Being Ray's sister

I stepped off the airplane, breathing in the dry Texas air and squinting as the wind from the turbines buffeted my hair, stepping quickly down the staircase, I walked into the airport and stood, waiting to collect my bags.

I spotted my bag pretty quickly, it wasn't exactly hard to miss; an ocean green suitcase with the pattern of the Triforce replicated over and over again. It was a present from Ray on my 18th birthday.

I can't believe that I am finally going to meet the Roosterteeth crew! And see my brother again, of course, I thought to myself as I anticipated the moment that I would see my brother, Ray, again after 6 years. As I pushed my way through the crowd and got a grip on my bag, I cursed myself for packing so many things that I thought I would need, as I now found myself not being able to actually lift the darn thing.

Scuttling along as my bag moved along the conveyer belt, I hid behind my hair and tried to act natural, unfortunately, my face decided at that moment to heat up to 100 degrees.

'Would you like some help with that..erm..bag?' Came a voice next to my ear, squeaking slightly in surprise, I thanked the tall, tanned boy as he lifted my bag - with ease - off the conveyer belt. I hurried off to the exit, expecting to find Ray waiting in his car, but I got a text message instead, I unlocked my phone to find a message from Ray.

'Hey, sorry but I am really busy with work, could you get a taxi instead? Will give you the money when you get here, you know the address.

X-Ray'

I rolled my eyes, typical Ray, he had probably forgotten, it wouldn't be the first time I had been left on my own because of his scatter brain. Hailing a taxi like I had seen in films, I quickly told the taxi driver the address and he pulled away from the airport.

*****

A short taxi ride later, which involved me being given a lecture on the history of Texas, I arrived outside a large, brick house. Dragging my suitcase up the path, I noticed a note on the door that read 'Go round the back à'. My brother has no manners, it is now official. Sighing, I pulled my suitcase along with me round the side of the house and entered a large garden, with nobody in it. I looked around puzzled, until I saw a sign, like those in minecraft.

'Drop your bags here' it read, frowning slightly, I placed my suitcase on the spot and keeping my hand luggage with me, took one step forward, noticing another sign.

'All of them' was on this sign, Ray knew me so well. Defying the orders of the sign, I kept hold of my hand luggage and proceeded onto the grass, only to see a flash of ginger curls before being rugby tackled to the ground and when I looked up, my hand luggage was gone.

*****

Wincing, I got to my feet and looked around, scanning the garden, until my eyes fell upon the familiar sight of black hair and black glasses. I found myself grinning as I started to run towards him, leaping on him in the biggest hug I have ever given him.

'Lena! I have missed you so much little sister' exclaimed Ray happily, hugging me tighter, 'but those pictures you sent me did not show how beautiful you have gotten!', he put a hand under my chin and turned my face this way and that, examining it as if it was a rare coin.

'You got the gene for mom's beauty I see' he stated, looking at the loose curls of my hair, the pale freckles of my face, the dark lashes that surrounded the jade-green eyes.

'Mom? Since when did you turn so American?' I teased, my British voice sounding slightly alien in this foreign country. I heard a slight cough, and turning slightly, I saw Gavin, Michael, Jack and Geoff all standing at the glass doors; Michael carrying Gavin bridal-style.