"I don't hate her." Grant said, narrowing his eyes at Taylor.
"Oh, come on. It's like you don't even care that she was sick." Taylor said, moving the microphone stand a few feet to her left. She hardly looked at him when she spoke.
"That's not true." He said, rolling his eyes. Of course he didn't care. Why would he?
Taylor glared at him.
Grant sighed. "Why does it even matter if I like her or not?"
"She's my sister. I at least expect you to be nice to her."
"I've tried. It's not my fault that she jumped to conclusions first."
I gritted my teeth. He was the one that made me mad. He was a total jerk to me and he made me hate him from the start. I wasn't entirely to blame.
"I don't care what she did. You should still at least try to be nice." She said, her back turned to Grant.
"I doubt that'll happen." He mumbled.
Taylor stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him. More like glare daggers at him. "If you have a problem with my sister, I have a problem with you. Either suck it up or get out."
"Right now, I think I like her a little better than I like you." He said, heading up the steps. He didn't notice me until he was two steps away from me. He mumbled, 'Bitch' before shoving past me.
Taylor groaned and sat down on the couch. She looked like a wreck. She ran her hands over her face and through her hair, messing it up even more than it already was to begin with.
I walked down the steps slowly, hoping Taylor didn't think I was listening in the entire time. I stopped where I was, leaving a big gap between us. "You kicked Grant out?"
Taylor looked up at me and shrugged. "I had to." She looked exhausted, maybe from a lack of sleep.
"And it's all my fault, huh?" It felt like it. And the way she was feeling? It probably was, in her eyes.
Taylor let her chin rest on the top of her knees. "I was going to fire him anyway. He was getting too damn stingy."
I sat down on the couch across from her and pulled my legs under me. "What happens now?"
Taylor sighed. "I don't know. I was thinking of just quitting the band altogether."
Quitting? No, my sister never quit. None of us did. We stuck it out because it was in our blood. It was what our family did.
I gasped. "Quit the band? Taylor... why would you ever think about that? The band is your life. You can't just end things now."
"I just don't feel like keeping up with it anymore. It's too much of a hassle." She said.
"But you have your manager. Isn't she taking care of things?" I didn't want her to quit this. I didn't want her to just give up. She'd be losing a lot if she did.
"She tries but I don't think she likes the idea of the band." Taylor looked genuinely upset. Like she might even cry. She must have given a lot of thought to this.
"Don't quit because of her." I said, waiting for her to look up at me.
When she did, it was for a second. She got to her feet and came to my side. She hugged me. A minute had passed without a word being said.
"Maybe someday you'll understand." She whispered.
"Promise me you'll come back." I said to Isac.
He kissed the top of my head. "Why would I ever stay away?"
I shrugged in his arms. "We've only been dating for a little while now but I feel like we don't really know each other."
"Well..." He said, tilting my face up. "I like you. And I'm pretty sure you like me too." He pressed his lips to mine.
"Just a little." I said, pushing myself up on my elbows.
He ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm really glad I got to audition... even though Taylor totally humiliated me."
"She didn't do it to embarrass you. She just hates when people think she's me."
"I seriously couldn't tell you two apart." I remembered that. Taylor made a fool out of him. And even though it was funny, I felt bad for him.
"If it helps, Taylor has a birthmark on her collarbone." I said, kissing him.
"Birthmark?" He asked, raising his eyebrows. I knew what he was thinking. It's what every teenager would be thinking.
I rolled my eyes. "My sister's not a slut."
"I didn't mean it that way." He said, kissing me softly.
"Anyway... I'm gonna miss seeing you around here almost everyday." I said, running my fingers through his soft hair.
I would miss the band a lot. Always having people in and out of the house was something I'd gotten used to. Without the normal flow of people, the house would be too quiet and lonely. And I hated being lonely.
"I only stuck with the band to see you. After your sister yelled at me, I wasn't too interested in it. Only you." I blushed heavily. He pulled me down so I was laying on top of him and locked our fingers together.
"You really must have liked me then." I whispered, my lips curving up into a smile.
He kissed me. "I still do."
I hugged him tightly, laying my cheek against his chest. "You know, I never did ask you why you tried out to be in the band."
"My mom needed some money and I figured I'd help out a little." He said, casually.
Jeez. Could he be any sweeter? "That's really nice of you."
He shrugged. "I guess."
I got to my feet and held out my hand. "Come with me."
He took my hand and followed me inside. "What, you have something in mind?"
I slapped his chest. "Not that."
I sighed and rested my head against his side. "This is the last time all of us will be here like this. Like family."
Isac leaned down and kissed the top of my head. "Don't worry; we could never leave you."