She opens her eyes, and looks around the room. Light is pouring in through the curtain-less, windows. She stares at the bedroom full of boxes, mostly untouched. She hears the sound of footsteps making contact with the wood flooring, as they walk down the hallway, towards her. She stares at the doorway, waiting for a figure to appear.
Abbie stops in the doorway, and smiles. Jane lies in an unmade bed with a pillow, and a sheet. She wears a pair of blue pajama pants and a bright orange t-shirt she had forgotten about owning.
Jane looks at the doe-eyed girl in the doorway. Her dark locks rest on her shoulders. Her hair looks as if it hasn't been brushed in a week, or that she wrestled with a bear in her sleep. She wears a grey BPD t-shirt that comes down past her knees.
"What are you doing up, so early?"
"The sun was in my eyes," Abbie explains.
"I guess we should probably unpack all of these boxes, shouldn't we?"
"We've already been here a week."
"I know."
Abbie enters the room, and takes a seat on the bed, next to Jane. She looks at Jane and asks, "Are you going to work today?"
"No."
"What if they call, and..."
"No. I promised that we would get everything unpacked today."
"You promised that last Saturday, too."
"I know."
"I don't have very much stuff to unpack," Abbie reminds her.
"Abbie?"
"Huh?"
"I can get your stuff back, if you would like."
"I want new stuff."
"Are you sure?"
"Uh huh," she nods.
"We should probably get started."
"Should we get dressed first?"
"Let's stay in out pajamas all day."
You don't know where our clothes are, do you?"
"In there," Jane points to a single, open box in the middle of the floor.
"There's more."
"Let's get started."
Several hours later there are curtains on all of the windows, and most of the boxes are unpacked. Finally both of them have managed to get dressed. Jane is putting dishes in the cabinets as Abbie unpacks DVD's, and puts them on the shelf below the TV. Jane's phone begins buzzing on the island, behind where she's standing. Abbie shoots her a look, which she ignores, as she answers her phone.
"Rizzoli," she answers out of habit, "Yes. Ok, when? Now? Yeah, we'll be there." She hangs up the phone, and looks at the dark haired girl, standing in her living room.
"Work?" Abbie questions.
Jane smiles, and shakes her head, "Nope."
"You said that you would be right there."
"Come on, hurry up, we've got to go," she insists grabbing Abbie by the hand, and dragging her towards the hallway.
"Go? Where?"
"To the airport."
"Where are we going?"
"You know what, forget about packing, we'll buy stuff when we get there."
"Where?"
"Ohio."
"Ohio?" Abbie furrows her brow, failing to understand the significance.
"To meet your brother."
"Meet my brother? I don't have a brother," Abbie reminds her.
"August. August is coming."
"Is he coming home with us?"
"I don't know, but we get to meet him."
"I don't want to go," Abbie admits, avoiding eye contact.
"It will be fun. Just you, and me, and we can stay in a hotel, and order room service. And then, we can go to the hospital, and meet your brother."
"No," she shakes her head.
"No?"
"I just want to stay here."
"Abbie, I am going to Ohio."
"I'm not."
"Abbie you have to come with me."
"I want to stay," she whines.
"Stay? Why? Are you afraid of flying?"
"No," she shakes her head.
"What are you afraid of."
"Nothing," she lies.
"Are you afraid that I am..."
"No," she stomps away. She reaches her room, and slams the door.
"Abbie talk to me, please," Jane begs, as she runs her fingers through her hair, in frustration.
"Go away."
"Abbie, I can understand that you don't want to share me. That is ok. I had two brothers, and sometimes, I just wished that I could have some time alone, with my mother, because, let's face it, brothers are annoying."
"No, they're not," she screams from the other side of the door.
Jane opens the door. Abbie takes a seat on the end of her bed. "I'm sorry, I forgot. I know that you loved your brothers. We are not replacing them, if that is what you think."
"It's not."
"Then why don't you want to go?"
"I just want to stay."
"At home?"
"Can I go to Angela's?"
"Abbie, talk to me," Jane begs.
"What if he doesn't get to come home with us? What if we never get to see him again?"
"That's not going to happen," Jane insists.
"It could."
"Abbie."
"Please, just let me stay with Angela."
Jane nods, "Ok."