"No drunks ever would." She teases, smiling slightly.
He wants her. She keeps walking.
He follows until the house is in sight.
Aaron waves at them from the front door. "What in the hell, Sophie?!"
"I told you that I was going to the library!" She calls, annoyed.
Her mother comes out and gives her a look. "Don't shout, darling." She scolds her daughter.
"I wasn't shouting, mother." Sophie mutters, glancing at Kieran before walking up the porch steps.
Her mother scowls at her appearance. "Where are your shoes, dear?" She asks.
"In my closet, where all the shoes live." She replies, sarcastically.
"Why on earth aren't you wearing them?"
Sophie sighs and goes inside, walking upstairs to her room. She stands there for a moment, closing her eyes and wishing she didn't have to go on this trip.
Her father died a month ago. She misses him more than anything.
She fights back tears and goes to her closet.
She pulls on a large sweatshirt and some black leggings and boots.
Then she grabs her carry-on bag and walks back downstairs.
Aaron bumps her shoulder with his.
Sophie smiles at her brother.
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When they get on the plane, they sit in the first class section.
Sophie pulls her legs up into the seat and then Kieran sits down beside her.
She narrows her eyes at him.
He gives her a look. "I'm not enjoying this anymore than you are, sweetheart."
Sophie glares. "Whatever." She looks around, finding her brother sitting by their mom.
Sophie buckles up and then stares out the window.
After a long time of silence, Sophie looks over at Kieran.
He has his arms crossed over his chest, leaning back with his eyes closed.
"What's your middle name?" Sophie asks.
"James." Kieran answers, without opening his eyes.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Grey."
"Figures." She mutters.
He glances at her through the slitted eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"
