The plane landed in London sometime around nine at night, London time.
Zac and I kissed for a little while, but it was late so really we just fell asleep soon after. Diana couldn�t believe that after we weren�t supposed to see each other was when we actually were together.
After the plane landed, Diana woke us up. I was sort of nervous, seeing a new country for the first time, and going with people who have been there countless times before.
I got my one bag and found my mom. Diana had explained everything to her, or so I�ve heard. When she first came up to me, she gave me a hug and apologized.
"You�re sorry for what?" I asked her.
"Having to let him know because of a slip-up," she said.
"Actually, mom, we�re closer now than we were before. Before we in a huge fight, and now he�s being really sweet to me."
"Oh really? Is that because what you�re doing is illegal?"
"It�s not illegal unless I sleep with him, mom," I told her. "And don�t even ask, I�m not planning on it." She shut her mouth, and walked away, getting me upset. I hate it when she just walks away. She always does, basically telling me that I�m right, but in a guilty way.
I saw Taylor walk by. He didn�t even turn to look at me, just grabbed his bag and walked away. Zac bounded up to me.
"Tay and Ike are still mad at you for that stuck up remark."
"And they�re just showing they are for being mad at me. I�ve proven my point without even trying." Zac gave me a look. "What?"
"You need to remember these are my best friends you�re talking about."
"Well, I�m telling you that your best friends are acting really babyish because of a single judgment I made of them over a subject that I really didn�t know much about. Seriously, I think y�all would lighten up a little but I guess I was wrong."
"Yeah, well I guess so."
"Don�t tell me you�re mad too, cause I thought we were doing pretty good for a while here."
"No, I�m not mad, they are and they won�t talk to you until you apologize."
"Me?" I said, holding back a laugh. "They want me to apologize to them? They should apologize to me!"
"Why?"
"For having to put up with them for all that time! It�s not easy to sit there and not say anything when your temper is raging."
"Well they don�t think so," Zac said, smiling.
"They just don�t understand, do they?"
"Come on, they�re going to leave without us." I gave him a smile and we walked out of the airport (surprised that there was no one there to scream) and into a black limo.
I sat next to Zac on one side, and on the other was Ike and Tay. This was something we did not need, another car trip with the four of us. Then the door opened and Diana stepped in.
"I�m not about to let you four stay alone anymore. We have too much to do, and we need everyone to cooperate." She sounded more like a mother now to me, rather than a friend. I guess it was because she was with her sons, and because she was mad at us.
We sat in silence for a bit, but even with Diana there we couldn�t hold out for the whole trip. "Tini, why do you bother?" Isaac asked.
"With what?"
"With the act. I know inside you�re really not little miss perfect, now are you?"
"Ike, shut up," Zac said.
"No, I want to know too," Taylor said. We were clearly divided. Me and Zac versus Isaac and Taylor. "Well?"
"Nobody�s perfect, not even you Taylor," I said.
"Nice," Tay said. "Did your daddy teach you that one?"
Diana didn�t put a word in.
"You shut up about my father."
"What�s wrong? Did he die because you had problems?" Tay said.
Diana bit her lip.
"Shut up Taylor, I�m warning you."
"Why? What are you going to do to me? You�re a twig."
"You�re worse."
Diana crossed her arms.
"I�m sure your daddy taught you how to fight too. Or did he die before you could?" My anger grew, and grew, looking at that sly smirk on his face. He seemed so innocent before. And to think I had a crush on him.
"How was you daddy?"
I jumped on him.
There wasn�t that much room in the back of the limo, but I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him down onto the seat. My voice turned into a low growl that only he could hear.
"You don�t speak about my father ever again or I will kill you, and trust me, I know how. I can be nice and do it quickly, or if you continue to be a fucker like you are right now I�ll be sure to tear off your skin inch by inch."
I gave him a punch he had been asking for with every word, and then went back to my seat.
Taylor got up and immediately turned to his mother, who had remained silent in her own position the whole time. "Mom! You�re just going to let her get away with it?" he asked.
"Taylor, you deserved it."
The limo came to a stop in front of the hotel we were staying at. The driver let Diana out first, then me and Zac got out. Zac took me inside, sensing what was coming.
He pulled me over to the corner of the hotel, away from everyone else, in the darkness. I started to cry. "Are you O.K.?" He hadn�t noticed the tears.
"No," I said, the crying now turning into sobs. He put his arms around me, pulling me close to him. I was bawling my eyes out.
I sat in the corner of the room, everyone else oblivious to my presence. It was the next morning at the hotel restaurant. I could hear Taylor and Zac talking as they ate breakfast.
The first words that came out were from Zac. "You�re a real bastard, you know that?"
"Oh really?" Tay asked. Obviously he had no care at all to what happened.
"Tini was bawling her eyes out for an hour and a half last night because of you. You�re lucky she didn�t go into shock!"
"Well, I guess I won."
"Is it really all about winning? Oh I guess I�ll make someone cry so I can win and have everything think I�m a bastard."
"Good enough for me."
"Taylor what the hell happened to you? You used to be such I great person, I always used to look up to you and I used to think you were like so great in every way. Now I look at you and your scum. I wouldn�t be you if you were the last person on this earth to choose from. It�s bad enough what you did to Tini last night, but today you�re gloating about it!"
"I have my ways."
"Yeah well fuck you, Tay. Maybe if the world knew how you actually were then there wouldn�t be Hanson, there wouldn�t be millions of girls loving you and there wouldn�t be a reason not to kill you."
Zac got up and left, while Taylor just sat there, finishing his breakfast like nothing ever happened.
I sat there like a dork, watching Taylor eat, mesmerized. I hated him so much, but not the same kind of hate I had with Zac when I first met him, this was pure hate and nothing could change that.
I don�t know how long I sat there, but I was there even after Taylor left. Other people I didn�t know occupied the seat that he sat in, two girls. I loved being able to eavesdrop and not be noticed.
"Oh my God, Taylor Hanson just sat here!" one girl said. The other girl nodded excitedly.
"I know! Isn�t that just so cool that he�s here in the hotel? He�s so hot."
"He is!"
I smiled to myself, being able to get to tell two fans how Taylor Hanson really is like in person. Pressing down my smile I walked over to them.
"I couldn�t help but overhear you two, but Taylor Hanson isn�t all that great."
"And how would you know?" one asked. I had been expecting rudeness, but I didn�t care.
"Well, it happens that I�m very good friends with the family and he isn�t very nice. I�ll gladly prove it to you."
"Is this some kind of trick?" the other one asked, suspiciously. I laughed.
"No trick. If you�ll just believe me I�ll show you." After a while, they both nodded. "Great, what�re your names?"
"I�m Kelly," one said, "and that�s Rachel." I smiled. They got up and followed me upstairs to the room we were staying in. I went over to Taylor�s room, and luckily it was right next to another hallway. I told the two girls to hide behind the corner and shut up.
I didn�t have to knock because Taylor opened up the door to leave. "Why the hell are you here?" he asked, sternly.
"Well, I heard you and Zac talking this morning. What do you think would happen if fans actually found out about the way you really are?" I asked.
"They won�t find out because you won�t tell them. I won�t tell them, Ike won�t tell them, and Zac sure the hell won�t if you tell him not to."
"What makes you think I�m going to tell him not to?"
"Because if you don�t I�ll have to take your pills." He reached in my pocket.
"Get your hand out of my pocket you pervert!" I yanked his hand out of my pocket, but he had my pills in his hand. "Oh you better give me those back, Taylor."
"No! They�re mine now."
"Tay I�ll die if I don�t have those, and you know it!"
"Well then I guess you�ll die. Maybe you�ll get lucky and you�re dad�s dead too."
"You bastard!" I told him before knocking him over and grabbing my pills. "You�re really trying to kill me by taking these, you know that. That�s murder, you can spend the rest of your life in jail."
Ike came up and saw me on him. "Oh god, please let you two be fighting," he said. I looked up to him.
"Do you have any idea what your perfect little brother did?"
"No. I�m sure you�re going to tell me anyway." I rolled my eyes, and sat on Taylor�s stomach, ignoring his pleas and cries.
"He took my pills, basically meaning if he was able to keep them I wouldn�t be able to live past tomorrow." Ike gave me a strange look.
"I thought they were just for panic attacks."
"I take another one whenever I get a panic attack but really they just help me live another day."
"Tay that is just cold," Ike said, looking down at Taylor who was desperately trying to get me off him. "Get off him, Tini." I slid off his stomach and he started coughing.
"Yeah, well so is she," Tay said, after regaining his color and composure.
"Really Tay? I�m cold? I inflict pain on you, I don�t try to kill you."
"Yeah and sitting on my stomach and blocking my air passages really isn�t trying to kill me?"
"Actually, I got off of you before you started turning colors so you should really shut up." Ike helped me up, and Taylor remained on the ground.
"Get up you dork," I said to him, and walked out of the room. I turned the corner and the two girls stood in horror. "Well, I told you he wasn�t all that great."
They didn�t say anything, just walked away in horror. I smiled, this was too easy to get out. Two fans now knew the truth, and they would tell other people, and soon everyone would know. Things like this spread fast.
Zac came out of his room, smiling. "What�re you so happy about?" I asked as he came up to me.
"Nothing."
"Are you high or something?" I asked him. He shook his head. "Are you sure? I�ve seen people high before and they look like you."
"No, I�m not high. I just found out we�re about a mile away from the Doc Marten outlet store. And my lovely yellow boots are starting to get too small."
"Oh god no!" I said, turning away. "I refuse to let you go there and get some more yellow boots!"
"Too bad." He grabbed my hand and ran to the elevator.