"Does it matter." Jeremy was facing the front of the
class, but his comments were directed to the blond boneheaded football player sitting
next to him. Math had always found it's way to the boring side of things, and now,
Monday morning, math for an hour and a half, was not a good thing. The teacher
walked back and forth across the room, lecturing about formulas and equations Jeremy
would be lucky to even think about. Another stupid question from his side of the
room was followed by a laughing class. "Why on earth is that funny?" Jeremy
shook his head, saying things to himself. The teacher picked up a piece of chalk and
began writing down examples on the board when the door to the room opened. The
teacher walked to the door and sighed as waved a person in. "Jem it's
yours." Jeremy frowned, standing up as a very agitated Taylor walked through the
door. A few giggles were heard but Taylor was the first to ward them off with eyes
rolling and a big sigh. "Not like I wanna be here students." He shook his head at
them and raised an eyebrow. Jeremy grinned. "What." Taylor
shrugged. "Still not back and now Ike is pissed." The teacher
interrupted. "No cussing in my classroom even if you aren't my student." Jeremy
smiled again. "Do you know where he is, cause it's important." "Tay. I know it
is. But I honestly don't know where he is." Taylor frowned as he looked at his
girlfriends brother. "You suck at lying." Jeremy paused. "How would you
know." "Cause you suck at it." "Good reason there blond boy." Taylor
turned around. "Just remember, you have a problem kid in your house to jem, and
if you ever run into a conflict, I'll show you how bad I lie." Taylor paused from his lunch, looking up at Mercy. "Can't we finish
eating?" She sighed. "Not the restraunt. We're leaving. My family, we're going
to do things as a band, and we'll be gone for a while." Taylor shrugged and went
back to eating. "Is that all you can do is shrug and stuff your face?" He paused
again, eyes still fixed on his plate. "What do you want me to say? We were away
for a good 4 months, more then that, and we had to live without friends and some
family too. Your not the only one." "Well you could show just a little more emotion
about the whole thing." "Like what?" She rolled her eyes and looked away from
him. "Is being an ass really genetic in your family?" "Being an ass? As far as I
know there isn't anyone that's related to me that's an ass." "You are, your brother
is." "Please use more detail then your brother. I have three of them
remember." "Isaac. And this whole Zac thing is making me wonder if he's not a
spitting image of you." "That leaves Mack, and he's not an ass." "He's
six." Taylor smiled. "Mey. Are you feeling okay? You seem, really really, I don't
know, bitchy." "Oh Bitchy." "Yup. Kinda like, well when we met." "When
we met you were slime. And I was a paper towel." "I like that, do I have
permission to use that in a song?" She threw her napkin at him. "Your
impossible to talk to." "About what? There's nothing to talk to me about." She
sighed once more. "You don't care that I'm leaving." "Is that what I said? I don't
recall my saying anything even similar to that." "No, but you didn't pay much
attention to me when I said it." "Sorry." "Are not." Zac and Jeremy sat on the front steps to the school. "Her
problem." Taylor had picked her up after talking to Jeremy, and taken her to
lunch. "Are you ready to go New York." Zac added the sarcasm to New York,
as if it wasn't what it was cracked up to be. "Not really. And just out of curiousity,
what do you plan to do with your friend?" Zac hadn't thought about that. If they
left for that long, Zac would have to leave to get food and things he needed, but if he
didn't stay there, he'd be stuck in his house. With his brothers. Zac
frowned. "I'm working on that." Taylor yelled after
Mercy as she stepped out of his car. She shut the door behind her, not
responding. "Why do I get the feeling she's really mad." Taylor watched her jog
up the front steps and disappear into the building. Releasing the break, he rolled
foreward, a frown on his face. Zac had a soap opera on the television, and when he wasn't paying attention
to it, he was going through the album. "Number five. Then number six. And if I
still have time, number seven too. Oh wait. Of course I'll have time." Zac stood up
and started walking around the table. They had brought a few board games a while
back, but there was no point in playing battleships if you didn't have to players. "No
actually this is great fun. I think I should stay here much longer." He flipped his hair
up, and puckered his lips. "I'm never bored." Zac had declined the ride Jeremy had offered and had
walked home instead. Planning on stopping by to visit his friend first. Tulsa was by
no means a small town, but when it came to the people and places that were known
they stayed to their district. Zac had known their other neighborhood quite well, he
had grown up there and had done anything he wanted to with his friends. Exploring,
even though you couldn't really explore in a rural residential area, and walking back
streets. The new neighborhood was cleaner, and more simple then the other one.
There were no interesting abandon buildings, no little shed at the end of the block that
supposedly held some old witch, and there was definitly no way to get into trouble.
Unless you were 14 and a pop star. The fact that they were famous, was cool, but
Zac had to admit that he couldn't remember a time when he'd used his fame to get him
anything. He hadn't known his to do it either, which was the cool thing about them. He
found himself thinking about that more and more, and as he realized that he wasn't just
some kid anymore, he was popped back into the reality that he did have to be careful.
He nodded his head. "Being famous is cool." He continued up the street to
their place and continued to fill his mind with intriguing thoughts. Walking up to
the propped open back door, he squeezed in, waiting a minute to let his eyes adjust to
the dim light. Sticking out his tongue in disgust, he took a deep breath of musty
air. Continuing his walk through the complex, he came to the door, and pushed it
open. Zac Hanson's face lit up at the sight of his friend. "Your going to stay
right! And you did bring something to do right! D I'm borrreeeedddd!" The two
walked to the sofa, shoving the door behind them. "Zac Hanson? Bored? How can
that be? I'm surprised you haven't decorated the walls with spit wads or SOMETHING
creative." "D." They smiled at eachother. "Han. We've run into a slight
problem." "What would that be?" "Oh say, the fact that I'm leaving for a good
month the end of this week." Zac Hanson's mouth dropped open. He threw his
head back and clutched his chest with his hands. "DDDDDDddddd! Now? Right in
the middle of this! This is so not fair." "Stop it your talking like my
sister." "Totally. Zac! You can't leave me here in Tulsa. You can't! I can't stay here!
I'm going to be subject to death! Maybe worse!" "Uh, Han, what could be worse
then death?" "Living with Tay and Ike and then death!" Zac Hanson reached
foreward and grasped his friends shoulder. He shook him, making his head weave back
and forth. "D! You don't understand. If I go home now, things are going to be
horrid. First, I'll have to sit there and listen Isaac. Isaac! You know how my brother
talks! He could be on an infrommercial he talks so long. And Tay! Taylor is going to
rip my heart out of my chest with his bare hands, fry it up and feed it to wickit! And
she probably won't even eat cause dogs can feel the vibes you know! D you can't leave
me here! Bad things will happen!!!!" The two stared eachother in the
eyes. "Han. I don't see how I can not make you go back dude. There's no way outta
this one." He sighed. "I got it!" Zac Dentra looked over at his
friend. "What Zac, and it better be sane, better be a smart thing to do, and if Dorin
yells at me one more time for something it is that we did, I'm going to personally kick
your ass." Zac Hanson giggled. "Take me with you." "HELL no!" "Oh
come on D! It's a plane ticket, and I'll go there with you. I'll be your shadow but you
won't notice me." "What are we supposed to do about your family? We can't just
leave them hanging." "Who cares! We'll tell them when Dorin finds me in the hotel
room." "NO WAY! I'm in enough trouble as it is." "Please D! Please!" "Han
I can't get you there! How am I supposed to get you on the plane?" "I'll take a later
one." "What about getting you to the hotel?" "Ever heard of a
cab?" "Han!" "Please!" "How are you going to pay for this ticket?" Zac
Hanson paused, looking up at his friend, and forming his face into one of
sadness. "I know it's a big bad thing to ask of your friends, but could I borrow
some money." Zac Dentra threw up his arms. "Han! Your gonna get us in
trouble!" "It'll work! I promise!" "I'll think about it." "Oh gee I'm sorry. It's not my fault
that he was grounded to his room by you. Not me." "You helped me decide that
was the thing to do." "I said 'whatever' not Ground the kid from his best
friend." Isaac continued storming around the house. "Damnit Taylor! Where
could he be?" Taylor rolled his eyes. As far as he was concerned, Zac would come
back when he wanted to. It was about time for the kid to open his eyes to the real
world, and as soon as he found out how boring and tough life was on his own, he'd be
back. All in good time. "He'll be fine. I bet you hear from him in the next
week." "Next week! In the next week! TAYLOR! Mom and dad are going to be
home Saturday. The Dentras are LEAVING Friday! What the hell am I supposed to
do?" "Ike man, I bet the Dentras are just being nice, and stashing him for a while,
he'll be home before mom and dad get home, and he'll be snug, and you can deal with it
then." Isaac stormed out of the room again. "Why aren't you worried about
him? He's your brother too!" "I know he is, but he'll be fine. He's a big boy now.
Leave him alone." Taylor stood up to leave. "You could be more supportive.
Why don't you ask your girlfriend if they are just 'stashing' him over there. I bet you'd
find out your wrong." "If I asked mey, she wouldn't tell me even if they were, and if
I did ask her right now she probably wouldn't answer." Isaac
paused. "Why?" "A girl thing maybe? PMS. Personally It can't be anything with
our personal life because we haven't had any problems." Isaac
chuckled. "What." "Nothing." "Yeah right. Your pissed about Zac one
second and laughing the next, about me and mey. So then what." "Nothing. You'd
get mad." "Try me." Taylor stood frowning at his brother. "Have a sex
life?" Taylor scrunched up his face, picked up a shoe and flung it at his brother.
"I don't believe I said 'Hey Ike ask me how my sex life is' did I."
"We're
leaving."
"Mey's going to be
late."
"Your welcome."
"Makes the world go round and round..dumm
doo."
School ended surprisingly
slow. It was more of a burden to visit school that week rather then just ditch and leave
for NY early, but that made sense, and for Dorin to do anything that made sense was
way out of the question.
"No! I can't find
him anywhere. It's a little odd that Zac is missing. He's usually the one that likes to be
noticed Taylor. You could help a little more."