All it Took ~ c.d

TWENTY ONE

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We touch down in LAX at about 7am. By the time Mason has single handedly retrieved all our bags and dad has bought his third coffee of the day, it's about 8am. Tyler's game starts at 1.

We search through the car park for Dad's personal driver aka grandpa.

"He's over there" I tell everyone pointing towards the big black people carrier pulling into the pick up docks. No one seems to acknowledge me.

"Here he is!" Oscar shouts, proud of himself for finding Grandpa first. Even though he didn't.

"Good job Oscar!" Mom says ruffling his hair in her hand and kissing the top of his head.

"Hello? Did no one hear me say that 30 seconds ago?" I say loudly.

"Stop being jealous Luna" Max sighs, climbing into the car. I throw my hands in the air with a loud grunt.

"Go choke on a baseball" I mutter so quietly that no one can hear. I've been with my brothers for what? 6 hours and they're already doing my head in. I climb in the car to find that only the single seat at the back is left. No one wants the single seat. At every left turn the suitcases threaten to crush you as they wobble uneasily on their stack. I sigh and squeeze my way through my brothers before I flop down into the seat. I have to have my knees by my chin as the luggage takes up the whole floor space around me.

"Wanna swap?" Isaac says peering over the edge of his seat. "I do kind of owe you" He sighs.

"Owe me for what?" I say raising an eyebrow.

"Uh- for-uh" He stutters. "For not saving you from falling"

"You couldn't have done anything to stop it Saac." I say softly. He sits down and mumbles something that I can't quite hear. I can just about make out 'hadn't' 'tried' and 'kiss' as well as a few curse words here and there. What?

We pull up outside the house within about an hour of leaving the airport. The boys instantly grab their bags before I've even had a chance to unbuckle my seatbelt. I let out a grunt as Oscar's buzz light year suitcase falls from the top of the pile landing straight on my toes but eventually shake it off and head inside.

"Luna! Baby!" I hear my grandmother's shrill voice sound as I step back into civilisation. Don't get me wrong, I love Nona but she's not exactly the first person you want to see after a 6 hour flight.

"Hi Grandma" I say snapping on my fake smile.

"How are you feeling?" She says softly.

"I'm fine" I sigh.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She screams. Nona has a tendency to switch from sunshine and rainbows to satan and Black Death in the space of 2 seconds.

"It was an accident" I try.

"You had me worried sick. Your grandpa told me he was going to pick the boys up but there was no mention of you- I thought you'd died."

"Well I didn't and I'm fine. Can we talk about something else now?" I shrug sitting at the kitchen table. "Is there any food going?"

"If you want something then make it yourself." Mom says sternly before storming out the room. Nona's eyes widen as she follows her out of the room leaving me alone. I don't flinch until I hear the bedroom door slam firmly shut. I breathe out heavily before pushing myself up onto my feet and walking to the fridge. Completely empty. In all my 17 years of living, I have never once seen this fridge empty. I sigh and look in the cupboard, all that's left is an old packet of biscuits on the top shelf. I stretch to reach them but it's no use. I even jump up but I'm still miles away.