Tossing in his bed, Taylor finally fell into a restless sleep. The next morning, he woke up all ready and refreshed with a motive- To confront and tell Starla the truth. He looked over to Isaac’s bed and discovered that he had already gotten up.
‘strange’ Taylor thought, but assumed that he went downstairs for breakfast. It was ten anyway. So, he took a shower and did his normal morning necessities. Pulling on his Adidas soccer shirt, he headed downstairs.
“Hey Ike!”
“Tay, Ike went over to Starla’s” Zac replied, watching the cartoon that appeared to be “Freakazoid”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, go over there if you want to”
So without further adieu, Taylor put on his docs quickly and biked over to Starla’s Arriving at the doorstep, her dad let him in.
“Well, here’s another Hanson artist, they’re out in the backyard”
“Thanks”
Taylor said politely. Normally he would’ve been flattered, but he was more curious about what was going on to care. Quickly, he made it out back without making much commotion. Outside, he saw Starla and Isaac. Moving towards them, they kissed, Starla, with the one person he trusted the most. He yelled, all that could come out of his mouth was “NOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Suddenly Zac was in front, shaking him, his voice getting louder and louder..................
“Wha?” Taylor woke up, oblivious to what had happened.
“It was all a dream, a dream” He smiled relived.
“What’s a dream?” Zac, standing next to his brother’s bed, and wondering what was so terrifying that made him scream so loud.
“Nothing, Nothing”
Zac strugged, and replied “Come on, breakfast is downstairs!”
With that, Zac bounded downstairs. Taylor knew the dream meant something, and immediately found his mistake. He had to find out if Isaac was really lying, and if Starla felt the same about him. Taylor could only wait to find out.