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"Dave!" I yell, tempted to try and use Jean's head to bash the door open. "Open up!"

Yes, I'm that much in a bad mood.

I can see my brother standing on the other side of the mostly transparent door. I would bet anything that he's smirking.

"Dave, open up! Jean's not in a good condition!" I exclaim trying to hold up a falling unconscious Jean. Annoying. Useless. Stupid. Annoying.

"Not my problem," Dave calls back.

I have to remind myself not to kill him because society, for some reason, doesn't think that killing people is a good idea, even if they annoy you to death.

"She's going to throw up at the door," I warn - well, lie, but still. "Open up now."

"Nope."

I glare through the door, hoping he can see my glare through it. I can't believe he's still as annoying as before after three years of seeing him. Brothers.

I resort to using the spare key that's usually under the second stair, accessible by a small and barely noticeable hole. Jean's passed out so I try to get her to lean on the rail which works well until she ends up collapsing on the spot.

I sigh and go to get the key but the problem is, it's not there. Shi - eesh kebabs. i remind myself not to swear, even though I fail most of the time. Dave...

Storming back up the stairs, I push on the door until I'm certain it's about to break. I don't even know why I'm getting so damn worked up over this, but it's getting on my nerves now.

I hear a click and am startled, and end up pushing the door again, as if I knew it was open - which it was. Dave wasn't there - I can't believe he had the nerve to decide to ditch me after taking the spare key and locking me outside with a drunk and passed out Jean.

That was only a tiny bit of my thoughts. The thing that was taking up most of my thoughts was the fact the door opened. I doubt Dave had opened it - he enjoys leaving me outside sometimes, just for the heck of it (last time it happened I was 14, but thank god mum had grounded him for ages afterwards). I didn't think he'd do it again - just goes to show that my brother would never in a billion years grow up.

As tempting as it is to leave Jean outside and see how she'll like it when she wakes up outside in the freezing cold, I'm not that much of a bad friend. I pretty much drag her inside - how the hell has she not waken up yet? - and switch on the front lights. Where the hell has everyone gone? How did neither mum nor dad hear me yelling at Dave?

Exasperated, I get Jean into the lounge and manage to get her on the couch. It's freezing and my light jacket isn't helping much. I turn the lights and heater on before flopping myself down on the other couch and reac to the table next to me for the remote. I frown when the remote isn't there and look at the spot. The remote's always there. It's its allocated spot and we always put it there.

I reluctantly get up and search the room for the remote. I don't end up finding it but do get the attention of my mum with my swearing and curses as I trip over wires and shoes and bang into tables. It's infuriating that because I'm not clumsy, but nothings in the right place. There was always a larger gap between the tables and the couch, wires were always tucked away and shoes were either on your feet, in the bedrooms or at the front door.

"Lexia?" Mum looks tired as if she just woke up, but her expression's startled as she comes down the stairs. "What are you doing? You were coming back tomorrow, weren't you?"

"What? I was going to but then there were no flights so I told Dave to tell you - " I pause. Shit. Dave. Oh, he did not just...

"I'm going to kill him. I am so going to kill that fu - erm, freaking annoying, useless, stupid, annoying, good for nothing - " Yeah, I'm repeating myself, but I don't care. I can't believe he would do that! He didn't tell our parents that I was coming back then locked me out of the house! I made up my mind to somehow get revenge on him later (but chances are I'll end up forgetting).

My mum smiled tiredly, before saying, "Let me guess, Jean's gotten drunk?"

We exchanged a smile; mum and I had a pretty tight relationship. I could tell her all about boys, what was going on at school (apart from really serious stuff) and everything about friends - she loved hearing gossip that I managed to pick up from Jean and some other friends.

Unfortunately, there was stuff that we got into arguments about like me concentrating on my studies (okay, maybe I slacked off a bit, but not that much... I think) as well as not getting involved in ultra serious stuff going on at school.

"Yeah, she'll be okay tomorrow. Er, could you get me something to eat...?"

Mum chuckles and says, "Give me a few minutes. Any idea where Dave went?"

"I'll check his room," I reply. Mum gives me a look saying, don't kill him, and I smile back wryly. "I'll try my best not to."

I climb up the stairs and walk down the small hallway. I'm tempted to go into my old room first, but go into Dave's room instead.

It's a total mess and I wrinkle my nose. His books are all over his room, some on his desk, some on the floor and some under his bed. His clothes are everywhere too and I can see at least 5 cups of coffee on his desk.

I don't understand how he can stand having his room like that. I mean, my room isn't completely neat, but at least it's not this messy. Dave hasn't even been here for long - he was supposed to get home three days before me, but I think he had to get another flight because his got cancelled for some reason.

On the bed is a figure and before praying it's not some girl that he's brought home - he usually only did that when our parents were out, but I don't know about now. I shove him so he hits the wall, and he opens an eye and pretends to have just woken up.

"What was that for?" I growl.

"What was what for?" he complains, "I didn't do anything."

"No? How about forget to tell mum and dad I'd be coming home a day early and locking me outside!" I punch his shoulder but he just grins at me.

"How did you get in anyway?"

"Ha! You did lock me out!"

Dave smirks at my expression. "Well, I had to do it for old times sake. And you yelling was hilarious."

I scowl. "You're are the most annoying, the most insufferable, the most - "

Dave stops me from continuing by saying, "Now, now, I know you love me but you don't have to flatter me like that Lexi. I know I'm brilliant and all but - "

"You're useless."

I leave his room, knowing we'll end up arguing - well, I'll end up yelling at him and he'll just smirk - and not wanting one at this time at night.

"Love you too," I hear him call.

"Clean you room!"

It's funny how quickly my mood can change with two sentences. I bound down the stairs in a better mood than before and into the kitchen.

"When will it be done?" I question, even though I have no idea what she's making. Mum gives me a mock exasperated look.

"Dave's a bad influence on you. I swear you two eat enough to feed ten people," she says. I chuckle.

"So when will it be done?"

"Give it a few minutes."

I roll my eyes impatiently, waiting for the food - whatever it is - to be done. I'm starving, so I decide to take my mind off my empty stomach.

"Dad still sleeping?"

"You know how he sleeps; he could sleep through a war."

We share a smile before returning to a silence. I decide to break it - because I despise silences unless I need them to think - by saying that I'll go to check on Jean to see if she's woken up. I don't think she will, but otherwise I'll just stay in the kitchen whining about how hungry I am and irritate mum.

Of course, Jean's not awake, but I notice her phone slipping out of her pocket. I take it out and am about to put it down when I accidentally hit a button. A message comes on from a number that looks familiar.

I take out my own phone to compare the numbers. They're the same. I clench my jaw and drop Jean's phone onto the table before placing mine next to it.

I'm more than irritated, an try to ignore it by distracting myself with the pasta my mum brings in.

"You made this in ten minutes?" I ask, quickly scoffing down the food so fast I almost choke, throwing manners out the window, causing my mum to look at me scandalized. I could care less though. I was starving.

"I was going to make something fresh, but then I remembered we'd had pasta last night and heated up." Of course. I shake my head, unsurprised. I can see where I got my ability to slack off from.

In a matter of minutes, I'm done and satisfied. I realise I've completely forgotten about the number when I spot the phones on the table. I scowl for a second before realising mum's in the room and rearrange my expression. Thank god she doesn't notice.

I yawn and notice Mum's expression. "I think I'm going to go to bed. I'm exhausted."

She nods approvingly. "Off you go. We'll just leave Jean where she is. She'll be fine. Hungover, but fine."

Nodding, I kiss her on the cheek before running up the stairs and into my room. It's exactly as I left it but cleaner. Kind of.

I throw myself on to my bed which is so warm and comfortable I feel that I'll never bother to get up again. A yawn escapes my lips again and I close my eyes hoping to drift off to sleep immediately. No such luck.

My mind churns over the fact that Apollo gave his number to Jean. It shouldn't irritate me as much as it does because he did say it was just if I needed help, but it does, even though it's completely ridiculous.

I think I've been hanging around Jean too much because it feels like I'm turning into one of those girls who insist there's such thing as love on first sight - please, of course you can't fall in love on first sight. Well, you can, but chances are it's not going to be with the right person.

I decide to close my eyes and pray that sleep will just come to me if I try and clear my mind, which never really works. In the end though, I manage to drift off into a sleep. Unfortunately though, I slip into a dreamland which is too familiar to me. It's a place where the dreams don't make sense at all, and in no way relate to me. I never see familiar faces, just ones of people I don't know.

However, they always contain a recurring aspect that I tend to forget until I'm in dreamland again. I guess my parents drilled Greek myths a tad too much in my head when I was little.

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