Taylor walked further into the room.

"Ike mom wants to talk to you."

Proceeding his steps to his brother, Taylor reached out a hand, paused and withdrew it again.

"Ike, mom really wants to talk to you now."

"Can you just tell mom I'm busy?"

"You had me tell her that yesterday. And she knows you're up here anyway, sitting here. She already knows you aren't busy Ike."

Isaac sighed.

"What's so important."

"I don't know. She said she just wanted to have a talk with you."

"Did she say it sincerely, or did she sound mad, or was she just saying it in jest, or did she sound sympa.…."

"Ike your babbling."

Taylor took another step towards his brother, this time stepping in front of him.

"Isaac if you don't want to talk to mom, that's fine, but if I go down and tell her you aren't coming down then I'm going to make you talk to me."

Isaac shrugged.

"So what. Not like it matters who's trying to talk to me. Doesn't really matter at all."

Taylor sighed.

"I'm going to go tell mom you're busy."

Taylor stepped from the room, looking back over his shoulder to see his brother, still sitting, head slumped and pale on the bed.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he ran into his sisters.

"Taylor! Thanks for just walking into me!"

Avery shoved her older brother.

"Way to show the love bro."

She glared up at him.

"Sorry Mrs perfect, but it's not like you haven't had your moments. "

He grabbed a braid and gently pulled it back and forth.

"Where's mom."

"She's on the front porch. Her eyes are red but she says it's just cause she's tired."

"Aww shit."

"TAYLOR HANSON YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH AROUND ME OR I'LL TELL MOM!"

"Way to see right through the moment Av."

She stuck out her tongue.

"Now go away Tay and let me and Jessie do what we were doing."

Taylor obliged and walked to the front door.

Pulling it open he stepped out into the sun, squinting a little as he shut the door behind him.

"Mom?"

She sat staring at the street, her chin resting on her hands.

She sniffed.

Walking next to her he sat down on the warm cement and leaned his head on her shoulder.

"Mom. We're still your three little blond boys."

"Oh fuck you Dorin."

In the past week the 'non-speech' phase had passed, now it was arguing like adolescents. Adding a few cuss words here and there, spicing up the vocab with an insult that was aimed below the belt, and all in all, treating eachother nothing like brothers.

Mercy looked over at Jeremy, rolled her eyes then turned back to the window.

"Fuck yourself. Who's the adult here."

"Well you sure as hell don't act your age."

"Oh and a druggie should talk."

"Fuck being a druggie. That has nothing to do with this one."

Jeremy sighed. Great way to show the van driver the whole Dentra spirit.

"You’re the one who brought up acting your age. You should try it sometime."

Jeremy looked at Mercy and nodded.

Mercy exploded from her seat.

"GOD DAMNIT BOTH OF YOU!"

The two stopped and stared at their sister.

She glared into the backseat.

"We are a family. We're supposed to be one anyway. And we're in a band together. I'm sorry if you don't think you need to work together anymore for this thing, but I hate to break it to you, YOU HAVE TO. I'm sick and tired of the bitching, the griping that you two always hanker me and Jem with. GET OVER IT! If you don't like eachother anymore, then get the hell away from eachother. As far as the interviews go, you could at least pretend. I don't care about tension, I don't care about stress. You will respect eachother and you will do it every time you are around one another. Zac you created this for your own damn self, and Dorin you're the one who has to deal with it. But you could at least set the example and deal with it maturely."

She blew out a hot breath.

"Starting now if you have anything whatsoever to say, you better make sure it's not directed at eachother, and you better make sure it's constructive and worth saying. Because if it's not I swear I'll disown you both."

She turned around, getting a half smile from the driver and an 'amen' from Jeremy.

"Those have been up there for years."

Taylor sighed.

"I'm surprised they still glow."

The two lay on their backs. They had shoved all the clothing, toys, books and games away from the middle of the room, now they lay, their heads resting next to eachother, staring up.

"Remember how we got that black splotch on the ceiling?"

Isaac grinned.

"Yup. You tried to make a Z for Zorro with that airplane spray paint, cause you thought it would wash off, and when it didn't you didn't want Zac getting a big head so you made it a spot."

Taylor laughed.

"And when mom came up she could smell it, otherwise we woulda got away with the whole thing."

Isaac chuckled.

"Tay."

"What."

"You remember how when we first got started doing this, how when people would ask us what we were going to do in five…ten years, we told them music. Do you remember that?"

Taylor paused.

"Well yeah, I mean, we are still doing music, pretty much four…five years now."

"But I don't think people believed us."

"What do you mean?"

"Well we were kids."

"Ike, we still are dude."

"Not if you think about it. Your 18 now. You have a girlfriend that you've had for over a year. I'm almost 20, Zac's almost 15. It's different now."

Taylor turned his head toward his brother.

"How is it different?"

"Well then…I don't know Tay, it's not the same."

"Ike if it's different then tell me why."

Isaac sighed.

"Some of us loved what we were doing more then, then we do now."

"Like who."

"I'm not naming names…."

"Ike, you love music, I know that, and I love music. I think Zac loves music too."

"I don't think he does."

Taylor frowned.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I think he forgot what it's like to have all those fans. I think he forgot what it's like to make something people love and enjoy…."

Isaac paused.

"I think he forgot what it's like to be a Hanson brother."

Taylor looked back at his brother.

"Isaac, no matter how much Zac is kicking out right now, and no matter how much he hates the world, I doubt in the deepest of my mind…..no my heart…that he forgot what it's like to be one of us."

Isaac sat up, turned to his brother and leaned his head on his hand.

"He said he hates me Tay."

Taylor followed his brother's example and sat up also.

"Like I said, no matter how much he doesn't like the world…"

"He didn't say he hated the world…he said he hated me."

Taylor sighed. He swallowed hard.

"Zac doesn't hate you Isaac. You’re his brother."

"Then why did he say that if he didn't mean it."

"I don't know Ike."

"He didn't say it to you."

"He doesn't hate you Ike."

"It hurt like hell Tay."

Taylor leaned to his brother as a single tear slid down Isaac's cheek. It was soon followed by another, and another until they dripped onto the carpet in front of him.

"I'm sorry Isaac."

Taylor wrapped his arms around his brother.

"I'm really sorry."

The four of them piled out of the car, stepping onto the pavement and walking silently into the hotel.

Mercy looked over at Dorin.

"So when do we leave Dorin."

He frowned.

"I don't know, tomorrow, the next day."

He shrugged.

"So we need to pack up tomorrow."

"That's what I said."

"Fine then. We'll pack up tomorrow and leave."

She walked away from him.

"Like it's my fault?!"

Dorin trugged along behind the rest of them.

Zac Hanson spread his arms and smiled.

Security had been slightly upped, rumor had it some group of girls had heard who was going to be at the airport and when, and had decided they should be there too.

The five of them walked along the carpet and the only two speaking were the Zac's.

"It really is. It's got great walls. And the chairs…oh my the chairs."

He looked over at his friend.

"I'm just amazed at the color scheme of this place, really incredible."

The two laughed.

"Right here dipsticks."

Jeremy pointed in the direction of the gate.

"Oh look fellow partner. We're here."

Zac Dentra clutched his heart with his hands.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

"Shut up both of you and sit."

Mercy grabbed both of them and shoved them towards chairs.

"Be good or I'll separate you like two year olds."

Zac Dentra shrugged.

"Well then you should separate us, because only two year olds get chewed out for doing things like pot."

Zac emphasized the word pot and stared hard at Dorin.

Mercy was standing in front of him and lifted her arm, catching him in the forehead.

"Oww. Why'd you do that.'

Zac sat back, rubbing his head and scowling up at his sister.

"I think I told you not to direct anything his direction did I not?"

He frowned.

"So."

"So. I made sure you listened."

She walked over to a couple seats away and sat down, waiting for the stewardess to come get them.