Bad Intentions

six.

I got to Miami pretty early, and when got to the house, everyone had been still sleeping besides dad. He had been moving around the house, setting up breakfast, preparing the lunches, and even making sure the dogs had been fed.

"You caught an early flight to Miami for once," dad joked, laughing at how I rolled my eyes. He placed down the rag he had been cleaning the counter with and came and wrapped his arms around me for a hug. "Glad you made it." He smiled.

"I wanted to surprise them before they headed off to school. It would be nice if I took them, so you can relax a while before work." I stated, knowing that would be much needed for him.

"They'd love that, and I would too," he sighed, throwing the rag into the sink.

"When do they wake up?" I asked, walking over to the kitchen and helping him with the breakfast.

"Fifteen and ten minutes."

"Taylor is waking up in fifteen because she takes the longest huh?" I guessed.

"You know it, she gets it from you." He laughed, flipping over the bacon.

"I only took long because my hair. Other than that I was good." I explained to him, remembering how I used to take forever in the bathroom. That was only because my hair didn't want to cooperate with me. That's all.

"So have you written anything yet?" He asked me, pulling out the dishes.

"Ugh," I sighed, rolling my eyes, grabbing the plates from him. "Not yet. Scooter doesn't want me too."

"That's a bit strange. Wouldn't you think?"

"Well, I mean yeah. But I'm pretty sure there's a reason behind what he's doing." I said, thinking positively on why he doesn't want me to record the album. Maybe he wants my name to be cleared out of the media before I do anything.

"I'm tell you Lauren, he's focusing on his other artists right now. He's doubting you that's all. That man's a joke." He huffed, placing the food on the plates.

"You never know what he has in store though." I started, placing the plate on the table. "Plus, you've always thought that about him."

"He just needs to stop ignore your talent and let you do what you want. You need your freedom. You need to express yourself in the way you want too, not the way he wants you too."

He did have a point. For the past couple of years I haven't really had say in what I wanted to do. Scooter did all the talking for me. Obviously he was doing a good job since I was at a good point in my career. But I just followed what he had done. Half the time I didn't even know what was going on, I just went with it.

"I just need to be inspired to write this song. I really want to release something, but you know." I smiled sadly.

"You have so many unreleased songs," he paused once he same my face already knowing the answer was no. "That was an amazing time period of your life. Just saying."

"And I'd like to be the only who knows about it, just saying." I replied, knowing that those songs are probably not going to get released at all. I want to keep them to myself. I'm not ready to share them with the world honestly.

Couple minutes later, Chris and Taylor came downstairs and they both came up to me and hugged me.

"Dad didn't tell us you were coming!" Taylor exclaimed, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing her plate of breakfast.

"Well I thought I should surprise you guys this morning," I said, watching the two shove each other wanting the last bit of orange juice. I chuckled at them as the argued who had the most the other day. "I'm taking you guys to school if you don't mind."