It's Complicated.

It's Complicated 2

"ANNA!" Someone was trying to wake me. I sighed and pushed them away. "No." I said. "I'm sleeping. Later." I heard shuffling, and then I was being shaken. "Stop!" I mumbled, but they continued. Suddenly my reflexes came in and the next thing I knew I had backhanded someone. "OW!" I immediately sat up and looked to the right of the bed to see a frustrated Tommy, holding his nose.

"Fuck, Anna!" My eyes went wide and I gasped. "Shit! Sorry!" He rolled his eyes and I heard Daniel on the other side of the room laughing. I looked over at him and my eyes had five seconds to roam his bare chest before he had pulled a clean top on. "Nice one, Meiky! I taught you well!" He winked at me and I gave him a small smile. "Yes." I mumbled and looked back at Tommy.

"It's five thirty, and you have fifteen minutes to be ready. I've already put your things in the car. Hurry up." With that he walked out of the room. I sighed, glancing at Daniel - who was checking the room for things he might have forgotten - before jumping up and grabbing my clothes, heading for the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror and groaned. My light blonde hair was everywhere. The mess was horrific! I sighed and grabbed a brush from the overnight bag I'd packed for the plane ride, bringing it through my hair. When I'd rid of all the knots I pulled it back into a messy ponytail and then brushed my teeth. I spat out the hot paste and rinsed my mouth just as my brother came in.

"You'll have to hurry up and dress, whatever else too. Tommy's going mental!" Daniel laughed. "He needs to relax a little, just calm down." I rolled my eyes. "Agreed." I grinned. "Go, so I can change." He nodded his head and left me alone in the bathroom. I quickly got dressed in a pair of jean shorts and a singlet top, not forgetting the cardigan. It might be a little cold here in New York, but I'll need to be dressed and prepared for Cali.

I didn't bother with make up and so I was done. "Dan!" I heard Tommy call. "Anna!" I sighed and grabbed last nights clothes, my hair and tooth brushes and the toothpaste, packing them in my carry-on bag. "Coming!" I called back. With a quick glance at the bathroom I was off. I took in the rest of the house as I made my way to my brothers, who were both waiting in a cab. I locked the door behind me and jumped into the car.

"Ready?" Tommy asked and I nodded. Then we were off, and I caught one last look at the house that had been my home for my whole life before it completely disappeared. As the driver turned up the music I looked at Daniel. I was embarrassed to see he was watching me, which meant he caught me. I gave him a small smile and he grinned. "We're on our way." He told me and I rolled my eyes. "That we are."

We got to the airport in no time, and soon enough we were boarding our plane. I'd already stocked up on lollies, so that I was prepared for when my ears needed popping. Let me tell you something; I. Hate. Planes. It's not so much that they scare me, I just don't like them in general. They're big, ugly and loud. Okay, and a little bit scary.

I was seated near the window, which made it worse. But at least it had a curtain. I pulled it closed immediately and Tommy smirked at me. "I forgot you hate planes." I narrowed my eyes at him. "I don't hate them. Hate is a strong word, and it's not in my vocabulary. I dislike them, is all." He rolled his eyes and I heard Daniel chuckle from beside him. I sighed, ignoring them and turning my head towards the blocked window. I'd rather look at nothing then them.

About fifteen minutes later we were introduced to a male's voice and blah blah blah, he was the Captain and bleh bleh bleh. And then we were off. I held onto the seat handles tight - almost breaking them, I think - and kept my head back, a lollie already in my mouth. I looked to my right at Tommy, who I'd heard chuckling to himself. I glared at him and he sighed, taking my right hand. "I'm sorry, let me hold your hand." I waited a moment before nodding my head. He's trustworthy. I hope.