People change

"Mom I'm 16, we don't need a babysitter, I can take care of them." I yelled. "Fio your irresponsible, I could never trust you with them." My mom sighed. I thew my hands up in frustration and walked out of the room. Hey I'm Fio, there's not much I have to say. I thought I figured the world out, but then my world shattered. Will I ever be able to put the puzzle back together. I guess you'll have to see.

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30. "perfect fucking week"

As I sat on the plane, I reminisced on what the last couple days had been like.

To give you a low down on what happened.

I talked to Luke and he gave me a whole lecture on how I shouldn't just run away from my problems, even though he wasn't the reason I was going. I tried explaining that to him, perhaps in a sassy and rude manner. So I left of a low note of us being in a fight ending with "whatever leave."

The Brenton started arguing with Luke, and that just turned into a whole thing of Luke accusing me and Brenton of liking each other. Even though he knows very well that I don't. He's my fucking brother for heavens sake!

Paige and I fought about over how long I'll be gone. Her stating that I just wanted to leave forever. Me saying no, I just want to be home. We did make up, but in my heart the words "you can't just give up on your friends" still hurt me.

Brenton had told the girls, which at the time they understood. But when me and Luke had a disagreement, when he said to just leave I replied "fine I will, but don't expect me to come back" so they got kinda confused. I really had never meant any of it, it was just in the moment kinda thing.

But the high point of the two days was my lunch with Aubrey. I learned much more about her, such as her life goals, morals, favorite things, and her family. We spent a whole 9 hours together, and that was one of the best times with a new person I've ever had.

But now I'm just sitting on a plane watching a movie with Brenton. We were watching Finding Nemo, since that movie always makes me happy. A dad on a search for his son, and a sons attempt to find his dad. It's just a cute reunion kinda story.

Plus me and my dad would always watch it when I was younger. He would always comment or scoff at the screen when the fish killer girl came on the screen. I would always laugh at him and tell him it's just a movie and he would always say "no it's not, this actually happened." And for awhile I was fully convinced it did. That was until Luke ruined that. There were so many things Luke ruined.

The tooth fairy, the Easter bunny, Santa, elves, trolls, Nemo, my heart, and now my mood.

Yet I always came back. I mean yeah coming back to him after he 'ruined' Christmas for me was different.

But even when I got older, we would fight over stupid things. I would always go back though, always. But I can't deny that I love him. I just get these certain feelings when he's around. Ones that sometimes I hate, but other I always want to feel forever.

"You okay?" Brenton questioned tugging at the earbud that was connected to me.

"Yeah why?" I asked confused.

"You just seemed to be in a daze." He said still inspecting my face.

"No I'm perfectly fine." I don't know why I always lied about being fine. I guess I just don't like talking about my feelings.

So many things about sharing your feelings never seems to work with me. People try to tell its because I will feel vulnerable, or I'm just backward. But it's none of that, I just never get a positive outcome from it. The cliche saying 'you'll feel better if you talk about it' never reined true for me. If I didn't feel the same, I felt worse. Never better. There was no weight being left off my chest, it just stayed the same. But now someone else has my weight on their shoulders. That just doesn't feel right.

"Our flight will land in approximately 30 minutes." The overhead came on.

"I'm ready to be home." I sighed in content.

Nothing really happened on the taxi back to my house, except my heart racing from this mans driving.

Once we arrived at my house I ran up to my room and flopped onto my bed.

"Brenton!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I heard racing footsteps approaching my room.

"What! What's wrong?!" He had Zoey in his arms and a muffin in the other.

"Who's muffin is that?" I questioned.

He rolled eyes whilst chucking the muffin at me and leaving.

"I love you!" I screamed.

"Just eat the muffin!" I could tell he was trying to be mad, yet his laugh at the end ruined it.

I just giggled to myself and picked up my phone, taking it off of airplane mode.

I called my mom, to which went right to voice mail. So then I scrolled down to Andrews number, which was under as Smart Ass. He always acts like one and since his last name is smart I though it would play on the words.

It rang for a good 3 1/2 rings until he answered.

"Hey do you know where my mom is, I just got home?"

"She's at work, and will be home at 6. She was devastated that she couldn't pick you up by the way. I'll be home in 3 minutes with groceries. Do you think you and Brenton can come and help me?" His voice sounded exhausted and helpless.

"Yeah definitely." I chirped, then proceeding to hang up.

"Brent! Alex said to help with groceries!" I screamed into the house.

By the time I got my shoes on Alex was already here.

I went out side hopping over the fence and grabbing groceries. I did this a couple times before I went out one last time. Yet when I did, Brenton already had the rest.

I hopped over the fence like any other trip, yet this time my foot landed weird. An audible crack sent chills down my spine as I yelped in pain.

Everyone was already inside, and probably figured I would be right behind them.

I tried to stand but when I did, a shooting pain went up my leg causing tears to brim in my eyes.

"You will be fine Fiona. Get your shit together." I mumbled to myself whilst blinking away the tears.

I limped the rest of the way inside the house and sat on the couch.

"Can you help unpack, Fio!" Brenton yelled from the kitchen.

"Uh, not right now!" My voice sounded strained, and I think Brenton could tell too. 'Cause he was soon out in the living room with a questioning glance.

"I hurt my foot." I whimpered, pointing to the general area that hurt.

He came over and started poking and prodding it with his finger. Every once in awhile asking 'does this hurt' even though he knew by my hisses.

"This is like what happens to me in 8th grade ball. I broke it then, so I'm thinking you should go to the ER." He suggested, while propping it up more with a pillow.

"I'll wait till mom gets home." I said pushing myself into the couch more. I could tell by the look on his face he didn't want me waiting.

"I'll go get my dad, and he can drive us now." He pushed, getting up and leaving.

"Perfect fucking week." I mumbled angrily to myself.

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