Rollercoaster Love.

Chapter 2.

"Elle, are you listening to me?"

I can't count the amount of times I've had that sentence directed to me. And the answer always seems to be no. Just as it is tonight. I've been lost in my own thoughts that disappeared as soon as I snapped out of them, slowly twirling my fork in my food. I hadn't realized my mother was talking to me. I shake my head because the truth is, I was not listening to her at all.

"No, she's too busy spelling Keaton's name in her mashed potatoes." My sister says, laughing when I blush.

"I was not," I say, but I check to make sure. (In case you're wondering, I really wasn't.)

"Yeah, Taylor tells us you're talking to famous people now." My dad shakes his head, thankfully ignoring my still-red cheeks. "I can't imagine what famous people would want with you."

"Just a member of Emblem3," I mumble, pretending it's not a big deal. "I already knew him through X Factor..."

 "Anyway," My mom says, sighing. She doesn't like being ignored. "Did you not hear a word I said?"

"Not really, no."

"She was asking what color of flowers you want." Taylor jumps in before she can continue. When I don't say anything and raise an eyebrow, she adds, "You know. For your wedding with Keaton."

"I do not like him!" I don't mean to shout it, but I do. She starts laughing. I shoot her a death glare. If she doesn't think I can get her back for teasing me, she's dead wrong. "What were you seriously saying, mom?"

"I want to know what you need from the grocery store in case I go tonight."

"Keaton," My sister answers for me, but I completely ignore her.

"We're out of cereal. Just whatever kind will do. Maybe something berry flavored."

"Alright." She rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed by Taylor as well. But I can promise she's not as annoyed as I am. "On another note, have you found anything to do for the summer?"

I shake my head. Ever since first grade, I've gone to a summer camp, but fifteen is the cutoff age unless you want to be a counselor. And I don't. Last year, they made an exception for me, because I turned sixteen two days before camp started. But this year, I'm out of luck.

"No," I answer with a sigh. "Maybe I'll just stay home. I mean, next year I'll be an adult. right? I'm probably getting too old for camp anyway." I twirl my fork in my potatoes again, chewing my bottom lip as I actually try to consider other options. "I mean, I loved that camp. It wasn't just camp in general. So... I don't know."

"You could find out if Keaton's going to go to camp for the summer," my sister comments.

"Taylor!" I offer her another death glare, wishing we were alone so I could flip her off. But my parents are sitting right there, and they obviously wouldn't approve of that. "I do not like him, okay? And Keaton wouldn't go to camp anyway."

"You sure know a lot about him to not like him." My dad grins.

"Not you too!" I sigh. "How do you think the other members of the band would like it if he left them for the summer? They're probably recording and having local shows anyway. I mean, he'd be stupid to go to camp. And I doubt he's into that anyway."

"You would know."

"Okay, Taylor, enough!" My mom stands up, picking her plate up and raking her leftovers into the trash. "Leave your sister alone. It's really sexist that she can't have a friend who's a boy without everyone teasing her over whether or not she likes him."

"Sexist," my dad mutters under this breath.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing dear," he says, smiling kindly when my mom eyes him from the sink.

"That's what I thought," she replies, turning away. But I'm barely listening, nibbling on my thumbnail, because truth be told, I'm imagining how much fun summer camp would be with Keaton.