Advice of the day: If you're running around the house, fighting with your friend and then he takes the string guitar, jokingly threatening to hit you with it, and takes a swing, do not, and I repeat DO NOT stop it with your palm... guitar strings cut... like badly... it's a miracle I can type without bleeding on the keyboard (thank you whoever invented Plaster!!)

Alright so sorry for the long wait, I know you guys have been waiting a while... and sorry for the end... mouhahahahahahaha. Anyway, it's not that bad, really...

And the kiss... mouhahahaha... can't answer this one... maybe they'll never kiss [Stewie psycho eyes]

Oh and I'll try to upload again soon, but tomorrow I have to attend funerals (real one, no joke) and then I'm going to go out... so not sure I'm going to have time to finish it right away...

And we have to clear something... so when I started writing this, I didn't choose a real city to set it in... I mean, I don't know if I put it in here or if it's in Blake's POV but I said it was supposed to be in the USA but I'm much more familiar with the Southern part of it... and I needed cooler weather so I never gave a specific name because I didn't want to speak about a city I didn't know... and now we have lovely Lexi flying to a New York suburb... which does not exist either for obvious reasons you will read, but I needed specific things... but anyway, the thing is our happy family is making a domestic flight because I didn't want to have to put the whole going through customs... so simply put this story happens in an imaginary city in the states, and the funeral is in an imaginary city too! Just so everything is clear... lol

Alright I think I rant enough now... and my palm stings... and it's 6h40... and I have to be up in.. 3 hours? I'm in crap... lol

So read, enjoy, vote and COMMENT!!!!! :D

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Less than an hour later we were driving in the little bus that took us from the free parking and to the airport.

"I'll give you a hundred bucks if you scream you have a bomb" Ty whispered beside me and I slapped his arm, my eyes bulging.

"TY!! There's things you just CAN'T say in an airport!" I hissed.

"Well technically we aren't IN it yet" he chuckled.

"Dad, please tell your son to shut his mouth before we get arrested" I whined.

My dad just laughed.

Perfect, just perfect!

When we got in the airport, we walked with our bags to the stand where the airline we were flying with was and then checked our bags and got our tickets.

Then we went through security and I was happy that Tyler kept his mouth shut this time. We went through the usual; showed our ID to the angry lady and then took our shoes off and everything with metal and vest and all, put our bags in the grey plastic box that ran in the X-ray machine and then walked under the metal detector thingy.

"Does it mean that if I was a robot I wouldn't be able to get through?" Ty asked me, as we got our stuff.

I took my grey purse that looked a whole lot more like a shoulder schoolbag, just a little smaller, laughing "It's discrimination, right?"

"Totally!"

With our shoes and everything else back on and our small bags that we could bring in the plane we walked to our gate, to wait for our flight to leave.

We quickly found it, it wasn't our first time in an airport, and then we sat on the chairs by the gate and waited, watching the screen that showed the departures.

Ty was playing with his PSP again, dad had his newspaper, and I took my iPod out of my purse and "The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde" determined to finish it but then saw my cellphone.

I should call Blake...

No I shouldn't...

But I'm going to worry all weekend long if I don't...

I took it out and then, after playing with it for a few seconds, dialed and brought it to my ear.

But I was sent to voicemail automatically.

He probably had it closed. And I was NOT leaving a message! That was just recipe for disaster. I rarely sounded intelligent when leaving a message on voicemails... I would even be ready to say I rarely sounded intelligent lately...

And I had Blake to blame for!

But the fact that I had gotten his voicemail was probably a sign from the gods, telling me I should just drop it, and not think about Blake Eaton for the next two days...

I could do that... right?

Half an hour later, it was our turn to fly away, and the guy standing at the desk looked at our ticket as we waited in line and then we walked through the gate and towards the plane.

It wasn't a huge one, it was a two seats on each sides plane, which meant me and Ty sat beside each other and dad sat in the row beside ours.

I sat beside the window and then closed my cellphone. Ty closed his PSP too, since you weren't allowed to have anything technologically related open when taking off and lending, even though why the hell would it matter if you had you mp3 open? It's not like I could take control of the plane with it... Or maybe I could...

Haha!

"So... are we kicking the seats in front of us to piss people off or talking about all the new rashes we caught lately" Ty said mischievously beside me.

"Do you WANT to get kicked out of the plane?" I snorted.

"Maybe... if we had taken off and they provided the parachutes!"

I laughed, shaking my head.

Idiot!

I took gum out of my purse and gave some to Ty and dad, so we wouldn't get our ears blocked.

I remembered once, while flying to Florida, I had the beginning of a cold and my nose was running and blocked. Not a fun thing... it felt like my head was stuffed and at one point there actually was sort of a whistling in my nose and I actually though my eardrum would explode!

Not a fun feeling!

The flight attendant started her little rant about all the security stuff but the sound sucked so we couldn't really hear anything clearly.

The plane started to move, and drove slowly to the runway.

And then it started to go fast, the fast that makes your stomach go all weird, the fun weird, the way it is when you're in a rollercoaster, like your insides are kinda dropping.

And then we were flying.

Few minutes later, when we had reached the right level, the light signal that said no electronic devise went off and Ty took his PSP out and I took my iPod out.

But I didn't feel like reading anymore and got bored with my same old music, now finally getting very very angry and keyed up about stupid stupid annoying bitchy Stacey!!

Why the hell had she freaking gone and tell lies to every one! Why did she have to be such a bitch? What did she WANT?

Blake?

Hadn't he made it obvious that he wasn't interested?

I didn't want my relation with Blake to be ruined because of that hoe!

Urggg!!

"You look like you could do some battle trooper killing" Ty said to me, bringing me out of my scowling, handing me his PSP.

"Star Wars Battlefront?"

"Just for you big sis!" Ty half smiled, chuckling a little.

I thanked him and took the PSP, and continued his flag game, happily shooting everyone with my riffle. There was a deep fulfilling feeling that came with it...

Haha!

"Can't believe that in about one hour we're going to see Annabelle again..." Ty whined beside me, running his hand through his hair, that was getting a little longer, not its usual cropped up short.

"That's bound to be fun" I snorted as the screen asked me if I wanted to become Obi-wan Kenobi.

No thanks! I rather killed people with the gun for now...

"I bet she got fatter! I hope she bleached her hair and looks like the witch she his!" Tyler ranted on.

I chuckled beside him "Please, you know she'll still be the usual beauty pageant goddess she knows she is! The attitude included"

"Beauty pageant goddess? Please! She's ugly! And annoying! And fat! And annoying! And stuck-up! And annoying! And whiny!"

"And annoying?"

"Ya! God I hate her..."

"And she's going to be judging everyone and finding something wrong about everything we do..." I trailed, slowing sinking with Ty.

I kinda had to admit it... Anna was a pain... I mean she could be nice... she just usually didn't want to...

"Hope you didn't bring anything that's a fake brand... you know she's all but going to burn it!"

"Ya, don't worry! I don't want to have her rant about how fake brands destroy the real ones and blah blah blah!" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Come on kids! It's not going to be that bad!" my dad laughed beside us.

We both turned to look at him.

"Do I need to remind you the time she decided to clean up all our closets and then threw away everything she thought just wasn't "fashion" anymore?" Ty said, raising his eyebrows.

"Alright might be a little bad..." he chuckled.

About an hour later, the seatbelt sign went on again and we were landing.

We all got up and slowly made our way out of the plane, waiting for people to get their stuff out of the compartments over the seats, or under the seats.

The flight attendants thanked us for choosing their company, wishing us to have a nice day and then we walked out of the plane and then out the gates.

"Can't believe I'm going to see her... I'd trade my PS3 for a PS2 to never have to see her again... Too young to go to prison for murder just yet..." Ty was mumbling behind me, making me laugh.

"Alright, so now, I guess we have to look for your sister" my father said with a grin.

"Okayyyyy... I'm going BACK now!" Ty said, and turned around, but I grabbed him by the shirt and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. "We'll get through it together" I chuckled and then the dreadful vision we all didn't want to have was a few feet in front of us.

Annabelle, with her usual tanned skin, black hair stylishly set, perfect nose, stiletto boots that were tapping impatiently on the ground, houndstooth patterned mini skirt, black low cut long sleeved shirt, red scarf, big pop star glasses in her hands that had perfectly manicure nails, straight out of the beautician make-up, GUESS purse on her shoulder, red cellphone in her hand...

God I hated her...

I felt Ty stiffen beside me, and then she saw us and waved her hand over her head, smiling.

Alright... maybe she's going to be nice... that would be... nice?

"Hey guys!!" she greeted us, and then hugged dad. "I'm glad you're finally there... I hate waiting! You guys know how much I hate waiting! Why would you make me wait?" she frowned.

"We kinda don't have power over the whole flying thing ya know?" Ty groaned.

"Oh yes silly me... it's just... you know, you say an hour, I expect an hour... kind of normal you know" she fackly smiled.

Yope, she settled on annoying!

Like I needed another bitch around me right now...

"How are you doing kid?" my father smiled, just looking happy to see his daughter again.

"You know I hate it when you call me kid right?"

"Alright, how are you doing Annabelle?" my dad said, still smiled.

"Oh you know, good, even though you dragged me to this funeral! I don't see the point, mom isn't coming, why should I be coming!?" she said rolling her eyes, playing with her nails "Plus I counted fifteen , FIFTEEN fake Louis Vuitton travel bags so far! Do you know how wrong that is?" she scowled.

"Yes, it's an awful thing" I snorted.

Anna looked at me, raising an eyebrow, clearly picking up on the tone I used "It really is, right?"

When she spoke I saw something... color in her mouth, or more precisely on her tongue.

"You got your tongue pierced?" I frowned, snorting a little.

My dad made a choking sound.

Ty was all but sprinting away.

"Well thanks miss obvious!" she scowled at me, glaring and then turned, looking at dad "Don't worry dad, it's nothing! It's just like getting my ears pierced and you never had a problem with that!" she smiled angelically.

My dad shook his head, but said nothing.

"Smooth move Anna, real smooth!" I snorted again.

"Thanks! And, aren't your hair still the same haystack as when I left? I'm glad to know some things never change" she snorted too.

I gritted my teeth.

"Can't we just go get our bags!?" Ty said, his voice strained.

"Yes, let's do this so we can leave already!" Anna said and then walked in front of us to the bag carousel.

"I'm going to kill her" Ty mouthed to me as walk headed towards our bags.

Few minutes later we were all sitting in the rented Ford Escape, dad driving, Annabelle sitting in front with him, me and Ty in the back.

"You know, why are we even attempting this thing? It's not like I knew the guy!" Anna was ranting in front, so I just decided I didn't want to hear more so I put on my music. Loudly enough to cut all the sound, the really really annoying sound that was my sister's voice.

I looked through my window, at the town we were now driving in.

I didn't get why the funeral was going to happen here... why Preston was getting buried here... I mean shouldn't he be in his hometown?

Dad had explained that he had lived and exposed in this town, the last years of his life, but still... wouldn't you want to go back home in the end?

Of course, this was a nice town; it had an old feeling to it. The building looked a little European, and it didn't feel like it was some town that was slowly getting abandoned... it felt like it was still well alive, even though it was old.

"And that motel room you rented better be clean!" I heard Anna say, in the middle of two songs, when the sound died down.

I rolled my eyes.

Of course, dad would purposely rent a dirty room!

Stupid bitch...

Ty tapped my leg and started to make cut his throat moves.

I nodded my head in agreement.

When we got to the motel, Anna grabbed me by the arm, stopping me from following the guys inside "Why the hell did you have to tell everyone!!" she hissed, her nails digging in my arm.

"It's in your freaking mouth Anna! It's not like no one was going to see it!" I sighed.

"Please! Dad is completely unobservant just like you! I mean come on! The guy had mom cheat on him for over a year without noticing it! If that's not unobservant, than I don't know what is!"

When she said that, I ripped my arm out of her grip and all but slapped her.

"Don't you EVER say things like that! Don't you ever say anything bad about dad!! You have NO idea what he went through NO idea so shut up, JUST SHUT UP!!" I yelled at her and then grabbed my bag and ran inside the room.

I'm going to kill her...

There's no way ion hell I'm going to survive this weekend.

For a few seconds I wished to be elsewhere... for a few seconds I wished for Blake...

We went out to a restaurant for dinner, Anna complaining about everything being too full of fat for her liking, and then spent the rest of the night in the hotel room, watching TV.

Well Anna left... she said she wanted to drive around town.

I knew she would try to find a club or something...

Stupid bitch...

It hadn't even been twenty four hours yet and we all wanted to kill her already. My dad included... I mean, he hadn't said anything but I could just feel it...

The next morning we woke up and got ready to go to the funeral.

It was the ceremony at church first and then Preston last exposition at the gallery he had been working for and finally the burial at the town's cemetery.

It was in moment like these I wanted to drink...

Without Anna, it would have been sad... with her, it was going to be painful!

Ty, dad and I were ready pretty quickly, the guys looking all serious in their black suit, Ty wearing the red belt and dad a red handkerchief in the front pocket. I was wearing a grey shirt/dress pretty short but wore black legging under so I wouldn't look like a hoe, with a red belt around my waist, and I had even brought my black open-toe high heels just to be more classy and not have Anna rant about how flats were inappropriate and blah blah blah...

I had tied my hair into a ballerina twist bun that way Anna couldn't complain about how awful they were. There was no way in hell I was putting make up though! Plus I had my Ray-Ban so who cared if my eye lashes had mascara on under?

Anna finally got out of the bathroom, her hair curled. Anna didn't curl... at all... her hair was flat. I smirked inside thinking about the fact that they would pouf down by the end of the day.

She had her perfect make-up as usual, black mascara, thin eyeliner, red lipstick, and was wearing a black dress as short as my shirt/dress but she wasn't wearing anything under. She had red high-heels on, and her nails were red too, and so was her coat, that she held in her hands.

She liked red...

"Alright let's do this!!" she said and walked out, her heels tapping on the floor.

"Let's try to survive this..." Ty mumbled...

"Please you got it easy! You weren't the one sharing a bed with her!" I told him as I put my black coat on.

"I sat beside her at the restaurant!"

"Please that wasn't that bad!"

"Oh you wanna see bad?" Ty smirked a little "SHUT GUN!!!!"

"Oh you bitch!!!" I hissed, my eyes bulging and I punched him.

"Aww shit!" I heard Anna say outside.

"Please please! Don't do this to me!" I begged Ty, holding his arm.

"Have fun big sis, and see how more awful it is to have to endure her when she's AWAKE and there!" he laughed and walked outside.

"See this as a way to become a better person" dad said, tapping my back in encouragement, and walked out too.

I'm going to die...

The ride was painful... that was the least to say... As usual, Anna just kept talking and never shut up.

It took all my self control to not just punch her. I could even see Ty laugh about it in front.

Traitor!

But honestly... god she was annoying... So annoying... I wanted to beat her up, burn her... pull all her hair out...

Seriously, I'd trade her for Blake anytime...

Alright Lexi you are not thinking about him... you said you wouldn't think about him for the weekend then you are not!

Because if I thought about him, I thought about Stacey, and I was already pissed off enough as it was...

"...so then that girl shows up and you just KNOW she's a cheap slut, like one layer of nail polish, polyester extensions, fake trends... you know all that crap and she just THINKS she can walk in there and boss everyone around! So you know me, I wouldn't let an injustice like that happen so I shove her..."

Blah blah blah... shoot me God, kill me, do it quick...

When we finally reached the church I thanked the lord.

It was a big church, super high, with the windows with colorful designs, and a big bell. It was all in grey rock and there were six set of huge doors and steps in front, where a bunch of people were gathered, waiting to get inside, all with sad looking faces.