[.Chapter 10.]
Birthday Morning
Emily's Point of View
It was morning, the day of our seventeenth birthday. Finally, the day has come. I woke up with yawn at seven in the morning, but everyone was still asleep including my sister, so I decided to take a stroll to the Hanson boys' room in my pajamas. When I got to their suite I softly knocked on the door. No one answered. I knocked again, only this time a little harder. Still, no one answered. After five long minutes of knocks and no responses, someone came to the door. "Who is it?" A sleepy voice asked. "It's me, Em!" I replied. The door slowly opened and there stood Zac. He was wearing boxers and ducky slippers. The sight of him half-naked, with hair messed up, sleepy eyed and with ducky slippers sent me into hysteria. I was holding my stomach and cracking up. "What's wrong?" he asked. "It's nothing, it's just that you look so funny!" I managed to say through fits of giggles. "Oh please, I can't look that bad." Said Zac and went into the bathroom to look at him self in the mirror. A second later, laughter came out of the bathroom as well. There we were Zac and I, laughing like two idiots. We were making so much noise that Taylor. "What's all this commotion about?" Tay asked. His eyes were still closed and he wasn't wearing a shirt. When he finally saw me he almost died from embarrassment. "Oh my god! Hey birthday twin! What are you doing here?" He asked surprised. "I came to visit you cause I'm bored and too lazy!" I said. "Yea I can see, you're still wearing a tank top and boxers!" Zac pointed at me. "Can you guys shut-up and let me sleep for at least another hour?" Isaac screamed. "You're a potato head!" Zac said and tossed a pillow at Ike's head. His brother was too sleepy to respond. "Let's go chill on my bed." Tay offered. "It's right this way!" he pointed. Taylor had a huge queen sized waterbed. I got on it and started bouncing. "Can I do that?" I asked. "Yea, watch, let me help!" Tay said. He hopped on the bed and started jumping! "You ass, you're gonna break it!" Zac screamed. "It's made out of fat rubber! Kind of like your skin!" Tay screamed back! "Flubber and rubber is a big difference!" Zac disagreed. Their fights were always so amusing to watch. "Okay you two doo doo heads! Break it up!" I ordered. "Yes mommy!" Tay joked and jumped onto the floor. "Ooh! Isn't someone flirting?" Zac teased. "Shut up Zac!" Taylor said and got tomato red. "So what if I want him to flirt? What if I'm flirting too?" I asked. "Umm, I don't know. All I want to do is sleep so goodbye!" Zac said and ran to his own bed. "So I guess it's me and you alone again?" Taylor asked quietly. "Yep! What do you want to do?" "You want the truth?" "Yea, I hate liars!" "Well then…" Taylor began and then stopped. "I want to…wish you a very happy seventeenth birthday honey!" With that he pulled out an envelope from under his pillow. In it was a card. "To a great friend on a special day! May your year be full of love and happiness. Love, Tay." It read. Inside the card was a ticket and a VIP pass for that night's Hanson concert "Thanks." I said with a half-smile on my face. "Is something wrong?" Taylor asked. "Well actually, yes." I began to explain. "Tay, I have known you for the past three days, and I know it's not much, but it was enough for me to grow incredibly attracted to you. In the card it said that you only consider me a friend, and that makes me upset." "Look Em, it's like this…" Taylor sighed. "I don't like to rush into things and three days isn't enough for me to get to know a person. And to tell you the truth another three days won't make a difference. I really do like you, you're cute and you have a nice personality and I am attracted to you as well. But I think it would be better to be just friends for now and let the future decide the rest." With that Taylor bent over and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I smiled. If friendship was what it would take to win his heart, then friendship it would be. With a quick "See you later." I went back to my hotel room where everyone was still sleeping.
