Love Type Thing I1I Damn Sisters

It was strange that I hadn't seen Sara at all since we got there. And who knows what kind of freaky shit her and Brandon were doing in that house..alone..together. The thoughts my mind comes up with just make me shutter. I shook my head of those thoughts and got back to cooking the guys' breakfast. Ever since Ville'd gotten here, he's helped me out in the mornings. He always seemed to be up around six, and it's not like I'd deny the help. As I got to know Ville more I realized he's a pretty awesome guy. Apparently he's known Bam for years. Not quite as long as Brandon and Ryan, but longer than me and Sara combined. He was suspiciously missing today. I finished up the last couple pieces of bacon and peeled them off onto the piling plate on the table. Ryan and Brandon came down the stairs together, mumbling to each other about something. For once Jess showed up way before Bam. "Bacon again?!" Brandon whined.

Ryan hit him upside the head. "Shut the fuck up. You're such and idiot."

"Has anyone seen Ville?" I asked, looking at Jess whose bedroom was right next to Ville's.

He shrugged. "He's in Bam's room."

I looked at Brandon who squealed in unison with me. "Ewww!" I laughed at the glares Ryan and Jess sent our way. "So why are we all up so early? It's only like 6:30, normally you aren't up until, you know when Michael Jackson goes black again."

"Vacation." Jess said simply, shoveling his mouth full of food. "Damn these are good, Meggo."

"Stop flirting so much." Ryan muttered, shoving his side.

Brandon looked up suddenly, a bright smile on his lips. "I've got a bet for you, Meggie!" I considered the fact that it would more than likely definitely entail nakedness of some sort.

"It'll give you something to do on the bus ride at least." Ryan shrugged. I looked at him, shocked he was agreeing with Brandon for once and not hitting him. On that note, I'm surprised Brandon can still think from all the times he gets hit in the head every day. Only person worse, is well, me.

"Bus ride?" I asked, a frying pan in my hand, ready to smack whoever dared to make a perverted comment this morning.

Jess nodded, piling his plate with another helping of Belgian waffles. "We take a vacation every year around July. Usually we go down to a lake somewhere and you know, terrorize the place with fireworks. But since it's already November, Bam and I thought we'd go to Ohio and visit our grandparents and Brandon's folks for Thanksgiving. Nani makes the best turkey."

I tried to give the boys a smile. "So Sara's coming?"

"Of course. She's my wife. I want her to meet my parents finally." Brandon replied, dropping his stupid act for a few moments to actually sound like a normal functioning human being. "Well? Pack woman!" Brandon rushed me up to my room. "I've got to go wake my wife." He winked.

I glared at the brown box-like shape on my bed. "You are going to close," My hand gripped the neck of the umbrella tighter. "And you're gonna like it!" I shouted, bringing the umbrella down onto the dumb thing. So what if it was already closed and zipped? "God. Damn. Sisters! I'll show you! Stupid stupid bitch! Why would you get married without telling me? You didn't even invite me to the wedding asshole! You're the one who dragged me down here to meet your stupid boyfriend and I conveniently haven't seen hide nor hair of you since we fucking got here. And what about Mom and Dad? Huh? I bet they were there. I bet you called up Max too, didn't you? And what about Travis? Did he go? Huh? Did you stay friends with my goddamn boyfriend when you were through with him and just tossed him aside after you so graciously stole him right. Fucking. Out from under. Me!" I stood, panting tears starting to form. I wiped my eyes, refusing to cry.

"Who was that all about?" Bam asked, stepping forward cautiously.

I breathed out heavily, shaking my head. "You wouldn't believe me anyway." I hated how wobbly my voice was coming out. I won't cry. Not for this.

"Meagan, you know you can talk to me about..anything." He said softly.

I shook my head. "Not you. Ville in his room now?" Bam nodded, giving me a disappointed look. I shoved past him, making a run to Ville. I just knew I had to get there before anyone saw the tears already beginning to fall.

"Meagan?" Ville's voice echoed from ahead of me. He stood with one hand on his door, looking at me with such concern. I paced over to him, keeping my head down, out of sight. But he could tell from the way I moved. "Come here, sweetie." He took me under his arm, guiding me. "Bam, get everyone ready."

He sat me down, taking my hands into his. And I spilled, everything. There was something really calming about being around him, you felt like you could tell him anything without any fear of judgment or fidelity. I sat back against the wall after I'd cried more than in my entire life. He sat next to me, my head resting on his shoulder. He just sat there with me until I was ready to talk again. "Ville..I've never trusted anyone with this..what I told you. Not even Sara." I sighed. "Especially not Sara."

"I never knew you two hated each other so much. Sara's so nice, I've known her since Brandon and her began dating." He reflected.

"It's just me. I'm a failure to her, so she finds ways to kick me down. I don't think it's really her fault. She's going through the same things I am and I think this is just her way to cope."

He frowned. "I would've never guessed your relationship was so bad. Maybe this holiday will help."

"I guess we should head downstairs now, huh?" I suggested, hastily changing the subject. I could use a vacation, but one with Sara? How about not.