A Better Day

"Annabelle Marie Cadiz! We're going to miss out flight because of you! What were you thinking! We've been driving around for an hour going through those stupid drive thru's! Tom I told you, you should have taken over after the fifth fast food restaurant!" Bill screeched in my ear from his seat in the back. I cringed at the the sound of his voice, leaning forward and backing away from him. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him as I drove my car across the landing strip. He could be so damn dramatic.

"Bill. Shut up! We aren't going to be late you have your own plane for Christ's sake!' I yelled at him, turning around with nostrils flaring I glared him down. I was so sick of his bitching. At first it was pretty damn hilarious. But after about fifteen minutes it wasn't so much amusing as it was annoying as hell. Bill crossed his arms across his chest, pouting as he slammed himself back against his seat.

"Annabelle keep your eyes on the road! Are you crazy?" And there was Tom being a nagging father. Hell, my dad wasn't even as annoying as Tom when it came to my driving. The whole car ride I could hear Tom in my ear, Keep your eyes on the road! Two hands on the wheel Annabelle! Slow down!. I turned my attention quickly to the road and rolled my eyes. Nothing was anywhere near me. The closest thing I could crash into being their private plane parked about three hundred yards away.I swear I was going to kill someone.

"Shut up Tom! There's nothing to crash into!" I yelled impatiently. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair. I was seriously pissed. I was not going to stand for all this negative attitude. Both of them needed to chill the fuck out. Pronto.

"If you haven't noticed there's a big hunk of metal less than three hundred yards away from us!" Tom yelled in my ear. Nostrils flared, he looked down at me with contempt. That was it. I was so over this they had no idea. I let out a loud frustrated groan. and with that I killed the engine. Both Tom and Bill looking at me with a lost expression I rolled my eyes. Now they didn't have anything to say. I shook my head, and opened my door.

The cold air whipped at my face as I stepped out of the car. I regretted not changing out of my barely there shorts and loose t shirt that did a bad job of covering my stomach. It was cold. But even then I didn't care. I'd much rather face the cold than listen to the two of them bitching back and forth. I hated that crap. I mean seriously, they were twenty one for Christ's sake. I could hear Tom yelling at me through the closed car door but I didn't care.

"Anna what the hell are you doing?" Tom slammed the door shut as he crossed his arms and looked at me with an angry look.Rolling my eyes I opened the back door and without uttering a word to Bill I grabbed my duffel bag and purse off of the floor.

"Anna what the hell! What are you wearing! You look like a whore! Those shorts are way too short! And what's up with that shirt! It barely covers your stomach pull it down! For Christ's sake do you want Tom trying to get his man parts in your lady business!" Bill preached the second he could open his mouth. Mine flew open and I looked at him incredulously. Bill looked at me with raised eyebrows and before I said something to bruise his pretty ego slammed the door shut shut. Turning my back on a livid Tom I started walking to the plane. I heard another door slam.

"Anna get in the car, it's cold outside. You're going to get cold" Tom reasoned trailing me slowly towards the plane. A breeze flew by and I felt the goosebumps erupt across my skin. And even though I knew he had a point. I crossed my arms in defiance and quickened my pace. "Anna stop being such a dumb ass and get in the fucking car!"

"Suck my cock Tom! Fuck off! I'm not doing shit!" I yelled angrily whipping my head around violently to glare him down. Tom's face fell as I turned back around, and within a few seconds he drove past me and parked the car in front of the plane a few yards away.

Tom and Bill were walking up the stairs and making their way into the plane by the time I got there. All I wanted to do at that point was get into the plane and warm up. Because truth of the matter was, I was freezing. I slowly made my way up the stairs and soon came face to face with the twins. Bill looked at me. Crossing his arms as I bit back on my lip he looked me in the eyes for a split second before turning his back to me and walking into the plane without casting me a second glance or uttering a single word. That was harsh.

Crossing my arms I leaned against the railing as Tom stood there looking down at me. His gaze caught mine and that's where it stayed as he looked at me with an expression that I couldn't read. His eyes never wavered as the both of us stood there for a countess amount of time. I ran a nervous hand through my hair growing uncomfortable at his gaze. And let out an annoyed sigh.

"Tom if you have something to say. Say it god damn it because I'm fucking cold. I have the damn goosebumps to prove it" I told him with an annoyed look. The truth of the matter was I was tired and moody and hungry and I just wanted to get in that plane and relax. And their bitching the whole way over here was totally messing with my mood. Tom let out a sigh.

"We brought your food that we spent an hour getting inside. Don't sit next to Bill because he's in a really pissy mood because of you. And take this." He said unemotionally as he threw his flannel at me. I caught it in my hands. He reached into his pocket quickly and pulled out an envelope handing it over to me silently. "Bill likes to keep the temperature in the plane cool so his make up doesn't smear and your mom wanted me to give that to you"

I took both in my hands and walked into the plane without uttering a word to him. Bill was sitting in a corner. Laying down his desolate figure was unmoving as he mediated with a pair of cucumbers placed over his eyes. I couldn't help but roll mine. He was such a diva. To my dismay I couldn't help it, and mentally scolded myself as I fought back a smile that was creeping across my face. Shaking myself out of it. I sat down on a couch across the way pulling Tom's flannel on quickly and plopped myself on the cushion. Reaching down I rummaged through my purse until I found my iPod and pulled the buds into my ear. A few seconds later tom walked in, and to my utter dismay decided to sit right next to me. I turned my back to him. I could feel him beside me. The couch wasn't exactly big and Tom spread his legs open as he relaxed into his seat.

The plane began it's way down the runway and I closed my eyes. I hated take off. It was the worst. Ever since I was a little girl I freaked out until I knew we were safely in the air. Closing my eyes was a bad mood and I felt the anxiety pulsate through me, so strong that I had to open my eyes again. And then I couldn't help but smile as I saw my corn rowed best friend holding his hand out to me. Letting out a sigh I mustered up the courage to look up at him. Tom's warm brown eyes looked down at me reassuringly as he nodded his head and that was all I needed before placing my hand in his. Lacing his fingers through mine, Tom gave my hand a reassuring squeeze just as the plane took off. His thumb tracing patterns across my skin was a soothing anchor that tied me down and reminded me that everything was fine.

After a few seconds we were safely in the air and I let go of his hand quickly. I was still pissed at him and his brother. Holding my hand when I needed him to wasn't going to make me forget that. And okay, maybe being mad at him for his incessant nagging was stupid. But I didn't care.

Running a hand through my hair I opened the envelope that Tom had given me before take off and smiled.


Annabelle Marie Cadiz,
We've finally found a way to get you out of our hair. But I have a feeling that you'll be perfectly fine with it. We hope you aren't pissed beyond belief at us for making you go with Tom and Bill. although we have the feeling that you're going to love it with those two boys. You three were inseparable when you were young.

This might not make sense to you. It's all happening so fast. But we wanted it to be a surprise. They had called us almost a month ago and asked if it would be okay for you to take on this job. We knew that you would say yes anyways. And even if you didn't we'd force you to go. But that's not the point.

The point is that we want you to start living your life. You're a youngin' but we all know that you're an old haggard at heart. You act like your twenty one and not sixteen. Sometimes it's so amazing to see how independent you are. You can take care of yourself. We know that.

But with that being said. We still feel responsible for your crazy butt so we're going to continue giving you your allowance even though you'll be working. After all, we are your parents and what better are we for than giving you money? 20,00 Euros a week sounds good to us. So with that being said. We'll be putting the money into your account every Friday.

Have fun in Germany. Have fun with those two. And their band mates, we have a feeling that you are going to shine. We are so proud of you. Just know that we wouldn't be sending you off with them if we didn't believe in you. Some may say it's bad parenting. But then again, they don't know you. And we all know you're anything but a conventional teen.

So now here comes the good stuff. We knew you'd get a hold of fake id's anyway so we thought we'd save you the trouble. American and German. Who knows which ones you'll need. God know we don't. Just remember not to get too crazy. And most of all. If anyone asks. Your parents DID NOT provide you with your fake id's. Get it? Got it? Good!

We love you Annabelle,
Mom and Dad

P.S.
We know you three are probably fighting by the time your eyes scan across these lasts words. Stop being a bunch of stubborn kids and get over it. Especially you Tom. You can stop reading over Anna's shoulder now. We love you guys.

I looked up and just to my parents predictions Tom was hovering over me reading my letter. I rolled my eyes.

"Stop being such a nosey ass Tom!' I yelled at him. Earning an eye roll in my direction I crossed my arms and glared him down before turning my back to him. My parents were right when it came to knowing that we would be fighting by now. But no way in hell were they right about stopping. They were out of their alcoholic mind if they thought I was getting over it that quickly.