"Guess not."

"Why not?"

"Cause she didn't ask me too."

Isaac frowned.

"What do you mean she didn't ask you to?"

"Well the last time she talked to me other then monosyllabic grunts, was Monday. So that's what I mean."

"Are you two fighting?"

"Apparently. Even though I didn't know it."

"You haven't fought before."

"Yes we have. We don't do it in front of family. You know, we keep it to ourselves."

"Sorry man."

"No, it's not a big deal. I just spose she'll come back with some hunk. Or she'll go find Eric and hook up with him again. Something to that extent."

"I think you should go over there."

"I'm not. If she doesn't want me there."

"Have you ever thought that maybe she wanted you to suggest going over there?"

Taylor sat up in thought, then slunched back down in his seat.

"No."

"Well you know, she's a girl, and maybe for once she wants you to do the thinking."

He laughed, slapping the paper against the palm of his hand. His friend had left him enough money to get a cab there, food at both airports, and a cab when he got there.

"This is wonderful."

Zac smiled as he sat down to watch a show on dogs that rescue.

"I bet I'll get there, she'll treat me like crap, give me a 'see you when I get back or something'. And then leave."

His white car sped down the street.

"I bet she's already gone."

As he turned on to the Dentra's street, he saw Zac sitting in the back of their truck, and subconsciously let out a sigh of relief. He had actually wanted to say bye to Mey, to save himself the bitching when he got back.

Pulling up in front, he opened the door and stepped out. A slight breeze was present and his light T-shirt waved and flapped.

"She's in the house Taylor. And she's pissy. So go make out with her and maybe I'll be able to tolerate sitting next to her on the plane.

Zac smiled a fake smile and sat back down in the car.

Walking up to the open front door, Taylor knocked on the doorframe, peering inside.

"Hello?"

Mercy was standing at the sofa, but didn't turn around.

"Mey."

She continued looking through CD's.

"Mey?"

"Bout time you showed up. I thought you weren't going to come. And then I was going to have to be even more pissed then I am."

Taylor stopped on his way in.

"Well if your pissed then I'll just turn around right now and leave."

"Did I say leave?"

She looked over her shoulder at him.

"No, but it doesn't seem like you really want me here."

She shrugged.

"You didn't call me all week."

Taylor rolled his head back.

"Mey, you were pissed when you got out of the car on Monday. For whatever reason. Is there a reason you're mad at me?"

She stomped her foot, and left the room, CD case in one hand.

Taylor sighed.

"Hey man what's up."

Jeremy stepped into the living room from a back room of the house.

"What's the matter with your sister?"

"Uh, nothing. Why?"

"Well. Letsee. I'm in the living room, she's not. Isn't it obvious?"

Jeremy chuckled.

"She was whining about you last night I think."

"About me?"

"yeah. You didn't call after lunch on Monday."

Jeremy had a grin on his face.

"What's so funny now?"

"Shame on you. You didn't call her when she was sending you psychic vibes."

Jeremy patted Taylor on the shoulder.

"She'll be fine dude. Just say, Love you, and see you when you get back. And maybe if you really wanna get on her good side give her a 'see you in a while' kiss. She'll smile, and things will be back to normal."

Jeremy grabbed a few more bags off the floor and left to the car.

On his way to the kitchen, Dorin stopped Taylor.

"Hey Tay. Is Zac in the car?"

He shrugged.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Okay. Where are you going?"

"Well hopefully to make amends with my girlfriend."

Dorin grinned.

"Oh yeah."

Taylor threw up his arms in frustration.

"Oh yeah? What am I household news?"

"It's okay Taylor. I would just say later and see her when she gets home. And make sure you have something really romantic planned when she gets back. "

Dorin walked around Taylor, and yelled out the front door at his brothers.

"Great. Now everyone but me knows what I did."

He continued into the kitchen, and saw mercy standing at the sink.

He hurried up to her as he noticed her eyes were red from tears and she was blowing her nose.

"Mey are you okay?"

She sniffed, and blew her nose once more.

"I hate you Jordan Taylor Hanson. More then I did when I met you."

He sighed.

"Take a number. Why now. I thought you hated me for being blond and looking like a girl. There can't be anything worse then that."

"You suck."

"Thank you. I appreciate…that. Umm. Why?"

"You just do. You never say I love you anymore. And it's like you don't care."

Taylor wrapped his arms around her.

"I didn't know I was supposed to start and end my conversations with I love you."She started crying again as Jeremy walked into the kitchen. Her back was facing her brother but he didn't leave.

"You aren't."

Taylor was watching as Jeremy mouthed to him.

"Awwww. Sweet. It's a couple thing. So sweet. I feel it. Can you feel the love?"

Jeremy continued his words as Dorin stepped in and pulled him out.

"Well Mey…"

She rested her head on his shoulder.

"Mey come on."

Dorin stood in the kitchen, trying not to look at the two, but still trying to get her to wrap up her tears and save them for when they got back.

She let Taylor go, and he held her at arms length.

"Are you okay?"

She wiped the tears away from her face and nodded.

"We'll talk when you get back okay?"

She nodded again.

"Call me?"

He smiled as she nodded one last time.

"Kay, well I'll talk to you soon then."

She turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

Taylor looked at Dorin.

"Can someone PLEASE tell me what I did?"

Zac looked on as a group of girls followed them to their boarding doc. There weren't nearly as many as he had seen Hanson with, but there were still enough to know that they had female fans.

"Did you ever think that maybe they were at the loading doc just down there."

Mercy shoved Zac hard enough he came close to venturing outside the comfort of a guard.

"We aren't that popular are we?"

"No Einstein, those girls are following the people in front of us."

He frowned as his sister moved foreward.

They reached the gate, only to find the plane wasn't ready. They unloaded their bags at the counter, and sat by the window.

Zac sat on the end, and found his guard was much too far away. Grabbing his pant leg he tugged.

"Over here please, yes yes, right there. Zac admires his life as a drummer."

The guard didn't say anything but stood where he had been directed.

"What's the matter with the plane."

Jeremy was looking through a magazine.

"They're cleaning it or something. Maybe it's baggage. Well would you tell them I want to get on the plane. There's that girl over there that’s staring at me Jem and she's making me nervous."

Jeremy looked up to notice that one girl had changed to three and he laughed.

"You've got a Tulsa Airport fan club Zac!"

"See look at me Jem, I'm laughing. Really I am, it was funny it really was."

Zac turned around to look out the window as the girls laughed. He looked over at Jeremy.

"Are they looking at my butt? They have no right to be looking at my butt. It's my butt. Hear me! Mine! Don't look at it you girls!"

He turned back around glaring at his guards pant leg.

A stewardess from on board walked off the ramp and started talking to the clerks.

She pointed in their direction and walked to them.

"If you guys want to grab your bags you can go ahead and get on. We won't be leaving for a good forty five minutes though."

She smiled as the four of them stood, and walked to their bags.

"Anything to get those girls' eyes off my butt."

The stewardess chuckled, leading the way onto the plane.

They found themselves seated and relaxed when the first of the passengers began boarding.

"Cool. A plane. We need to do something sporadical. Like….shoot spit wads. Are we allowed to do that here?"

Jeremy reached over to pull Zac down.

"No spit wads. No paper airplanes. You sit, eat and when we get there you get off."

"How come we aren't flying first class?"

"Because we don't need to. We're fine back here."

"What if I want to ride first class."

"Too bad for your butt."

"Aww. Poor butt. Those girls are going to be devastated that it's being treated like this."

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