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I've been buisy . . . . .
Oh. My. God. I know no one is reading this but I want you to know that I have been writing! And you lucky people actually get to see what I've been working on. Well, mostly Lydia cause I know she wanted to see what I was working on and I feel like I need someone to cretiqe it. . .
Kiera awoke from her nap suddenly due to the turbulence of her plane. She hadn’t intended to sleep, she wasn’t even tired so it came as an even bigger shock when she looked at her watch and found she had actually slept for 3 hours. She looked around to confirm her surroundings and try to see if anyone had been watching her, slightly paranoid of her status. Old habit she had developed in California when she had a career, she realized she would have to loose the habit now.
She brushed her red hair back, figuring that even though it was short, it was probably a mess. She rubbed the sleep from her dark green eyes and stretched her jaw, hoping to get the comfort of a yawn but to no avail. She leaned into her chair and arched her back, hoping for the sound of a pop or at least the feeling of her muscles unhinging themselves.
Kiera had hurt her back when she was young, she had fallen off a ladder at 6 years old, trying to hang a light in her parents office. She wasn’t old enough to officially do it by herself but at that age, you always want to prove to your parents that you are capable of more then they think. Unfortunately for Kiera, her parents had been right and she had lost balance on the ladder. It was a good thing her brother hadn’t left to go see his friends or no one would have know she was there. She suffered slight injury but had to go to physical therapy for a few months to make sure there was no real damage and to help the pain. Ever since she had been extra careful when it came to her back, neck and shoulders.
She was in relatively good shape. A good size girl, not Hippopotamus fat and not twig skinny but right in the middle which was considered healthy for a girl of 29. Her breasts where what killed her though, they were big. They were usually the cause of her back aches. She hated listening to younger girls moaning about how small their breasts where and how they wished they could be bigger. There was nothing wonderful about them other then that was what the men would use to make a first impression when meeting them and not their actual personality. That and they killed her back, it was very uncomfortable to sleep on her stomach and she always floated when she went swimming. She was relatively good looking too, with or without makeup. Although right now she was feeling less then Barbara Streisand gorgeous in her jeans, baggy shirt and Pirate bandana that she was quickly putting back in her hair to hide the mess still hopping that no one had noticed her presence.
The flight back home was practically dead, it consisted of herself, three stewardess’s and a few other random people sitting silently, minding their own business’s. She decided she didn’t need first class tickets although now seeing how uncomfortable her seat was, perhaps she should have. She had closed the window next to her, no particular reason other then she wanted her privacy from the world around her. It was the hardest decision in the world to leave California, she had lived there for a little over 10 years, made a career and a life. Yet a part of her knew that she needed to leave that life, not by choice of course. She sighed as she started thinking about her past, it always came back to that somehow. Maybe that was why she had fallen asleep, she was tired of her past. It was ironic really, how the one place she had sworn never to come back to, was now the one place she could go. No matter how far you try to run from your past, it always seemed to come back to you. Or you found that you seemed to go back to it. A small smile appeared on her face as she thought of the irony of it, she would definatly remember it as irony.
The Captain’s voice came on the intercom, the usual Chuck Yager sounding “Ladies and Gentlemen we are now about to land at Bradley Airport. . .”. With it came the lights above Kiera’s head telling her to stop smoking and put on her seatbelt, which to her surprise she found was still on. She sighed again to herself, figures she wouldn’t even take her seat belt off to get comfortable. Her mind wandered away all the time and something even that simple as unbuckeling herself hadn’t even come to mind.
The landing was smooth, at least as smooth as a plane landing from thousands of feet in the air at a high speed could be. Kiera waited until everyone had left the plane before finally unbuckling her seat and standing up. The numbness in her butt was terrible and the tingling in her legs made it even harder for her to balance herself as she opened the over head compartment for her bags. She realized maybe she should have gotten up at least once, if not to go to the bathroom but to just make sure her legs could still circulate. Kiera hated to travel, worse long distances but even worse then that: alone. She slung her bags around her shoulder and walked clumsily toward the exit where three smiling stewardess where waiting to bid her farewell. She smiled and nodded to them as she left politely, still trying to control what little feeling was slowly coming back to her legs.
She walked down the long corridor, alone and with a slowness in her step. The realization that she was back in her home state was finally hitting her and the sound of her heart began to pound in her head rather loudly. But she somehow found the strength to continue forward and could begin to hear the noises of a busy airport just outside.
She paused when she finally exited the hallway and began to look around for a familiar face. She grunted when she didn’t see anyone. Figures the moron would be late or forget. Jerkoff. She thought to herself as she continued onward toward the luggage claim.
Suddenly she heard a loud noise coming from the corner of the terminal and jumped in surprise as she turned to see what it was, obviously thinking the worse. “YO KIERA CASH ” the rugged male voice called. She looked to see a young man in his mid 20's with short black hair spiked up in a stylish manner. His brown eyes glowing with excitement and his genuine smile covering his handsome face with a hint of stubble growing from his cheeks. He walked over to her in a pair of baggy jeans and a tight black t-shirt with the words Johnny Cash written across the chest in a gorgeous cursive lettering. Brett always did have the weirdest, yet coolest shirts.
She smiled and laughed as Brett came toward her and she began dropping the bags from her shoulders for. He also began to laugh as he gave her a huge bear hug and kissed her over dramatically on the cheek. In his excitement he even picked her up off the ground to get a bigger hug our of her
“Hey there Shorty,” he chuckled finally releasing her and getting a good look. She wasn’t that short compared to him but she figured it was a boost in his masculinity so she let it slide. That and she was the younger of the two so it only fair that he use some kind of term to remind her in a suttle way.
“What’s up you bitch?” she chuckled giving him a small punch on the arm. “You scared the crap out of me there.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to get your attention ”he laughed massaging the punched part of his arm. She looked down and noticed for the first time the large piece of construction paper he was holding in his other hand. “I was going to use this but I thought it would bring too much attention” he giggled meniacly, noticing she was looking at her sign and decided to hold it up for her. It was a poorly colored lettering of the words: Kiera Cash in bold letters with little hearts and stars around them.
“Nice, if your 3 years old” Kiera giggled. The name Kiera Cash was a nickname that only Brett used. It was because Kiera loved Johnny Cash and the two of them used to joke that if she had been older and he hadn’t married June Carter then Kiera would have made the best wife for him. Not that she had anything against June, infact she enjoyed her as much as she enjoyed her husband.
“Well, “ he shrugged. “I at least can spell better.”
“Touche.” she said grabbing her bags but Brett was quick enough to grab at least one of the two away from her and the two of them began walking toward the luggage pickup.
“Now now, let me get that. You’ve had a long trip and celebrities shouldn’t have to carry their own bags.’
Kiera lost her smile instantly and grunted, looking away from her brother in almost disgust. “I’m not a celebrity anymore.”
Brett realized the mistake and immediately tried to change the subject. “Sorry, did you sleep on the plane?”
“No, not really “ she lied.
“You hungry? Wanna stop somewhere and grab something to eat?” he said once again sounding genuine in his concern for his little sister.”My treat” he added trying to sugar it up, despite the fact that he forgot that he didn’t have much money on him. Like Kiera, his mind tended to wander and forget the important, yet little things.
“Not really. I just kinda want to get home.” she paused for a minute and began to chuckle to herself.
“What’s so funny?” he turned to her as they waked on the escalator, her a step lower then him.
“Nothing. I just never thought I’d say that again.” she began to remember the thought about irony she had on the plane.
“Tell me about it. “Brett chuckled to himself. The two were quiet the rest of the time on the escalator and down at the luggage pickup. Brett grabbed what luggage she had managed to take with her on the plane and in utter amusment to himself and Kiera, Brett tried to carry it all by himself to his car. It came as no surprise to either of them when he ended up tripping over her largest piece about half way to the car. The gesture was suttle, but it made its point to Kiera: her brother cared. And that was enough for her.
His car was a huge silver Silverado Truck with room for 5 and had its own set of slight dents and mud all over the tires. She stopped just as they reached it and gave Brett a funny look. “Jeez, your truck looks like you” she commented.
“What do you mean?” he said practically throwing her luggage in the back seats.
“It looks like shit.” she said sarcastically finally getting opening the passenger side door and getting in.
Brett laughed and got in himself. “Your free to walk back home you know.”
The drive back to their house was the worse part for Kiera. Seeing all the scenery of home kept making her mind wander back to her childhood. It reminded her of how much she wanted to leave, the day she left and made the promise never to come back. She had kept it too which surprised even Brett. If he wanted to see her, he was the one who would have to make the plane rides to see her. All of which she was more then willing to pay for to see her only family member. The weather outside was gorgeous too, the sun was at its peek and the light was just right across the road.
The first 10 minutes of the trip was quiet between them again. More of an akwardness then before when it was just that Kiera was pissed off. Brett kept looking from the road over to his sister worried and hopping that she would snap out of it. He tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t offend her but he was just so glad to see her that it was difficult to come up with a legitimate conversation.
“So most of your stuff made it to the house,” he finally said, tired of the silence.
“And how much of it have you broken?” she chuckled turning to him.
“None.” He paused for a moment to think about it. “I don’t think. Not yet anyway.”
“That’s comforting.” Kiera sighed. Brett was a bigger clutz then she was.
“Well, I just kinda moved it into your room and haven’t touched it. I didn’t think you would be staying that long.”
“What?” she asked giving him a puzzled look. When she had called and told him that she was moving back she assumed that he understood she was moving back in with him.
“Well, I figured you would be getting a house for yourself or move again once the tabloids calmed down.” Brett said trying quickly to clam down what he could see was going to be another argument. He realized that he had said the dreaded “T” word and that might make things more difficult, especially to calm Kiera down.
Kiera sighed. “No, I thought I made it clear that I was moving back in with you in our parents house and since you live alone it wouldn’t matter.” she said with the utmost seriousness.
“I’m sorry, I guess I misunderstood you then.” he tried to turn his attention back to the road. “I just figured since you liked your privacy you would want to live alone and not with your brother hanging around.”
“Who said I wouldn’t want you around?” Kiera asked, her voice drastically changed from upset to concern. Brett shrugged, a little bit surprised by the question. “Besides, you need someone to take care of you since your girlfriends probably don’t.”
“I prefer to call them “Members of the Opposite Sex with Special Needs” thank you. I love my bachelor life if you must pry. “He practically purred.
“Stud.”Kiera joked.”Or should I call you a Pig?”
“Which ever, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he laughed. “Although it would be nice to have a little bit of a woman’s touch back into the house since I’m a man and being one I’m a complete slob.” he joked yet Kiera thought she sensed a bit of truth in there.
“Its that bad hu?”
“Its seen better days”Brett paused and gave Kiera a comical grin. Kiera groaned and turned back toward her window. She was beginning to notice more and more familiar things as they approached her home town.
“Ah but don’t worry about it now, you have plenty of time now that your home to deal with house work. Right now, lets talk about tonight ” Brett practically jumped out of his chair at the last sentence.
Kiera turned to him, the thought of what he had planned for him was somehow more nerve racking to her then the thought of what the present state of their house was going to look like. “And what am I doing tonight?” she said figuring it was better then giving some dumb excuse that she just wanted to go to bed and sleep when in truth she wasn’t even tired.
“Well, I thought it would be nice if we had a little welcoming home party.” Brett said a tad bit reluctant of her reaction.
“You want to take me to a bar and get drunk don’t you?”
“Pretty much” Brett gave another meniacle smile. They weren’t brother and sister for nothing.
“You know I don’t really like that stuff. Besides I told you not to tell anyone I was coming back.”She began to get upset again.
“I didn’t tell anyone ” he said immediately getting defensive but with a childish guilt in his voice.
“You did too Who did you tell? ?” She said ready to beat the crap out of him despite that one small error and he could have them ram into a pole where it would end it for both of them.
“Just one or two old friends of ours”Brett again said reluctantly.
Kiera groaned and put her hand up to her face. She took her fingers and began mesaging the spot on her nose between her eyebrows feeling one of her bad headaches coming on. The thought of seeing anyone was something she just wasn’t ready to face yet let alone people that she knew. That was going to be the hardest part about coming back, people. What would they say about her? Worse, what would they say TO her? How were they going to react with her back and living amoung them. She was ready for the people that would worship the ground she walked on, she had getten used to them once again in California. But this wasn’t California, this was Connecticut and they were a bit less leniante about Kiera’s lifestyle and past.
“It’ll be fine. Remember, alcohol makes everything O.K. again.” He said trying to calm here down.
“Unless your Courtney Love” Kiera groaned sarcastically.
“And look what its done to her career” Brett laughed. Kiera hesitantly joined in. She turned back to the window and the world she could see beyond it.
As the two of them drove on they talked about the changes in the town. How when they were young there was this store and the memories with it but it was gone now and replaced with some big retail store that no one wanted but it still got built there anyway. It was kinda sad not knowing what had happend to her town all these years, more not bothering to ask. Brett was a good story teller and gave her all the vital information on the town’s history in the past 10 years that she had been gone. When they finally pulled into the driveway of their house, Kiera felt like she had enough information that she had actually been there to witness it and hadn’t even left. The real feeling of De ja Vu was when Brett pulled into the driveway and seeing how the house hadn’t changed at all since she left.
She pause in amazement of the house she had been born in for what seemed like forever. She could practically see smaller versions of herself and Brett playing in the front yard, her mom in the kitchen with the window open to watch them while she cooked dinner for the night. Kiera even thought she could smell the turkey coming from the kitchen for a brief moment. She saw her dad coming from the garage after fixing with something for the office and begin chasing Kiera and Brett around the house pretending to be some evil Tickle Monster. I’m really here. I’m really home.
“Hey, you coming or not?” Brett screamed slamming the back door of his truck trying to lug her luggage out toward the house. She jumped in surprise and realized she had been swimming in a memory without her life jacket on and ended up drowning in it. She grabbed what bags were left over and hurried after Brett. She noticed the spare car in the driveway and tried to make a connection as to who’s it could be. When she failed, not to her surprise since she hadn’t really tried, she turned to Brett who was fumbling with his keys without dropping her luggage again.
“Who’s car? One of your Friends with Benifits?’ she joked.
“Nah, a buddy of mine at work is letting me loan it for, “ he paused as he finally found the key he was looking for and gave a cheer. “And I didn’t even have to give him a blow job or anything ”
“Why? What do you need it for?” she asked really curious now ignoring the joke.. Brett wasn’t into tinkering with cars so he couldn’t be fixing it up.
“Its for you really. So if you want to go out you can without having to borrow my truck” he jumbled the door, the keys and the luggage comically as he answered. “At least until you get your own car.”
“Thanks” she said surprised. She hadn’t even thought about transportation, she was more concerned about just getting in the house at this point.
“Don’t thank me just yet” Brett turned to her nervous again as he entered the house with Kiera following behind him.
As she walked in, she had to adjust her eyes as it was now much darker inside then out. Not only that but the house had a moldy smell coming from it that Kiera found almost made her gag. There was trash, silverware and junk everywhere. Not a space could be found that gave of even a hint that this was a place a person could actually live in. She had to practically jump over what she thought might have been furniture to get by. It reminded her of those cartoon kids who had those ridiculously dirty rooms that sooner or later their parents would make them clean and the rest of the episode delt with them cleaning it and learning a valuable lesson in cleanliness. However, judging by the state of the house, she guessed that Brett had missed that episode.
They trudged down the hall and into a familiar part of the house that used to be her room. Brett opened the door and stood aside, letting Kiera go first. She was reluctant to go in for fear of what was awaiting her. “Ladies first” Brett nudged.
“Then why aren’t you going?” Kiera asked with sarcasm.
Brett grunted but refused to move. She groaned and walked into the room to her utter shock was not what she expected. The room was relatively clean, minus the boxes that had been moved in which was probably a safe move on Brett’s part. The original furniture that she had left was still there minus her bed which had been replaced with a futon couch bed now covered with what was probably the cleanest sheets in the house.
“Wow Brett, I’m impressed you managed to keep at least one room clean” she said as she entered the room studying every detail of it. The feeling of Dejavu hit her again as she examined the small girlish trinkets laying around on her dressers. All the days and nights she had spent locked up in here playing with them, dreaming away the future and taking it out on her toys.
“Well, I try. “Brett said bashfully as he followed her in and placed her bags in the corner. He looked up and watched his sister examine the room with curiosity. She sat down on the futon and tested its comfort before laying on it completely. “The rest of the boxes will probably be here tomorrow and or arrive the rest of the week.” Brett finished as he sat next to her in what little space she had left at the edge.
“I don’t think there are many left,”she said counting the boxes in the room.
“Good, I don’t want the house filled with a lot of Girly crap. It ruins my manly image.” Brett joked as he lay down on top of Kiera comically. Kiera laughed and punched him back up, sitting up herself and leaning her head on his shoulder.
There was a pause between them before Brett finally broke the silence and turned his head slightly toward her. “So, are you glad to be home?’ he asked honestly.
Kiera thought about it for a minute and looked at him. “I don’t know, I’ve only been here what? 3 hours?” she looked at her wrist watch.
“Well, lets see if we can’t change that, “Brett got up slapping her playfully on her knee. “We’re going out so get yourself dolled up ”
Kiera sighed, the thought of going out still wasn’t too appealing to her after the first time the subject was brought to her. “Oh come on Brett, I really don’t,”
She was cut short by Brett’s finger pushing itself against her lips to stop her from continuing. Her eyebrows widened and she gave Brett a surprised look. “I don’t care what you want, I’m going to give you what you need and you need to get your ass out of this mopey state and get piss ass drunk ”
He took his finger off her lips and began walking out the room. Before Kiera could comment back, Brett closed the door and without even looking at Kiera screamed, “We’re leaving in an hour an a half so you better be ready ” And with that, she heard him walk down that hall into his own room.
Kiera sighed and looked around her now lonely room. She could feel that she had a lot of work to do when it came to rebuilding not only this house, but her life. As she was thinking this she noticed the box by her feet that didn’t help the situation. She picked up the box and began ripping the wrapping tape off it with a slow yet furious pace. When she had finally pulled the tape off enough to open the box she paused for a moment and took a deep breath. She opened it and began scrounging inside at all the articles and pictures inside of herself and her life in California.
Kiera had moved to California 10 years ago to make it big. Make it big doing anything. Writing, acting, singing, all of the above. She eventually got herself a manager and after a few commercials had landed it big as the “best friend” in a teenage coming of age movie. The movie did O.K. at the box office but Kiera had stolen the spotlight. Afterwards it was easy for her to do anything that she wanted. Her face was on magazine covers everywhere and she had saved everyone of them. Including all the ones about who she was dating which most although most of them were false, she found them terribly amusing, although now that she was reading them she was finding them less humorous. She was able to try her hand in all the entertainment feilds and to many’s surprise had done a very decent job in them. She had written and directed her own movie, she had written an music album and sang in it and the album had done pretty well in its sales. She had even dabbled briefly in photagraphy and some art and although it was well done, wasn’t that popular only cause she had asked that it wasn’t publicized too much. The last 10 years had been very benificial to her and had been a dream come true for her in every way.
Last month however was when it finally ended. She had been dating this actor for 4 months, a real up and comer teen idol. There had been rumurs since the relationship had started about him only dating her for her fame and that she was really a closet Lesbian and she was dating him to hide that. Truth was, all of which were true. She openly came out saying that she was Bi-sexual and the press didn’t care but her boyfriend at the time was less then happy. Kiera had wanted to continue the relationship saying that she had cared about him but he didn’t buy it and went off to have an affair with her manager. To make the scandal worse, she had caught them in the act not but a month after he had propsed to her for more publicity. In an attempt to save his image, he came to her house, drunk, to apologize. It ended up with Kiera going to the hospital with bruises and a broken wrist and him going to jail for abuse .
The scandal ended up making her ex-fiancé look like a jerk and has yet to get another movie role. Kiera on the other hand simply went into a mental spiral downward despite all the support from fans and what was left of her friends after finding out that all of them had known about her ex-fiance’s true intentions and had somehow neglected to tell her. Despite the encouraging words and the support she found that there was no life left for her in California. She felt she had done everything she could career wise and needed a change. That change was coming home. What she was going to do here, she didn’t know but somehow she felt this was the place to start over.
She sighed to herself before finally putting the box down and throwing the papers back inside rather uncaringly. She realized the room had gotten darker and looked at her watch. She had been staring at her old memories for 45 minutes without even realizing it. She looked around for a box that had clothing in it and another one that had all of her toiletries in it and began ripping them open trying to find something to wear. She found it kind of funny that even though she didn’t want to go, she cared an offal lot about how she looked. Another bad habit from being a celebrity, always looking good when you go out, even if its to buy groceries. She finally pulled out a nice shirt, a decent pair of jeans and the rest of her toiletries and within a few minutes was ready to go. I guess its not so bad, I got ready faster then I thought. I’ll need that with Brett, fucker is late for everything.
It was true in this case. Brett didn’t knock on her door again until half an hour after he said he was going to come by and get her. When he knocked on the door he looked tired and rushed. He had apparently taken a nap and forgotten the time. Were as Kiera had gotten ready and then taken a nap so that she could be ready when he finally came to the door. Kiera chuckled as they walked out the house and got into the truck.
“So where exactly are we going?” Kiera asked skeptical as they drove onto the intersection.
“Oh just a little place called The Stonewells.” Brett smiled. He turned over expecting to see the same smile on her face but instead got one of her famous disapproving glares.
“Why are we going there of all the places to go?”
“Because, “ Brett paused to think of a legitimate reason. “Of all the memories,” he said skeptically.
“Let me out.” Kiera responded.
“Were in the middle of the highway you can’t get out.”
“Then I’ll jump out.”Kiera said beginning to reach for the door.
“Oh come one, its not going to be that bad, I promise ” Brett said trying to sound convincing even to himself.
Kiera sighed and sat back down in her seat. This is going to be interesting. She watched what was left of the sunsets rainbow colors fade off into the distance as Brett drove. Before she realized it, they were pulling into the parking lot of a quaint little restaurant and bar. The restaurant had become quite famous after Kiera had left because in her younger days she frequently went there on Saturday nights when they had Karaoke nights. Later on, she and some friends had created a band and the manager, being a fan of Kiera’s, had let them play a few times. The band did O.K. but Kiera felt that it wasn’t really her thing.
There were a lot more cars at the Restaurant then Kiera thought there was going to be and her heart began to pound faster as her nerves set in. When Brett had said he told a few people she was coming back, did he mean the whole town? Either way she was looking forward to this less and less as she sat in the car not wanting to get out. She looked over at Brett who was surprisingly still there, waiting for her to make the first move out of the car.
Truth is, I think I'm going to rename the main character. I'm not good with names and I couldn't think of one for her at the time and I think that King Arthur was on which was the only reason that the main character got that name. There will be a character later on though that I'm probably going to base off the real Kiera.
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