Keryn stirred, blinking open her tired eyes and focusing on the time, she tried to step back into reality.

“I said, it’s almost dinner time, there’s only things left from yesterdays family lunch and I’m hungry and that position that you’re in doesn’t look too comfortable!” Zac was standing over her, using hand movements to describe his current feelings.

Keryn blinked again and properly focused her eyes with the clock on the VCR. “6.45 pm? Already?” Her voice was groggy and dazed from slumber. She felt like she had a gigantic heap of bricks piled on her stomach and her head was falling off the side of the couch.

“Do you want me to help you?” Zac asked, eyeing the more than large load that was sprawled out on top of her.

“Wake up, baby,” Keryn whispered. If Taylor was had inched one movement closer to her, she’d be coughing up golden blond hair balls for the next few months. “Taylor?”

“Taylor, wake up,” Zac poked his brother in the back. “How did he manage to fall asleep on you like this?”

Keryn let her head flop off the couch, upside down and she looked at Zac. “We were cuddling and I guess we just fell asleep. God, damnit. He’s heavy, Zac.” A smile crept to her lips. “I can see up your nose.”

Zac arched his eyebrows and stepped away. “Do you want to help me or not? As much as I’m sure you like to look up my nose, perhaps it’s just not appropriate at this time.”

“But, Zac, your nose is so attractive.” Keryn could feel the blood beginning to rush to the top of her head. “Taylor, come on.”

“I know my nose is attractive. For God’s sake, look at it.” Zac turned and pretended to look into the mirror that was hanging outside in the hallway. “Just pull his hair.”

“I’m not pulling his hair.”

“Pull his hair.”

“I’m not pulling his hair.”

“Pull his hair.”

“I’m not pulling his hair.”

“This isn’t getting us anywhere, is it?” Zac knocked on Taylor’s back. “Just push him off.”

“He might get hurt.”

“Just push him off.”

“No, he might get hurt.”

“Just push him off.”

“No, he-” It was that time that Keryn decided to launch into a huge laughing fit due to Zac’s persistence.

“That will get him off,” Zac rolled his eyes, causing Keryn to proceed with her insanely infectious giggles. Zac began to snicker, which soon turned into gasps of laughter. “Oh, God. I don’t even know what I’m laughing at.” Zac collapsed onto the floor and started gasping for air. “Is h-h-h-he awake yet?” Zac let out, between breaths.

Down the hall a door slammed and footsteps began to firmly make their way toward the living room. “What is that racket?” Isaac asked, leaning up against the doorway. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

Isaac examined the scene. Keryn was hanging upside down on the couch, sure she looked uncomfortable, but she seemed to be experiencing the humorous side of things. Taylor however seemed, well, dead. He was lying on top Keryn on the couch. One would have thought in a suspicious position, but Zac was in the room. Yes, Zac was in the room alright... using the carpet space to his full advantage as he thrust body parts through the air, trying to contain his laughter. I can imagine, Isaac thought. Two weeks from now in the office of a magazine for an interview and something like this is going to be happening. Isaac groaned inwardly.

“Hello?” He walked a little closer. “Taylor, wake up.”

“Huh? What?” Taylor rolled his head around to look at his brother, then dug it back into Keryn’s stomach. “What the?”

“He-woke-up!” Zac’s throat groped for any air that may be left for him to swallow.

“Ike woke him up!” Keryn seemed to be confirming things for anyone in the room who didn’t know at that point.

“Taylor, get up,” Isaac pulled his brother’s arm and watched as his legs uncoiled to find the carpet.

“What’s going on?” He said deliriously as he stood on the floor, examining the situation.

Keryn had now rolled off onto the floor and was shaking Zac’s shoulder with immense emotion. “Zac, Zac! I can’t stop!” Keryn was letting out huge hoots of laughter as she rolled on the floor with Zac.

“Neither can I!” Zac wasn’t even aware that Isaac had entered the room, he was so caught up in chuckling.

“What’s wrong with them?” Taylor asked, brushing through his hair with his fingers, barely able to keep his eyes open. He scratched his arm and looked at Isaac for an answer.

“I just got here and they were doing it. I don’t think they even know what’s funny.”

Taylor shrugged and padded towards the kitchen. “Just leave them there, they’ll eventually get over it.”

Isaac smiled at the scene and turned to follow Taylor. “I don’t get it.”

“So, did you talk to dad?” Isaac asked, as soon as they got into the kitchen. His tone was fast, wanting to get to the point quickly.

“About?” Taylor, still tired, was trying to focus on boiling the jug to make coffee.

“About promo, Taylor. Did you ask?”

Taylor chimed the spoon against the mug and turned to face Isaac. “No, I haven’t asked yet. Why, Isaac?”

“Well, I just think that today’s little performance is just a sign of what is to come, Taylor,” Isaac said, taking his eyes off to the table to look at his brother for a moment.

“What on earth do you have against her this week, Ike? What the hell is wrong?” Taylor was becoming annoyed with his brother’s current antics, squinting his eyes and demanding Isaac answer.

“There is nothing wrong with her. I just think that we’re going to be too busy on this tour for you to do whatever you do with her and then have Zac walk in on it and then them two going off on some tangent. Look how much they’re distracted! You can hear them laughing from here!”

Taylor’s eyes grew wide as he furiously pulled the chair out and sat down to face Isaac. “We are on,” Taylor stopped, lowering the volume of his voice. “We are on a break at the moment and I can do what I want to do. For your information, I would not do anything like what you’re thinking of on the freaking couch. And, so what if they laugh - at least they’re happy and don’t walk around moping like you all day!”

“Do what you want, Taylor. But, if I have to wake you up because you, her and Zac have been up all night having a joyous little giggle and you’re not in the mood to perform for thousands of screaming fans, then don’t complain to me!” Isaac firmly placed his hands down on the table and walked towards the door.

“Well, if I have to drag you out of some English pub because you were too drunk to do it for yourself, then you clean up your bruises, Isaac. Because I don’t want to deal with it.” Taylor stood and walked over to the phone, completely forgetting about the coffee he was making.

“Hello? Dad?” He waited for his father’s voice on the other end of the line. “Yeah, I’m fine. Yeah... I just have a question...”

“I can’t believe you’re leaving the day after tomorrow,” Keryn and Zac were lying on their backs in the living room, staring up at the chandeliers that draped the ceiling.

“Yep, that’s just one more day,” Zac closed his eyes, his hair slipping down the side of his face.

“Did you work everything out with Margo?” Keryn asked, turning her head to face him.

“Yes. It was the biggest misunderstanding. I guess there was just a lack of communication there.” Zac lifted his head and rested them on his hands.

“That’s good,” Keryn sighed. “I mean, not about lacking communication. Just about fixing things up.”

“You’re going to miss him, aren’t you?” Zac asked, in a sleepy tone, his voice still strained from laughing.

“More than you know.” Keryn turned to lay on her side. “Summer is going to be so boring this year. I never thought I’d say it. But, yes, summer is going to be boring.”

Zac swung his legs up in the air and pulled himself up, turning to take her hand. “Come on. Let’s see what we can scavenge from the kitchen for dinner.”

Keryn let Zac pull her up, then she followed him as they strode down the hallway.

Isaac bolted into his room and turned off the manufactured sounds that were coming from the radio. “Geez, can’t I just get over this?”

He threw himself back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He didn’t know what was wrong with him or why he’d reacted so harshly in the first place. He glanced towards the piled rubbish on top of the bin and saw the bulky letter that had caused the trouble in the first place. The reason as to why he’d felt so sorry for himself for the entire time home was sitting, peskily, on top of the bin.

Isaac felt himself sigh. Yesterdays lunch had been bearable. Luckily most of the bruising had cleared and he was able to tell his parents that he’d just had an unlucky time in the shower, falling over and hitting the tiles. Granted, it wasn’t be best excuse in the world, but they bought it.

Taylor said the excuse was stupid, but at the moment he didn’t really have the time of day for Taylor. Perhaps he was jealous of the constant interaction Taylor could have with someone so close to him. And perhaps the real reason as to why Isaac didn’t want Keryn to go on tour was because he’d have to see his brother with this great companionship every single day.

Isaac pushed himself up as the thought came to him. It was a random, uncommon thought, yes. But, perhaps it could bury the hatchet, start afresh? Isaac walked over to the bin and looked at the crumpled letter, wondering if this contradiction to his previous statements was worth it.

“If I butter this bread, then put some salt on it, that will be exploring at least some of the food groups.” Zac looked up and Keryn and Taylor, who were at the sink. Taylor was trying to wash up and Keryn kept sneaking sips of the coffee he’d finally gotten around to making.

“Sugar would be better if you needed that option... the bread and all.” Keryn walked over and pulled out a chair.

“Do you actually eat when you’re here by yourself?” Taylor asked over his shoulder.

“I eat,” Keryn screwed her nose up as Zac took a bite of his current combination. “It’s just that you guys are here, there was no time to shop. Besides, Kayla usually does that.”

Taylor shook his hands off and dried them on the towel, coming over to sit at the table with the others. “Do you think we should order pizza?”

“Again?” Keryn grumbled, interlocking Taylor’s fingers with her own.

“Yes, again. What else is there?” Taylor looked towards Zac’s little experiment.

“This is spiffy,” Zac’s faced developed a sour look as he let it pass down his throat. “Well, the first bite was. Pizza, please.”

“I’ll order it,” Keryn jumped up, rushing to the phone.

“No, no, no!” Zac called after her, running over to the menu. “You always get really crappy flavours!”

“That’s because I only like two flavours. The rest are gross,” Keryn ripped the menu from Zac’s hands and threw it at Taylor. “You ring.”

“No, I trust you to ring. Zac, can you come here please?”

Keryn shrugged and walked out into the hallway to use the phone.

“What? Woah, Taylor. That was so subtle.” Zac rushed over to his brother, smiling.

“What was?”

“Uh, the fact you needed to speak to me alone?” Zac took the seat that Keryn had been previously sitting in and took Taylor’s hand. “Are ya missin’ her yet?” He pouted, then developed a chuckle.

“Shut up, Zac. I just want to ask you something,” Taylor shook Zac’s hand away.

“What?” Zac asked, getting up and throwing away the bread.

“Is it okay... you know? The promo thing?”

“Did dad say yes?” Zac asked, curious.

“He did, I just wanted to know if it was okay with you. Ike’s pissed, but I don’t want to know about him at the moment,” Taylor looked at his younger brother.

“It’s fine with me, I’m not the one you should be asking,” Zac joined him at the table again.

“You think she’ll say yes?”

“Okay, it’ll be here in half an hour,” Keryn came back into the kitchen and sat down. “Why are you staring at me like that?” She noticed both sets of eyes were awaiting something.

“I have a proposition,” Taylor grinned. “You may be interested.”

“Tell her.” Zac was practically in Taylor’s lap he was so far off the edge of the seat.

“Wanna come on promo with us?” The both of them looked curiously for her reaction.

Keryn’s eyes widened as she looked at them. “Would that be alright?” Her voice was full of excitement. “Are you serious?”

Taylor and Zac smiled. “Is that a yes?”

Questions? Comments? E-mail.
Next Event ->