I nervously gulped as I knocked on my front door. My palms were sweaty and my knees were ready to give in at any moment. My breathing was quite labored and I guess Chaz noticed because he asked me if I was Okay.

"I'm fine, must be getting a cold" I lied, not wanting to worry Chaz. If Chaz gets worried he acts a little bit crazy, you should have seen him opening night or when Wren almost fell down the stairs. He is a mess.

The door opened revealing my brother Thomas smiling as wide as the Hollywood sign. Before I could say anything he engulfed me in a huge bear hug, lifting me off the ground. My arms remained awkwardly beside my side but then something clicked, maybe I was being silly, feeling homesick? I'm not good with people I haven't seen in a while.
I melted into the hug and wrapped my arms around his torso.

"I missed you," he whispered into my ear but loud enough for Chaz to hear. I was like he wanted him to know. Was he acting? I don't think so.

I smiled. But I didn't reply, I wasn't completely safe - I knew that much. But something deep down told me I would be fine, but the other wouldn't be.
I went neutral again when he pulled away from our hug. Hugs were just a way to hide your face, and I wasn't quite ready for him to know how I truly felt.
I bid Chaz goodbye and as I walked in the door, with Chaz reminding me of one hundred different things, my brother slammed the door on the face.
His smile instantly fell as he pressed his back to the door.

"Sorry, but he was really annoying," he told me.

I was shocked, I attempted to open the door again but he stopped me.

"I want to talk to you, I made dinner, you have to tell me everything about the tour so far," he said, galloping towards the oven.

Maybe I really was being silly. I was finally back with my brother. Why was I so scared? I have nothing to worry about...

"Grace?"

"Huh?"

"You're daydreaming, now put your suitcase in the room and come to sit down and eat, you must be starving!"

I did as he had to told me grabbed my suitcase from the hallway and rolled it into my room. I plonked myself down on my bed and lay back and stared at the white ceiling.I was home, but it didn't feel like home. Home felt like being on tour with the toursies. Home was eating breakfast half awake with the toursies. I wanted my toursies.

"Grace how long does it take to put your bag down!" My brother yelled from the other room.

I giggled and got up from my bed. But before I left my room, I took a picture of my parents, from my bag and kissed it before putting it on my nightstand.

I walked out into the kitchen and before me was my brother's world-class lasagna. If there is one thing he can do well, it's lasagna.