I rolled my eyes as I slid as far away from the two of them as possible. Even for nineteen year olds, they sure acted a lot like they were six. Cole and Dylan. Yeah, my brothers. They never seemed to shut up, either. I was forced to sit on this plane for hours next to them. Why? My mom was FINALLY coming home from Arezzo, and it was a big deal to us. We had to fly out to Phoenix to meet her, and then we're all catching a plane back to Sacramento. It all worked out pretty well. You know, other than the fact that my dad wasn't here, so technically Dylan and Cole were in charge. Joy.All Rights Reserved