Chapter one hundred and fifty:

Jenna was standing in front of the closet in the spare room at the Hanson’s house. Becky had removed all of her clothes and put them in her suitcase which was now sitting by the door. Jenna stood looking at her own clothes with her hands on her hips. She didn’t even know where to begin.

She glanced at her suitcase, which was laying open on her bed, then back to her clothes.

“Jen?” Becky appeared beside her. “Want some help?”

“Yes… err… I mean, no. I’m alright, really.” Jenna shook her head. She wondered if her brain was staging a coup and creating a mutiny inside her head.

Becky pushed her suitcase over a bit and sat down on the edge of Jen’s bed. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just packing.” Jenna forced a smile and stood, still staring at her clothes.

Becky raised her eyebrows and looked at the empty suitcase. “You don’t seem to be trying very hard…”

Jenna quickly removed a pair of jeans from a hanger and tossed them into her suitcase.

“How was your day? Tay said you went to the mall.” Becky asked curiously.

Jenna sighed and turned around. She walked quickly to the door and shut it. “It was fine… It was… great. I don’t know. I actually had a really good time… I mean, he was really sweet and…. Non-Taylor-ish, you know? He did everything I wanted to do, and was… charming…”

“Really?” Becky made a face, wrinkling her nose. “What’s that like?”

Jenna sighed heavily and sat down on Becky’s bed. “I think I’m going crazy. I mean, I was with Taylor. He’s the guy who acts stuck up and has random flings with fans and…. Who looks better in pink than I do. And I was… I was totally attracted to him.”

Becky’s jaw dropped. “What!?” She cried.

“Hell, don’t make that face!” Jenna groaned. “It feels weird! I like Luke. Maybe its just because things aren’t going well between me and Luke and I miss him and I just transferred those thoughts onto Taylor.”

“What are you going to do?” Becky asked, sitting forward.

“I don’t know… can I crawl into a hole and die?” Jenna lay back on the bed, covering her face with her hands.

“You’ve got to decide!”

“Luke! It’s always been Luke!” Jenna protested, sitting up.

“Yeah, but you said the other day you felt like he was pushing you away…”

“I know… I just don’t know what to do right now… this sucks.”

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Zac pushed his dirt bike into the garage and pulled the tarp over it. It had been covered in mud when he brought it back into the yard, so he had taken the time to hose it down before the mud dried.

He just needed to hose himself down, he was filthy. And he assumed he stunk too, as he was insanely hot inside the jumpsuit.

The garage door opened and Taylor came in. “Hey man, I thought I heard you come in.”

“Yup. What’s up?” Zac nodded, tucking the tarp under the machine.
”Nothing… just… hanging out.”

Zac laughed. “Right. You don’t have any hot chicks to go out with?”

“Are you kidding? We have a five am flight tomorrow. I just barely finished packing.”
”Great, so that means you’ll have more luggage than the rest of us combined?” Zac crouched down over a small snack fridge and removed two ice cold bottles of dr. Pepper. He handed one to his brother. “You know, its pretty sad when you have more luggage than Christy.”

Taylor rolled his eyes and pushed his blonde locks out of his eyes. “Well, actually, I was kind of looking for advice…”

“And Ike wasn’t available?”

“He’s not answering his phone.” Taylor sat down on a stool by his father’s work bench.

“Right.” Zac found an old drum stool and wheeled it over by his bike. “I don’t think I’ll be able to help.”

“You can. You’re in a healthy committed relationship with someone you care a lot about.”
”True.” Zac nodded, popping the tab on the soda can.

“See, I have this friend, who’s got a huge crush on someone.”

“Really? Who do you have a crush on?” Zac raised his eyebrows.

Taylor dropped his forehead into his palm. “None of your business. Just help me out, okay? Hypothetically.”

“Okay, hypothetically, who do you have a crush on?” Zac taunted.

“A friend, okay?”

“A friend? Guy or girl?”

Taylor stood. “Never mind.”

“No! No! I’ll stop, I swear.” Zac grinned.

Taylor sat down. “Okay, I have a crush on a friend… a female friend… and well… I’ve felt this way for a long time, and… well, she’s been with someone else, and they just broke up. But I was with her… recently. And I kind of… felt something…”

“Felt something other than your crush on her?” Zac questioned.

“I felt… like… like she kind of had feelings for me too. You know? A feeling.”

“And it wasn’t a hard on?”

Taylor rolled his eyes. “Never mind.”

“No, Tay, come back! I was kidding! I’ll be serious!” Zac called after Taylor as the door banged shut behind him.

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