"Where are those guys?"
Standing up next to Taylor, who searched over the entire theatre with his eyes, mercy looked too.
"Maybe they went to the lobby to wait for us or something."
Taylor walked up the aisle. Mercy close behind.
Trying to squeeze through endless masses of girls, Taylor had learned to swerve large groups of people whenever he needed too. Now was no different,
He went to squeeze in between a group of adults, standing in the aisle, waiting for their friends and family to clear out from the chairs.
"No you don't!"
Grabbing his hand as he dissappeared through the group, she held fast, being pulled and tugged on, but still holding on to his hand when they exited through the other side.
"Gee! I never knew that was what you had to do."
He smiled.
Girls.
Walking out into the lobby, still, not quite aware he was still holding on to her, he stopped.
The grins on the two zac's faces reminded him well enough, and Mercy and taylor imediatly pryed themselves from eachother.
"OOOOOHHHHH! Don't let us spoil it!"
Mercy gave Zac a dirty look.
"What?"
"He just helped me through those people, that's all."
Zac choked on a giggle.
"I never said I didn't believe you!"
Shaking her head at her little brother, she frowned.
"Later Tay."
She turned and walked away, grabbing her youngest brother by the collar.
Taylor was beside himself with happiness.
"What's so good Tay?"
Zac sat in the passengers seat next to Taylor, a curious look balanced on his face.
"Nothing."
Beaming inside, he wanted to giggle.
Taylor hanson doesn't giggle.......ever.
"So did you like the movie?"
"Uh huh."
Taylor's one worded responses were getting to Zac.
And she Held his hand! Without pulling away and wiping it off and yelling 'yuck! Taylor smiled. Keeping his eyes on the road, but his mind on Mercy, he now beamed.
"Taylor, you okay? You seem....Well....strange."
Taylor sighed. Turning to his brother, he laughed.
"So just what exactly did you two plan on us doing?"
Zac's eyes went wide.
How the hell did he get that?
"I didn't! I...I...No!"
"I didn't say I minded however, so don't get all worried."
Zac frowned, trying not to smile.
Darn. Zac wondered if Mercy had caught on.
"Mey, did you like the movie?"
What had Taylor been thinking! Grabbing her hand like that! Okay, so maybe she had been the instigator, but still!
"Mey....?"
"What'd ya say?"
"Never mind..."
"The movie was great."
Zac sighed. Just what was she thinking of right now?
"You and Taylor didn't argue too much."
She turned to him.
"Good for you eh little bro."
He smiled.
"Considering that wasn't the plan, if we had fought...well then, it just wouldn't be right now would it."
Zac froze. Not fair!
"It was good."
Mercy sat down next to Dorin.
"Zac did you like it?"
He nodded.
"Sure. It was okay."
"Isaac is coming over here in a bit."
Zac shrugged.
"Is zac comin' with him?"
"Nope. He has to stay home."
Zac made a pouty face.
"How come?"
"I don't know."
"Is Taylor coming?"
"No."
Zac walked to the foot of the steps.
"Can I go with you and Ike?"
Dorin shrugged.
Zac turned and walked up the stairs.
"Where's jem?"
Dorin turned to her.
"Good question."
Mercy frowned.
"Mey, he hasn't been around much lately. Only when he has to be."
"So. What's up?"
"I don't know. But I think he's staying away for a reason."
Mercy sighed. Knowing Jeremy, he was probably off writting some sappy love poem for nikki.
Mercy waved to them as the three walked out the front door and down the lawn.
The days were getting colder. The nights even more so. It was becoming fall. Mercy loved the fall. It all smelled so good.
Returning to her spot on the sofa, she snuggled down, and turned on the tv.
Clicking through the channels, she found one with an old movie on it and kept it there. Watching it quietly.
The early morning had turned from warm and sunny, into an afternoon of clouds and wind. It hadn't yet rained, but they were expecting it.
She noticed the temperature of the house had dropped considerably.
Grabbing the blanket they had recently placed on the back of the sofa, she wrapped up in it. Looking out the window at the late afternoon that seemed more like late evening because of the clouds,
she closed her eyes.
Hearing thunder, she popped them open again. Looking again at the Tv, and closing her eyes again.
Pulling down the street, and along the park, passing the several houses that the Dentra's lived by. He stopped. There were no cars in front of their house. Maybe no one was home.
He turned off the engine, and stepped out, feeling the icy drops cut into his face and arms.
"Damn! It's freezin' out here!"
He closed the car door, pulling his now sopping hair out of his face.
Wrapping his arms around himself, he hurried to the door.
"Damnit!"
Taylor slipped as his feet hit the curb. His hands reaching out in front of him to catch his weight.
Standing up and pressing the palms of his hands against his wet pants.
They still hurt. No doubt, matter of fact, his palms had been the worst injury out of Eric's beating. They didn't hurt so much anymore, but sometimes, if he slipped, or they got bumped too hard, they would ache.
Seeing a small cut, he wipped the dirt off his hand and patted the scratch.
Holding his hand off to his side, he continued to the front door, more carefully this time.
"Please someone be home. Please!"
Raising his hand to knock, he paused.
The Dentra's, surprisingly kept an extra key in-between the door and the screen, not obvious, but if someone went hunting for it they could find it.
Taylor chuckled, reaching down and leaning on the door to get to the key.
"Woah!"
At the weight taylor applied, the door swung open, leaving a very relieved and somewhat startled Hanson stil on the doorstep.
Taking this opportunity to walk into the warmth, he walked in, pulling shut the front door behind him.
Getting ready to strip off his now, extremely cold and dripping shirt, he noticed mercy on the sofa.
Damn! She always jynxed his plans.
Walking over to her, he noticed how deeply asleep she was.
"Hey Mey."
She didn't even stir.
Sitting down next to her on the edge of the sofa, he looked at the television.
The movie channel was playing some old movie, looked to be older then his parents.
Sitting farther back on the sofa, Taylor relaxed. Watching the movie without an inkling of doubt that if Mercy awoke, she would probably kick his ass. One, for sitting on her wet, and two, for not knocking.
Mercy lay on the sofa, not really knowing how long she had slept.
Looking and realizing Taylor sat, practically on her, watching HBO.
"What are you doing?"
Taylor jumped.
"What'd I scare ya or somethin'?"
Cocking a mischeivious smile, he replied.
"Or somethin' Mey."
She frowned.
"Get off me."
Reaching up and pushing on his shoulder.
"Ick! Your all wet!"
"Well duh....it IS raining out."
Mercy looked to the window.
Wow, it really was raining outside. The rain blew against the window, making tapping noises as it hit.
"Your going to catch something sitting here all wet."
He had since scooted off her, he now sat next to her.
"Is Mercy actually making a caring comment about my well being?"
She scowled at him.
"I don't want you to like....die or anything."
"Oh yeah...that sounds logical."
"Shut up."
"Up, shoulda known Mey would click back to her old self."
She lightly slapped him on the shoulder.
"What!"
"You should probably change dontcha think?"
Pointing at her with his finger, he shook it at her.
"I'm fine."
She grabbed his finger.
Wrenching it the way it doesn't go, she pointed to the scrape on his palm.
"What's that?"
"Just slipped, I'm fine."
Still holding onto his hand, she put it down, keeping it on her knee.
"Taylor hanson!"
"What! I'm fine!"
She shrugged.
"Wait here, I'm gonna get you some dry clothes."
He shrugged. Why on earth was she being so insistant?
Returning about 5 minutes later, holding a pair of Jeremy's pants in one hand, and a shirt in the other, she tossed them to him.
"There ya go, I'll turn around if you wanna change."
One corner of her mouth turned upwards as she said it.
"Turn around then."
Walking to the sofa, and turning to the tv as far as she could, she sat.
Taylor began striping his shirt off.
"Ow!"
She spun around.
"You okay?"
Taylor blushed. His shirt was half way up.
"Fine, just, my hands."
She frowned.
"Here you big oaf."
She reached over, pulling the soaked shirt up over his head.
Tugging it away from his hair, she threw it onto the tile kitchen floor.
He reached down to get Jeremy's dry shirt from the floor where he had dropped it.
Sitting up, he handed it to Mercy, who, as hard as she was trying, couldn't stop the red tint that appeared on her cheeks.
"Mercy's emberassed."
"Am not."
Grabbing his chin and shaking it in her hand.
He grabbed her wrists. Raising one eyebrow, he paused.
"Gonna help me put my shirt back on? Or am I going to have to leave it off?"
She smiled akwardly.
"S'okay, you can leave it off."
Isaac pulled into the empty driveway. Turning off the engine, staring over at his brothers car.
"Zac was in the back seat, using as much of the seat as his sleeping body could allow without falling off.
"I don't know, maybe he came over to see if we were here."
"I hope those two aren't fighting."
He felt some warm rush flow over his body. Slowly dropping her wrists, and leaning foreward, he kissed her.
Not moving away, she let him.
Zac slowly rose, rubbing his eyes and unbuckling his seat belt.
"Whattttt?"
"We're home...come on."
Zac climbed out of the car, letting a shrill giggle out as the cold rain hit his back.
The three ran to the door rubbing their arms as Dorin reached for the handle.
Isaac was just about the same, although, not nearly as large.
All Zac did was let out a high pitched squeal and clapped.
She called me Tay! Not Taylor! Not Taylor hanson! and she said Later! Not Good bye! not until we have to meet again! And she said it nicely!
Silence held Mercy's car for a while.
"How was the movie?"
"We'll be back tonight. Probably around ten."
The rain came in torrents, the wind making it much colder then it should have been. Taylor's windsheild wippers were moving as fast as they could, and still not keeping his windsheild waterless.
I smell wetness.
"What is Taylor doing here?"
The two sat for a moment, Taylor's hands still gently grasping her wrists, and Mercy still staring back into his eyes.
"Zac, get up, we're home."
Neither of them had heard the car pull up through the short blasts of thunder, and as a result,
Taylor pulled her closer.
Dorin's eyes popped nearly out of the socket at the sight of his sister and taylor.
