The second Kloss-sister

8. Running

Actually, Taylor hated running. Like really, really hate. It was annoying, it was exhausting like heck and it still took an eternity to get somewhere, because humans alone, were quite slow. Running was inefficient. It was pure torture. It took only five minutes of running for Taylor to make her feel like someone hat set fire to her lungs, and about ten to make her feel like she could throw up any second. That usually was the point where she had to stop, otherwise she had to fear to get a heart attack or get so dizzy and nauseous, that she would collapse onto the pavement. Both not really a good option.

Okay maybe that partly might be because she wasn't exactly in the best shape, it wouldn't probably be so hard if she would work out more. Or maybe work out at all.

Maybe then she wouldn't have the urge to throw up so quickly and maybe she would be able to run a little longer than just five minutes, but again, she hated running. It was a never ending cycle: she hated running, because it was so exhausting. It was so exhausting, because she never did it. She never did it because she hated running. And so on.

There was only one good thing that Taylor could find about it. It was a good way to get her head to shut up. It was great for when she was feeling anxious and had to get the adrenaline out of her body, or when she was feeling mad and had to calm down again.

Just like she did at this Saturday morning.

Waking up just in time for breakfast, she had been in a pretty good mood. She had also been in a pretty good mood during breakfast, which consisted of a lazy bowl of cereal and a crossaint that Austin had been nice enough to pick up from the store this morning. It had been a miracle, normally Austin wouldn't even eat breakfast, but instead sleep until it was almost time for lunch.

From breakfast on, it had gone downhill though. Her mum had yelled at her for not making her bed ("Why do you even care? It's my bed!" "As long as you are living under my roof, you will be following my rules, young madam!"), then her cat had given her a nasty scratch (ironically she had put a kitten band-aid over it) and she had even manage to loose her keys.

But all of this hadn't been the worst part. The worst part had been when, shortly after she had finally found her keys, that had somehow fallen under her bed, or most likely been pushed there by one of her cats, that Austin had managed to break the bottle of her favourite perfume.

She had insisted that the boy would buy her a new one, but her brother had been stubborn, crossing his arms in front of her chest. "No? That shit is expensive."

"Yeah, and you broke it.", Taylor countered, her arms also crossed in front of her chest. Why did he have to be so annoying?

"So what? It was almost empty anyways!", Austin had yelled.

Taylor had laughed at that sarcastically. They had been now both yelling at each other, their parents had been probably standing in the kitchen, hoping that they would not get pulled into this fight. Taylor could almost hear them talking about them and for some reason it had made her even more mad. "ALMOST EMPTY?! There was at least a quarter in it!"

"Oh now you are getting ridiculous. If anything it was an eighth." Austin had shot back, an annoyed look on his face.

"Even if, do you know how long an eight lasts? I wouldn't have to buy a knew bottle until next month! "

"Ohmygod.", Austin had groaned and pressed his hands onto his face, only to put them away again to yell at his sister. "That wouldn't have lasted a single damn week!"

"How do you know? You don't even fucking use perfume!"

"Yes, because I am not so ugly that I need to cover it up by smelling good!"