Lizzie finds Matt.

The next morning Lizzie and her dad stop by a mobile phone storefront, and he adds her to his cell phone plan. Nothing special at all, but they need to be able to reach each other.

They save each others number and Lizzie laughs, her dad is the only contact she has in her phone. He then gives her a number and an address for her brother Matt, as she is going looking for him.

Her father also gives Lizzie an envelope with a few hundred in cash in it, and a debit card. She tries to decline but he won’t hear of it.

“Liz we have plenty of money, I mean don’t go crazy, but get a hotel room when you get there if you need, you can pay for some things,” he says warmly. “But be careful, and hurry back, ok? This has been one of the best months I have had in a lot of years. Love you kid…”

“I will dad,” she says with a smile. “This has been great for me, I love you so much!”

She gives her dad a warm hug and a peck on the lips, and walks away to board the bus to Sacramento.

Her dad smiles lovingly, then as he watches her walk away the camera shows Lizzie’s well built ass shake, but he just shakes his head in approval and moves on.

As you show her ride on the bus while looking at the address in front of her, wondering what Matt will be like, hopefully he will be having a better time of it than her parents are, or than she is.

That evening the bus pulls into Sacramento and she calls the number for her brother and doesn’t get through, she goes straight to voicemail. She texts him next, hoping she has the right number, as it is different than what she had for him in her old phone.

“Matt this is Liz, I’m in town, give me a call!!”

She has dinner not far from the bus stop while she waits, but doesn’t hear back, so she takes a taxi to the address she has, which is in what looks like a bit of a low rent district.

Bars on the windows, unkept yards, cars that look like they should be sold for salvage, lots of no trespassing signs, it isn’t welcoming at all. She gets to the address and it is not a nice house. It looks like maybe a two bedroom, older and not in good repair.

She knocks, and a young man she doesn’t know answers. He has a sour look on his face, but he isn’t threatening.

“I am looking for Matt, Matt McGuire, does he live here?” She asks meekly.

“What do you want?” The young man asks, “you some sort of debt collector? I mean you took the car for fucks sake…”

Lizzie stops him, “no…I’m Matt’s sister, Lizzie, I texted a number our dad had for him, but he didn’t answer.”

The young man stares at Lizzie hard, then turns back into the house, “Matty!” He yells loudly, startling Lizzie. “Some chick is here to see you!”

With that he walks away from the open door, not inviting her in. Lizzie peers in and sees an absolute mess, and a very dark house. And then she sees her brother Matt, looking older, and looking a bit out of sorts.

He is chubbier than he was before, he is losing his hair at 25, and sadly he isn’t that much taller than Lizzie, maybe at 5’6” or so.

“Liz…hey, been a while,” he says, his eyes struggling with even the fading sunlight. His words are slurred, he appears to either be drunk or high. “What are you doing here?”

Matt looks like he might have been sleeping, and isn’t very friendly. He sees his sister is a bit offender and continues, “Liz don’t get me wrong, it’s good to see you and all, but you should have called.”

“I did call Matthew, and I texted,” she replies, a bit flustered. “Why didn’t you tell me you moved? That you changed your number?”

“Shit happens Liz, why didn’t you come home for seven years? Too fucking big time for us? Living the high life in New York?” He sneers at Liz, “you being back like this, it all fell apart didn’t it? At least you got fake tits, you could fall back on porn…I heard you loved to suck cock back in high school…”

At that Lizzie slaps her brother, who laughs at her. The other guy she saw in the house walks by them both and kisses Matt on the cheek in a romantic way, “I’m off to work Mattie, you working tonight?”

Matt nods yes, and Lizzie just looks at her brother, wide eyed.

“Yeah I’m gay, so what Liz? So were you in high school,” he says angrily. “Everyone knew you fooled around with your girlfriends at those sleepovers, there is even a video of it online somewhere.”

Lizzie doesn’t know what to say, she hadn’t expected the anger, “I don’t care about that Matt, I’m just surprised, mom said you moved her with a model, that you tried to be an actor?”

“You already met the model Liz, that’s Carlos,” Matt says gruffly. “And if you don’t mind, I have work to get to, so…good to see you, have a nice trip back to LA…and fucking lose my phone number, ok?”

The door then slams in Lizzie’s face, and she turns and sits on the steps leading to his little house, and you show her call a taxi as her animated avatar shows back up again. Dragging luggage and looking sad.

“So my fiancé is bisexual, my mom is a swinger, my brother is gay and my dad is impotent, if we don’t have a family built for reality TV who does?”

You then show her in a bus headed back to LA, on the phone with her dad, and you only give her half of the conversation.

“Yeah I’m coming back, no reason to stay,” she says in a quiet tone. “Matt wasn’t very happy to see me, it didn’t go well at all.”

“Yeah I met the guy,” she says softly. “He wasn’t very nice to me either…seven hours or so. You don’t have to pick me up, I will get to the pier in the morning.”

“No dad, you don’t have to pick me up, the bus station isn’t close and it will be too early…” she says, seeming to be losing the argument. “Dad I don’t want to be a bother…ok, I will text you when I get in, looks like about six AM…”