This was a therapeutic chain of events.

THIRTEEN

Brendon's P.O.V

It was 6pm when we finally boarded the plane, Ronnie saying a little less than a full sentence to me the whole time. I needed to make things right with her, I know she hates me for leaving, and I regret it every day, but I have to make it right.

Ronnie slid in next to the window seat and slumped down in her chair with a sigh, staring out the window at the place I knew she would miss.

"I'm really glad you're coming with me Ronnie." I said, she turned her attention to me, well as much attention as someone who hates you can give.

"Did I really have a choice?" She mumbled pulling her headphones out of her bag.

"Hey I thought we could ta- no ok then." I was going to say 'I thought we could talk' but I was cut off by Ronnie matt black beats headphones covering her ears. "I guess I'll just talk to myself." I mumbled. "Hey how you doing, ok then." I spoke quickly at the air stewardess who must've thought I was crazy talking to myself. "God this is gonna be a long flight."

Running a hand through my hair, I made myself a little more comfortable in my seat before we took off, for some reason I felt nervous. I was about about to spend an entire summer with my sister, who I haven't spoken to in nearing 3 years and haven't seen for 4. I already got the vibe she did not want to be here, but I really had to sort this out between us, not only for my own conscious, but for hers too. She has to know that I never abandoned her, that I care about her, and I always have.

Ronnie's P.O.V

We were about to take off and I was so pissed off, I looked out the window at exactly 6:18, and watched the sunset slowly fade into that twilight mode just before it's dark, when the night life starts to come out, and I start to have fun.

I didn't want to be here, my whole life seems to be just a pass the parcel of who doesn't want Ronnie. I was also a little nervous I guess, I hadn't spoken to my brother in a little over 3 years and know he expected me to get to know him all over again.

I put my headphones on in order to prepare myself for take-off, I never really have liked flying, it never put me off my dream of travelling, but it was definitely the worst part for me, especially take off. My anxiety disorder also was a bitch at times like this, i'd get these irrational thoughts that I was gonna die, or the plane was gonna crash and burn. It also didn't help that  Brendon kept fidgeting in the seat next to me, actually it was just plane pissing me off, I resisted the urge several times not to give him a dead leg, but then the captain turn on the seatbelt sign, and all my distractions were cleared.

I felt the fans in the wings turning at tremendous speed under my seat, and I braced myself. When we started to move I could feel my stomach churning. All of my worst fears where coming true in one day and it was like a massive slap in the face. My mind went back to this morning when I was lying in a hospital bed, almost dead, and right now I wished that I was.

When the planes speed increased and the chair started to vibrate, I clutched my hand on to arm rests and closed my eyes leaning my head back, god I probably looked like such a baby right now.

When the whole plane stopped shaking, I felt a hand on my forearm, my eyes shot open and I saw Brendon looking over at me with a concerned face.

"Hey, its fine were off the ground now." He smiled before taking his hand away.

I didn't reply, I just pulled my headphones back on a stared out the window. I felt a tiny form of gratitude creeping up from my toes, but I quickly shoved it back down where it belongs, Brendon does not deserve my gratitude.

Brendon's P.O.V

About 3 hours into the flight, and another 2 and a half to go, I woke up from a sleep which seemed like it had been for 3 hours ever since we left. I opened my eyes, rubbing them with my palms. Something felt different, I looked down to see Ronnie asleep on my shoulder.

I know it sounds super weird and cringy, but I literally felt accomplished as a big brother. I hadn't been this physically close to Ronnie since I arrived, and I dunno it just felt really good, it felt like she needed me, even if she was half unconscious. This stupid comical grin decorated my face, which I couldn't wipe. However that quickly changed when I almost jumped out of my skin at the 3 year old next to me staring at me. I shot her a small smile before turning my attention back to my baby sister sitting next to me.

She looked so peaceful, a stray piece of her dyed blonde hair swept across her face, her eyes, normally blue and vibrant were concealed by delicate eyelids. Her entire face was rid of all hatred and malice she had for the world, making her just another teenage girl, and not the conflicted junky she pretended to be. You could probably disagree with me since I haven't been around that much, but I know my sister, and that is not her.

Just as the thought came into my head, Ronnie stirred next to me, she fluttered her eyes open and realised she was resting her head on my shoulder, she almost jumped back, looking over at me with tired eyes.

"Sorry." She mumbled leaning as far over to the left as she physically could.

"It's fine." I said, another one of them toothy smiles radiating my face, I probably looked so weird.

She looked at me and furrowed her eyebrows. "What's with all your smiling?" She said making a circle with her fingers around my mouth area. "Seriously its creepy." She said pulling her head phones back over her ears and staring out the window once again.

Even though that probably should have been my queue to stop, I just couldn't stop smiling. She actually spoke to me, without me speaking to her first. Was the only thought going round my head right now. That was until I caught that creepy kid staring at me again. Then I was just freaked out.