Once Again

T h r e e ➵ Ian

Peyton List as Jes Walters

"Come on Iz! We have to go pick up your brother from the airport!" My dad called from downstairs. Sun shown through the thin white curtains, earning a groan from me. I rolled over in my bed and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I smiled, today was the day Ian is coming to visit. I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom. I showered and brushed my teeth before putting on some white jean shorts and a nice designed black tanktop Ian gave me for my birthday.

I hopped down the stairs and into the kitchen where my dad was waiting.

"Someone is excited to see Ian," he smiled. Returning his grin I grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the door.

"Come on! Let's go!" I squealed. My dad laughed and snatched the car keys off the counter before following me to the car. The car ride was quiet but anticipation was in the air. The windows were open, allowing the wind to blow my loose hair around. I tied my hair back into a ponytail because I was sick of it hitting me in the face. Finally we arrived at the airport and parked. I ran in and stood in the area where Ian was told to come out of. My dad caught up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Hold your horses little monster. You don't want to scare him off." I stuck my tongue out at him and looked back toward the hall. People started to stream out carrying bags and backpacks. I scanned the crowd for Ian's face but I couldn't find him. Eventually people had stopped coming out and my shoulders drooped. Where is Ian?

"Boo," someone whispered from behind me. I spun around and grinned.

"Ian!" I beamed, lunging at him and engulfing him into a tight hug.

"Good to see you too little sis," He laughed. I released him and let my dad do his man hag with Ian. I giggled, man hugs always amused me. We all went to the car, stuffing Ian's luggage in the trunk messely. Ian sat in the front, forcing me to sit in the back, but honestly, I didn't mind. Ian reached over and turned on the radio, playing his favorite rock station. The cords of Carnivore, by Starset, rang through the speakers and I nodded my head along with the beat.

Ian is where I got my love for music. He used to play in a band and they practiced in our basement. As a child I always snuck down the steps to listen to them play. Thanks to Ian I love music, rock in particular.

My dad pulled into the driveway and turned the car off. I got out of the car and helped Ian with his bags, taking them upstairs to his old room. I placed his bag on the floor and looked around at the various band posters that still stuck on the wall. Ian came in and placed the rest of his things on the bed, clasping my shoulder.\

"It's good to be back." I smiled.

"Hey, do you want to go shopping?" I asked hopefully. Ian gave me a look and raised his eyebrow.

"Why? So you can empty my wallet?"

I laughed. "Maybe."

"Alright, we can go shopping, but you're not going to use all my money."

"Ok ok," I chuckled. I towed him out and into the kitchen where I grabbed the keys. "Bye dad! We're going shopping!"

"Have fun, don't kill Ian while you're out," He called back. I rolled my eyes and walked out to the car, jumping into the passenger seat. I handed the keys to Ian and he started the car. Courtesy Call played through the speakers and I leaned forward to turn it up. Ian stuck his tongue out hand made the rock sigh, nodding back and forth. I chuckled and punched him lightly in the arm.

We pulled up to the mall and walked into the outlet. We wandered around, looking in stores, occasionally buying a shirt or two. I strolled beside Ian, taking one of him mini pretzels and popping it into my mouth. He pulled the container away from me and gave me a possessive look.