Long Lost Siblings

A Car Ride Home

Jason's pov

I walk back on the bus, still shell shocked. "So what'd she want?" Kurt asks. I sit down, shakily. "I...... She..... I have a sister." They all stare at me shocked. "What are you talking about?" Mike asks. "She's my sister. I-I don't wanna explain it all but it's true." I put my head in my hands. "Are you alright?" "I just..... Can't believe I have a sister. I have to talk to my parents."

Miranda's pov

I'm super glad I found my brother. I stare at the ceiling of my hotel room. A feeling in my chest making it tight. Someone knocks on my door, I hold back a scream. I get up and answer it and am really surprised to see Jason. He looked too shocked to even think when we parted ways at the diner. We stare at each other for like five seconds until tears come to my eyes and he hugs me. "Welcome back little sister." He says, shocking me. "I didn't know if you'd believe me." I whimper, looking up at him. He smiles, tears in his eyes too which shocks me even more. "Only an Aldean can be as brave as you were last night." He says. "Ya wanna come meet our parents? I'm headed to-" "Yes!" I gasp instantly. He laughs slightly and holds my hand. "Let's go." I get my stuff and turn in my room key. We get in his truck. "I uh I hope you don't live there." He says, staring at me. I can't help but laugh. "No I live in Mississippi. I only came here to find you." He smiles and pulls onto the highway. "I'm really glad ya found me." "Me too, Jason. It's so good to finally know my brother." I hold the photo in my hands and turn it over. I gasp in surprise when there's writing. But it's really hard to read. "Jason, there's something written here." I gasp. He glances over. "Dad's handwriting. He never could write normally." He says with a light chuckle. He looks hard at it while still driving. I've got to admit my brother is quite talented. "Williams '82. First and last." He reads aloud. "I wonder what that means." I know what it means. "Our last name. The year I was born and it's the first and last picture ever of us." I say, my voice shaking. He eases on the brakes. I look up at him. "Not anymore." He says, smiling. He puts an arm around my shoulders and takes a picture with me. I laugh a little and hug him. "Thanks Jason." "No problem." We finally make it to his parents' house after an almost 10 hour drive from New Mexico where his show was. I shakily step out, the picture gripped tight in my hand. "I'm nervous." I whisper when Jason walks to my side, his boots crunching over gravel. He smiles and rests a hand on my shoulder. "Welcome home." He says.