He laughed and stood, slinging an arm around my waist. I leaned into him. “Fair enough,” he nodded. “Maybe they’re will be some extraordinary secret here to discover. A hidden power within.” He wiggled his fingers at me.
I slapped them away and he looked at me, fake-shocked. I laughed and had a go at him again.
The car pulled up and we got in, not having to direct the driver where to go. Not that we had been made aware of our exact location. He leaned his head on my shoulder as we pulled off, watching the snowy countryside fly by in a blur. “Do you really think there might be something interesting here?” he whispered.
“I have no idea,” I murmured. “But that’s half the fun.”
“Why do we have a house here again?” he yawned, burying his face into my shoulder and nuzzling closer to me, arms around my chest. I pulled him closer, glad I wasn’t alone in the middle of a new state. I didn’t recall ever being sentenced to Massachusetts before. Somewhere new. That was something we didn’t get every day.
“Who knows?” I shrugged. “Mum and Sir are weird.”
“They freak out over such small stuff.”
“I know. But we did almost crush all their clients.”
“We stopped it.”
“Barely. We should have been more careful.”
Brown eyes looked up at me. There was a pause. “Yeah, maybe.”
The rest of the ride was spent in mostly silence. Neither of us really wanted to be trapped but we were resigning ourselves to fact that we were. At least for winter holidays. Sooner than I would have thought, the driver announced that we were there. Waking him for a third time that day, we climbed out and stood, looking up at the house in which we would be stuck for a while. It wasn’t much, but it wasn’t too little, either. The driver took our suitcases in and we turned around. The name of the street was fox something.
We blinked and our eyes turned an icy blue, maybe because of the weather and maybe just because of our mood. Hands in our pockets, we were once more in sync. The neighborhood was just like any other suburban street. Nothing special. At least, not from the outside. I looked over at him at the same time he glanced to me. “Here we go again,” I sighed, looking back at the wintry wasteland.
He nodded. “Here we go again.”
Anyways, yeah...*shrugs* Cami wants to borrow them. I figured I'd give them a reason for being there in the first place...you can't tell who's talking and who isn't so um....MWUAHAH! And such. *nods*
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