Overhaul! Depending on feedback, I'm planning to update this story every other day as I have completed the entire thing. I promise you, this story is SO much better than the original... which is why I'm going to take the old one down. It's awful, and this story is slightly different anyway, bit more fun. ;)

Read on, and enjoy!

I groan, pushing back in my seat. I'm not an aggressive person, believe me, but I have this strong urge to strangle a certain person. "Please. . ." I sigh, exasperated. "Just shut up." My pleas go unheard, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, doing my best to occupy my hands for obvious reasons.

The bus finally comes to halt and I wobble to my feet before proceeding to stumble rather precariously down an aisle full of complete and utter strangers, only to go flying out the door when a certain person accidentally bumps into me.

"You're evil," I state through gritted teeth.

"I know," he grins, his stormy grey eyes shining smugly.

I grunt out something incoherent under my breath, continuing to walk straight ahead. He jogs a little to catch up with me.

"Ames?" He asks, a frown on his face, his dirty blond hair falling over his eyes, "You okay?" For once, he's actually being kind. Talk about split personality.

I turn my head to meet his gaze before shrugging and dropping it. "I've been better," I say, pushing the thought of my day to the back of my mind.

He nods slowly before looking back up and smiling a happy smile. It's a kind one though, so we're good. I was being slightly mean earlier; my brother's not all that bad.

"Adam!"

Our heads snap round, searching for the girlie scream. A girl with long, bleach blond hair scuttles across the street, a big lipstick red grin plastered on her face. She comes to a halt in front of us, still grinning like a crazed Cheshire cat. It's Marrisa, Little-Miss-Popular.

She goes to hug Adam but he skilfully slips away. "So. . ." Adam draws out, rather unsure on what to say. "Did you want us?" We are both renowned for our lousy acting skills.

"I want you!" she says in a shrill tone. I press my lips firmly together and decide to wait a little longer before I intervene. After all, this is like strangling him in an incredibly weird way.

"Did you now?" Adam asks, feigning interest. He's officially lost the plot. I look at my invisible watch and gasp in fake realisation. As I said before, my acting skills are near on pathetic.

"Oh! Look at the time! We've got to go! What a shame!" I grab Adam by the arm and pull him away, waving happily at Marrisa. "Lovely seeing you, Marrisa!" are my parting words as we turn down our road.

Adam groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, looking exactly like me. "That's our worst yet," he states, chuckling softly. I roll my eyes, completely agreeing with him.

We continue our way down the road, turning in through our little gate. Hopping on the little pebble stone pathway, I finally find myself at the door, just as it slams shut in my face. I grunt and push the key in the lock, effectively re-opening the door.

I'm about to scream at Adam for his blatant rudeness, when my dad appears of nowhere. "Great, you're back!" I'm about to inform him how observant he is, when he grins, clamping his hands together. "I have something to tell you both!" His eyes shoot to Adam, who thinks he's making a sly getaway up to his room. He freezes, slowly turning to look at us.

"What?" Picture of innocence, my brother.

I snort, walking away, calling over my shoulder. "Ha, good try!" Adam grunts from behind me, I can hear him trudging down the stairs. "Seriously," I press on, knowing at least one of them will hear my sarcastic remark. "You could be, like, a top spy."

Adam shoots me an incredulous look as he saunters into the kitchen, leaning casually against the door frame, his hands shoved in his pockets. "How original of you, Amy."

I shrug, leaning back against the kitchen counter and pressing my palms to the work top, lifting myself up. "What can I say?" I retort nonchalantly, swinging my legs back and forth.

Adam smirks, "Nothing would be nice."

Dad walks in, his hands held up submissively. "I have some news." We're the straight talking type— say it like it is; no time for pleasantries, my dad.

"I heard," I mutter sarcastically under my breath.

Dad shoots me a look and I hold my hands up in surrender. "I'm having a bad day, okay."

He's soon back to smiley mode and Adam's quick to rolls his eyes, "Just spit it out, will you?"

He holds up his hands again, "Okay, okay! You'll love it when it when I tell you."

How reassuring.

"Which will hopefully be sometime this week," Adam mutters, catching my eye. My lips twitch and I avert my gaze back to Dad.

"I booked a holiday." He looks so happy with himself; like he's hit the jackpot.

"Pardon?" I ask, at the same time Adam blurts out: "What!?"

He falters for a second; obviously our reaction isn't quite how he imagined it. "A holiday. . ." he repeats slowly, like he's talking to a bunch of bemused five-year-olds.

"Yes, we heard that bit," I say bluntly, rolling my eyes.

Dad appears to be baffled, "Well, that was all I said?"

Adam face palms and sighs, "Where to?" I too face palm and await his answer.

"Alberta," he states. I peek through my fingers; I now have a smidgen of hope. Apparently, so does Adam.

"Alberta, Alberta?" he clarifies.

Dad nods slowly, "Yes. . ."

I look up from my hands, "Where abouts in Alberta?" The word Alberta has currently been said a grand total of four times. I have a feeling it'll only continue to rise.

"Hudson," he replies, before changing his mind. "Well, not exactly in Hudson— but near it." My future is beginning to look that little bit brighter.

I hop down from the counter, smiling. "I can't wait, Dad!" I hurry up the stairs, and push through my door before lifting the lid of my trusty laptop. With a few clicks, Google's ready and waiting. I hurriedly punch in the words before tapping rather forcefully on the search button. With a flash, Google has completed its assignment. Only 0.14 seconds this time, with only about fourteen million results for me to scour through. All hopefully associated with a place called Not Exactly Hudson— But Near It.

I twist my lips together, frowning in thought as I scroll. There's a little map and a few local websites, but nothing remotely interesting to me. There's a knock at the door, and I swivel around in my chair. "Come in!" I know for a fact it's Dad; it wouldn't even occur to Adam to knock.

He peers around the door, his fingers curled around the wooden frame. There's a cup of hot chocolate in his hand and he's smiling. "Here," he says, passing it to me.

I smile, cupping the mug in my hands, "Thanks, Dad." I sip tentatively at the warm chocolate, licking my lips of excess froth.

He smiles back, his light brown hair messy and out of place. His eyes flicker to the screen and he smirks, "Google's out in force again."

I place the hot chocolate down on the table, ensuring it's on a little mat before swivelling back around and returning to my clicking and searching. "For your information, Google is a very reliable source."

"On contrary," Adam's voice breaks in, as he struts casually into the room like he owns the place. "The internet is open to anonymous and collaborative editing." I groan, resting my head in my hands."Add to the fact there are squillions of different sources," he squints at my laptop screen, "fourteen million to be precise on that search alone." He sighs, like this is such a serious worry for him. "So, really, Google is probably the most unreliable source around," he says matter-of-factly. "Well, theoretically speaking, anyway. Things like this cannot be proven."

I raise an eyebrow, "Thank you, Adam, for your little analysis there. It was highly appreciated." This is one of those moments in life when you forget to tell the other person it's opposite day— on purpose. So technically. . . I think you get the gist.

He smirks, "'Welcome, Sis."

I smile sweetly back at him before returning once again to my search. "Dad has some more information," Adam pipes in.

I don't tear my eyes from the screen, instead, I continue to scroll. . . and scroll. . . and scroll. "Hmm...?" I hum, uninterested, my eyes pinned to the bright screen.

"About the ranch," Adam adds, in a way he thinks to be helpful. I ignore him; as the majority of the time, he thinks wrong.

"What ranch?" I muse, just so they think I'm partially interested.

"Heartland," Dad probes.

"Huh?" I ask. Heartland?

Adam sighs, "It's a horse ranch in Alberta."

I swivel around at the speed of light, which for your information is exactly 186,000 milliseconds. So technically, I'm only metaphorically speaking. "Horse ranch?!" You know which word I emphasise.

Adam rolls his eyes and shoves his hands in his pockets, "That was what I just said."

I ignore his blatant sarcasm and the mass amounts of emphasising going on here, and turn to more important matters. "Why didn't you just say that in the first place!?"

He shrugs, "It didn't come up."

Of course it didn't; nothing ever comes up when it's actually important.

Everything suddenly rushes to my head and a grin appears in flash on my face. "We're going to a horse ranch!" I do a little happy dance in my seat. "A horse ranch!"

After recovering from their shock, Adam and Dad both join in with me. Adam and I high-five, grinning like crazed Cheshire cats.

Now, this could be fun.

Does this meet your expectations? It gets good pretty quickly, so you won't have to wait too long for a certain two to meet.

Reviews? Maybe...?

Next update Wednesday if you do!

~wildatheart~