Isaac looked down at his watch. It was almost two o' clock. He looked over at his mother. She was deep in conversation with Mrs. Anderson. He hated to interrupt her, but they really had to be going. He got up and walked over to where she was sitting.
"Mom? Mom?" he said, tapping her on the shoulder. She turned to face him.
"Yes, dear? What do you want?" she asked.
"It's almost two, Mom. We really need to get going," Isaac replied.
"Oh, gosh...I almost forgot. Cari, would you and the girls like to come see the boys perform on Rosie O'Donnell?" Diana asked, turning to her friend.
"I'd love to, but you'll have to ask the girls if they want to," Caroline replied. "Andie, Marilla, Abby? Would you like to go see the boys perform on the Rosie O'Donnell show?" Andrea looked across the table at her twin. She shook her head no. Marilla gave her a pleading look. Andrea shook her head no again. Marilla nodded her head yes in disagreement with Andrea.
"Aunt Caroline, we'd love to," Marilla said. Andrea kicked her under the table. "Ow! That hurt!" Marilla stood up and rubbed her shin.
"I really don't want to be around Taylor any more than I have to," Andrea mumbled into her ear. "He's an immature little pervert that keeps trying to make a move on me, and I really don't want to have to slap him again."
"Oh, get over it! At least it shows that your favorite Hanson likes you," Marilla said, fishing through her tiny purse for a tube of lipstick.
"Understand this: he was my favorite Hanson. Not anymore," Andrea responded.
"Bullshit! You still like him, and you know it. Not only do you like him, you want him." Marilla finally found her lipstick. "Ah-ha! Just admit it, Andie. You find him extremely intriguing. Even Isaac noticed it."
"What?! When did he say this?" Andrea exclaimed. "After I slapped Taylor, Isaac barely said one word to you! Come on!"
"I could just tell by the look on his face when you slapped Taylor."
"Oh, shut up, Lilla," Andrea said.
"Bite me!" Marilla responded. Andrea flipped her off. "Oh, so you do know those kind of words! I thought I was the only one, Miss Perfect." Andrea rolled her eyes and walked off. Isaac walked over to Marilla.
"Is she always that grouchy?" Isaac asked her.
"No, not usually. She's just pissed off because I called her bluff. She does like Taylor. A great deal, I might add," Marilla replied. She linked arms with Isaac.
"How can you tell?" Isaac asked.
"She wouldn't get that mad over just any guy," Marilla responded. "Besides, she's been pining for Taylor since the first time she heard your music and saw his face. It's only a matter of time before she takes things into her own hands."
"Yeah, well, you don't know Tay. He won't let her. It'll have to be his way or the highway when it comes to your sister. He knows more about girls than you might think," Isaac said. Taylor walked up to Andrea and put his arm around her. She stomped on his foot and walked off, leaving Taylor yelping in pain. Isaac and Marilla looked at each other and started laughing. They walked out to the limo.
"Okay, you'll hear Rosie announce you, then the cameras will pan over to you. That's when you start," the stage director said. "Okay?"
"Yes, sir," the three boys replied.
"Now off to your dressing room. You won't be on for another thirty minutes. We'll call for you when it's time," the man instructed.
"Okay," Isaac said, leading the other two away. "So, Tay, what do you think of Andrea?"
"She's alright, but a little violent. And she's gorgeous, which makes up for her faults," Taylor answered.
"What faults? You offended her, plain and simple. You deserve what you get!" Isaac responded. "In my opinion, she's a little ditsy."
"No, in your opinion, you think her sister is better looking and just all around...better," Taylor retorted.
"May I say something?" Zac asked.
"No, you may not," Taylor said.
"Oh, Tay, shut up. Let Zac talk. What is it, little guy?" Isaac said, smiling at his brother.
"One, don't call me little guy. I'm almost as tall as you now, remember?" Zac said. "And two, I think you're both insane. Neither of the girls is really that pretty. And their identical twins, so there's no point in comparing them. They look the same! They're ugly!" Taylor gave Zac a dirty look as he ran off.
"Come here you!" Taylor said, as he chased off after Zac. He finally managed to pounce on top of him. He held Zac's head between his legs. "You repeat after me: ‘Andrea and Marilla are the prettiest girls I've ever seen.' "
"No! I won't!" Zac said, his face turning red from the lack of oxygen reaching his head. Taylor squeezed harder. "Alright! Stop it! I give! Andrea and Marilla are the prettiest girls I've ever seen!"
"And the nicest?" Taylor asked.
"Yes, yes! Now let me go!" Zac exclaimed. Taylor stood up, getting off of Zac. Zac got up and ran off toward the dressing room.
"Nice of you to say that, Taylor," said Andrea. Taylor turned around to see Andrea standing there.
"You saw all of that?" Taylor choked out.
"Yes," Andrea said. She walked up to him until she was nose to nose with him. "You're really not that bad after all."
"You think so?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah," she replied. He could feel her breath on his face.
"So does this mean that you might want to do what I suggested earlier?" Taylor said.
"Well....no!" Andrea said, kicking him in the balls. "Just when I thought you might actually be nice, you have to go and bring that up again? Pervert!" She stomped off.
"So, I guess that means that you might want to later?" Taylor asked.
"Hell no! Never!" Andrea said. She continued to walk off, as he lay there on the ground in pain.
"Oh, yeah...she wants me. She wants me bad!" Taylor said to himself.
"So, you're still here?" Isaac said, walking into the waiting room. Marilla sat on the couch, with her legs crossed, reading a magazine.
"Yep. You knew I would be," Marilla said. "So, what song are you playing for the show?" She put down the magazine.
"A song called Ever Lonely. And then we're playing a song off of our new album. I think you'll like it, even if you hate our music," Isaac responded. "Do you still want to go back to hotel after the show and watch Hamlet?"
"Sure, I guess," Marilla replied. "But can we stop somewhere and get something to eat?"
"Well, we could go back to the hotel and just order pizza...or something else if you don't like that. We have room service, you know," Isaac said.
"Where are you staying at?" Marilla asked.
"The Grand Hyatt, downtown. It's near Hard Rock Café," Isaac answered. "They have great food. And I don't mind paying."
"Alright. Sounds good," Marilla said. "It's a date...I mean it's....."
"I know what you mean," Isaac said. "But if you don't mind my asking, why don't you date?"
"Well...it's kind of a long story. See I dated this guy named Bobby. He was a real jerk, an extreme womanizer. And he still is to this day. And he really hurt me. A lot," Marilla explained. "Ever since then I made a decision not to date."
"Because you don't want to get hurt again?" Isaac asked.
"That, and because I just don't have time for it. I have enough to do already, having school, playing soccer, and my job. It's just one less thing I have to worry about. Understand?" Marilla asked.
"But how are you ever going to find that one special person if you don't date?" Isaac asked.
"When and if I do find that person, I'll just know. Like magic. There will be a spark," Marilla replied.
"Oh...a spark," Isaac said, as though he understood. He looked over at her. The was an eyelash on her cheek. "Hold on a sec, you have an eyelash on your cheek." He reached over and touched her cheek. POP! "Sorry, I didn't mean to shock you."
"That's okay...it's just static electricity. No harm done," she said quietly. "Did you get it?"
"Yeah," Isaac said, holding his finger up to show it. She put her finger against his.
"Close your eyes and make a wish," she said. Isaac closed his eyes and began to think hard. I wish that you would fall in love with me, he repeated over and over to himself. "Open your eyes and pull your finger away." Isaac opened his eyes and looked down at his finger. "Did you get the eyelash?"
"Yeah, I did. What does it mean?" Isaac asked in a whisper.
"Your wish will come true," Marilla said. I hope so, but I might have to work for it, he thought.
