The Hanson’s woke up in their hotel in Maimi about a week later. Taylor was passed out on the sofa while Isaac and Zac were both sleeping. Mrs. Hanson walked in their room.
“You need to get up now” she said pulling open the curtain to let in the bright Flordia sun.
“But its noon, I need more sleep” whinned a sleepy Zac
“Im sorry but you guys have a show tonight, and what’s wrong with Taylor? He looks dead” said Mrs. Hanson walking over to him and shacking his arm, getting no response.
“He had a little to much to drink last night” said Isaac getting up and closing the curtian.
“Well, your father and I are going to have to have another talk with him” said Mrs. Hanson walking towards the door. “Hurry up you have a lunch date with Marion and Marit at two.”
“I really don’t feel like spending any extra time with them” said Isaac walking into the bathroom to take a shower.
“Why the hell not?” asked Zac “They are some fine looking chicks”
“Yeah, well I have a girlfriend”
“Whatever man” said Zac hitting Taylor with his his size 13 shoe to try to wake him up. He knew that Taylor sefentily didn’t want to miss the lucnch date.
“Get the hell off me” screamed Taylor throwing Zac shoe across the room.
“Don’t hurt me” pleaded Zac
“Now what do you want?”
“We have a lucheon with Marit and Marion in about an hour.” siad Zac with a grin forming on his face.
“That just great. I smell like shit and I have a hangover and you want me to go eat with that chick Marit” said Taylor rubbing his head. “Where’s the asprin?”
“How should I know, go ask mom”
“Has anyone ever told you that your a lot of help?”
“No”
“I wonder why?” said Taylor stumbling to get up and going over to the bathroom door. “And who the hell is in the shower now?”
“Isaac” said Zac, he decided that it would be best if he just stuck to one word answers for awhile.
“I smell Isaac, so move your fat ass a little faster so I can get a shower this century” screamed Taylor pounding on the door just as Isaac stepped out in his green robe.
“Its all yours” he said slamming the door against the wall and heading over to his suite case to find some clothes to wear. “Is he okay?”
“He is in his, I-have-a-hangover-so-leave-me-the-hell-alone-and-I-have-to-go-see-a-hot-chick-smelling-l ike-shit mood, thats all”
“Okay as long as its nothing serious.” said Isaac finally picking his black tank top and dark jeans.
“Yeah, its nothing serious” said Zac, but deep down inside he knew that his brother had a problem, and it was a bad problem.