Amy was in her hotel room that she shared with Isaac, Taylor, and Zac, reading a book that her father had gotten her for her birthday, when Taylor walked into the room, dripping wet with his bathing suit on.
"Went swimming?" Amy asked, grinning.
"Uh huh… Teenies… Must escape… "Taylor pretended to fall on the bed next to Amy, spreading his arms out dramatically, one across Amy's chest. Amy pretended to be offended, slapping Taylor lightly across his face.
"What? I was only trying to be cute with my favorite girl." Taylor smiled, kissing Amy lightly on the cheek.
"Well then, in that case…" Amy smiled, returning the kiss, then rolling over onto her stomach, almost on top of Taylor. "Monkey does not like you…" She mumbled. Taylor looked at her strangely, then kissed her again, putting his arms around her.
Minutes later, both of the shirts were discarded onto the floor, and things were really starting to heat up, when Zac walked into the room, also dripping wet.
"Hey you guys… If mom or dad caught you like that, you'd both be grounded for a month." Zac stated simply, throwing a shirt on and tossing Amy and Taylor back their own.
Taylor muttered thanks, while Amy nearly died of embarrassment. She quickly threw her baggy Harley Davidson shirt back on, then got back to reading her book, while Taylor dried off and put some real cloths on.
" Mind if I turn on the radio?" Zac asked. Amy shrugged, and Zac flipped the on switch, just hearing the end of a news bulletin.
"… To L.A. crashed early last week in the Pacific Ocean, way off course from where the plane should have been. There have been no reported survivors…"
Amy gasped. Throwing down her book and sitting bolt upright, she almost screamed. Zac fell to his knees in fear, almost choking.
"What if it's Kendall?"