Not A Decision ✓

1. Pilot

Mackenzie

"This is great Mr. Daniels, but you shouldn't have spent so much money for court side tickets," my boyfriend said. Jayden's eyes gleamed as he spoke the words, "...court side." Despite how humble he was being, it was clearly obvious that he was excited to be here.

"It wasn't any hassle, son, and call me George. Come, let's go take our seats. Mackenzie dear, could you take your little sister to the bathroom?" my father asked. He then began to walk away with my boyfriend and my brother, Frank. He hadn't even waited for my response.

"Yeah, sure dad," I mumbled to myself. I felt a small hand slip into my own and looked down at the brunette haired little girl who had the biggest of brown eyes. I couldn't help but to smile.

"Bathroom?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Are you mad, Kenzie?" she asked as we pushed past the bathroom door. She knew me too well. We walked in, and she immediately scuttled to the nearest stall, closing the door swiftly behind her.

"No, of course not. I just want Dad to like Jayden," I shamefully lied. I took a quick glance of myself in the mirror and caught a glimpse of a dark shade of hazel, an unfamiliar color to me, settling in my irises.

"I don't even know why I'm here. I don't even like basketball," my sister's voice spoke, muffled by the sound of a flushing toilet. I quietly laughed.

She trudged out of the bathroom stall and towards the closest sink. She stood on the tips of her toes, trying to reach the knobs, but she still came short. I walked over and gave her a boost.

"It's boring watching people passing the ball and throwing it," she continued. I couldn't stop laughing at her remarks. Though, she never once mentioned to us that she didn't enjoy watching basketball.

"Well, if I were you, Missy, I wouldn't say that in front of Dad." I flicked her nose playfully and settled her down onto the cold bathroom tiles. After doing so, she scurried over to where the paper towels were located.

"I know, I know," she said.

"Sophie, don't you have your iPod?" I asked. "You can listen to music instead."

"No, I left it in the car," she uttered, pouting at her seemingly careless action. Great, so that meant that the both of us wouldn't have a great time at the game.

"How about I make it up to you? After the third quarter, I'll take you down to that store you always asked Dad to take you to," I stated. A wide grin began to appear on her face. I guess listening to her random rants about how Father never had time to take her anywhere paid off.

"One Direction World!" she squealed, running towards me and hugging my waist. Even though my sister was already six years old, she will always be my little Sophie.

"Yeah, that place. I'll take you there," I promised.

She looked up, and I stared back down at her eyes. For a second, as we locked our gazes, I felt like I was looking through another set of eyes. I blinked swiftly, and it had quickly vanished. It must have been the lighting...

"C'mon Sophie, let's not keep the boys waiting."