Dear Ana,

Siblings

Logan parked on the curb in front of my house.
He looked at me with his handsome face. My heart fluttered a bit from his stare.
"Thank you, for the pancakes and driving me home." I felt weird not giving him anything in return, even just a hug.
"Or a kiss." They suggested wickedly.
No.

"No problem." He stepped out of the car and walked with me to the door.
"You didn't have to get out of the car, you know."
"Didn't want you to faint again, having no one to catch you." He teased me.

"I think I'll be okay." I slightly shoved his shoulder.
I grabbed my keys out of my purse and unlocked the door. I remembered my parents were gone for the weekend.
I felt a bit awkward. Do I just send him away? He did bring me home.
"Do you maybe want a drink? Some tea, I think you better lay off the alcohol. Driving and all."
Crap. Inviting him inside isn't a very good idea either.

He bit his lip and shook his head.
"He's hot."

"Thanks, princess. Though I think it's better if I don't." He winked.
With his hands in his pockets he turned around and headed back to his car, turning around to say: "Rain-check on that drink."
And he drove away.

Logan's POV
I speeded up unknowingly. My head was everywhere besides the road.
My hand hit the steering wheel.
"Such an idiot." I exclaimed. Letting out a groan of stupidity.
She invited me in. I should've just gone inside, I had a chance and didn't take it.
Dumb bastard.

It's better I didn't go, something would've happened if I did. Good or bad, it's better like this.
I reassured my stupid self that I made the right choice, still I had to fight my hands not to turn the car back around.

I drove up to the house. The party and its people was still going strong.
The music boomed loud outside.
"I'm surprised the cops haven't shut us down." I muttered to myself.

My brother was pissed drunk.
"There you are lil bro!" He swung his arm around my neck.
"Sod off, Rick"

Amy's POV
I woke up with a slight headache.
"The punch must've caused this."
The morning light simmered through the curtains. The clock said I slept a good 9 hours.
I skipped my normal habit of weighing myself and headed downstairs.
I'm too worried about my weight....

I sipped some juice from my glass.
Evan and Yumi had both left multiple messages and a missed call.
Shit. I totally forgot to tell them where I'd gone.

I didn't feel like explaining right now.
A car drove up the driveway, I heard the engine and peeked through the curtain. Mom and dad won't be home until later.
It was a black van. It seemed the van has been through quite a lot: the paint was scarred and the wheels were brown of mud. One of the side doors of the car slid open. A boy with curly brown hair stepped out. His bass-guitar was strapped on his back. He slid the door closed and banged on the car with his fist. He waved the car goodbye.

I skipped towards the door and ran outside on merely my thin socks.
"Jake!" I screamed at the boy.
He smiled widely, his smile was exactly as I remembered.
I jumped in my brother's arms.
He finally came back after almost 2 years of traveling.
"Hey sis." He kissed my forehead and wrapped an arm around me as we headed inside.
"How have you been?"
He asked me. I didn't have enough words for that answer.
How have I been?
"Hungry."
"Lonely."
"Tired."
"Grim."
"Broken."

But all I could say, was the normal thing to say: "I'm okay."