Chapter 2

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"I guess so." I said looking at my luggage.

"I'm Nash, and you are?" he asked.

"Taylor." I shaking hands with him. Oh my god I can just imagine what my Tiffany would say.

"So I see you've met Nash!" said Elizabeth coming out of nowhere.

"Nash, go show Taylor her room, I've got some stuff to do." she said.

"Sure." he replied grabbing my guitar with a hand and holding my wrist to show me the way with the other.

"So, you play guitar?" he asked as we were going up the stairs.

"Yeah that's one of the many reasons they offered me the scholarship." I said.

"Do you want help with your packing?" he asked. He was such a sweet heart. No feelings though.

"Sure." I said.

After about 10 minutes of unpacking, I found a red crop top, Tiffany's crop top.

"Is it okay if I Skype my sister?" I asked Nash.

"Yeah, remember this is your house too." he said giving me a smirk.

I got out my new Mac and Skyped Tiffany.

"Sister!" she yelled, Nash's eyes widened, he must think she's crazy, well she is.

"Hello Tiffany. Um do you remember your red shirt?" I said.

"It is called a crop top sister, yes I do remember it and I can't find it anywhere." she said with a sad face.

"Well I found it." I said pulling it out of my bag, showing the 'crop top'.

"You have it! Ugh now how I'm I going to get it!" She said.

"Don't know, don't care." I said.

"Nash! Come here a minute!" I heard Elizabeth yell from downstairs.

"Coming!" he yelled back.

"Who was that?" asked Tiff, I forgot that Nash was still here.

"No one." I said knowing if I told her she'll probably faint.

"Ava Taylor Kings, you better tell me who that was or I'm going to fly myself over to North Carolina and kick your little ass!" she yelled. I laughed at her. I always laugh at every little thing that she does. I don't know why, I just do. Then I heard some thing fall, a phone outside my door.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Who is there?" said Tiffany.

"Bye Tiff." I said closing the laptop. I stood up to see a kid, Hayes.

"What are you doing."

I said picking up his phone.

"Thanks, and um I was just passing by." he said.

"Sure."

I said with a smirk on my cheek, probably showing my dimple.

"Guys dinner!" yelled Elizabeth.

"Let's go." said Hayes. He is just like all the pictures that my sister shows me, but you can't touch a person in pictures.

"So, Taylor, do you have any siblings?" asked Elizabeth.

"Yeah I have a twin sister, Tiffany, and I have an older brother but he's in the army." I said.

"That's great!" she replied.

'The sister part is the best though' I said to myself. Me and my sister are the best friend everyone wants to have, but you can't have her, She's mine.

We finished eating the spaghetti and I went back to my room. "Knock, knock!" Nash said opening the door. "Hey, um Nash do you mind if I call my sister right now? She loves you and I know she'll flip out if she hears your voice." I said hoping he would say yes. "Sure." I typed Tiffany's number on my phone and called and put it on speaker.

"Taylor!" he yelled.

"Tiffany seriously! You need to stop screaming. So mom told me that you put stuff in my room." I said knowing that mom didn't tell me anything about that.

"She swore she wouldn't." she said. Nash started giggling, and so was I.

"So, have you got any friends by know?" she said.

"I'm right here." said Nash looking at me.

"You have a friend. Whats your name Taylor's friend?" she said. This is the time she will faint.

"I'm Nash... Grier." he said, I started giggling hard enough that I knew Tiffany could hear me.

"You are so kidding Taylor."

"Hayes!" yelled Nash.

"What!" he replied.

"Oh. . . my. . . god! Is that the real Nash?!" She cried.

"Yes, and this is the real Hayes." Said Nash.

"How can you know them already?" she said, I could hear her crying.

"She is living with us, duh!" he said and I started laughing again.

"That is so not fair! I mean I'm good at singing too, right? Right!?"she said.

"Not better than me sister." I said. "Taylor! I want you to meet some people!"yelled Elizabeth. "Bye Tiff." I said ending the call.

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