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*MAISY'S POV*

I walked under the streaming lights put out above the outdoor eating area at the airport.

They sparkled under the pitch black sky like fairy lights in a teenage girls bedroom.

It was quite picturesque.

Surprisingly, we made it to the airport with enough time to comfortably do all the necessary checks and processes before I boarded my flight.

Clinton and I had finished all going through the passport and luggage check and were now free to roam the airport for a few last moments.

We didn't say much, only taking in our surroundings and using telepathy to let each other know it was to cold sit outside.

So eventually, we went in.

Even though clinton was undoubtedly one of my closest brothers, it was still awkward between us. He had grown up now, having 2 adorable twins of his own and sharing a home in Brighton with his wife.

He wasn't the same "Pokemon master wannabe" he was only a few years ago. Spending his time playing video games with the teenage versions of myself and my other younger brother, Ben.

But still, every time I was kicked out of the house or was verbally abused by my mum, he would drive down, whatever the time, and pick me up.

He was one of the best big brothers I could ever had, except for the part that he had no hot friends so that was kind of a downer.

We sat in the rows of chair, reading some magazines and staring at the TV that blared in front of us.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Sam got this for you."

Sam was my younger younger brother who was a very unexpected child but none of the less, he was one of my favourite people in the world.

He brings out a silver whistle from his jean pockets and held out the random item.

"Really, a whistle."

I grabbed the stainless steel object and held it up to the light.

"There's nothing here, it's just a normal whistle."

What an abnormal present for a 14 year old boy to give.

"Not just any whistle" I turned back to face Clinton.

"A rape whistle" he says quoting with his fingers.

"Oh my god."

I bring my palm to my forehead and blush from embarassment.

"What is he, 14?! He should be playing Pokemon not giving rape whistles as gifts."

"His not like us when we were younger aye."

"What happened to riding on scooters and going to the park with your friends to kick a ball or something?"

"Maisy, they got lame."

"*GASP* Scooters will never get lame, they are still fun and they still hurt when the edges of the platform scratch your ankle."

"When did scooters ever hurt?"

"Do not tell me you've never cut yourself on a razor scooter Clinton, that's just inhuman."

"Never." I look at him giving him a disgraceful look knowing he has not yet fully live childhood.

He just poked his tongue at me whilst giggling under his breath.

This was the kind or relationship we had. A unique sibling relationship where one would tease the other for not completing an aspect of childhood properly.