If Only (Book 1)

part 14

Sana didn't intend to stay at Tzuyu's house the entire weekend. But it's Sunday afternoon and they're jumping around the living room singing I Will Always Love You at the top of their lungs. They've lost count of how many times neighbors showed up at the door demanding that they "shut the fuck up, before I call the cops."

It's not until Mrs. Jung curses them out in Korean, that they listen.

"Ok, have a good day Mrs. Jung!" Tzuyu sends the woman away with the few Korean she knows. Walking back into the living room, she gives Sana an embarrassed type of frown. "It was your fault." She decides, her voice raspy. "My fault?" Tzuyu raises an eyebrow. "You were the one screaming instead of singing."

"You were off key."

Tzuyu opens her mouth to counter, but is interrupted by the sound of her phone ringing. "Hey dad.....Wednesday? Why? O-ok...ok...bye!" She hangs up and pushes Sana's feet off the couch before reclaiming her spot. "What'd he say?" Sana asks, placing her legs on top of Tzuyu's instead. "They won't be back until Wednesday."

"What're you gonna do until then?"

Tzuyu shrugs, "I've been fine so far. It's just three more days."

Sana doesn't argue about Tzuyu's independence.

They do however, have different opinions on what is considered a "good show." Tzuyu wants to watch Criminal Minds, but Sana flips the channel to something on Disney. "It's my house." Tzuyu reminds, pulling the remote away from her. "I'm the guest." Sana reasons, and the two girls soon find themselves in a battle of the fittest.

Or, a game of tug-of-war.

"Don't be fucking rude." Sans orders in an awful Kim Kardashian impression, but Tzuyu still topples onto the floor in a fit of laughter. It seemed that's all she did when they were together.

That, or argue.

"Oh my god." She holds onto her stomach. "That was so stupid!"

Sana smiles. Only because she's in control of the T.V.

She changes it back to an episode of Hannah Montana and joins Tzuyu Who is now sprawled across the carpet, too lazy to get back up. Their eyes are glued to the screen, occasionally laughing at the lame jokes. And for the second time that weekend they feel like kids. Back when life was simple, and there were no worries. "I don't wanna grow up." Sana sighs. "But I also don't want to stay like this forever." She flips onto her side so she is facing Tzuyu, her cheek resting on her fist. "Why not? I can't wait to go off to college, and get away from here." She focuses her sight on the ceiling. "To get a job, my own house. Have a garden and maybe a wife." Her lips curve at the thought.

"That's unrealistic," Sana scoffs.

"How?"

"You're going to have a lot of bills, probably no time for a garden or social life because you'll be working all the time."

Tzuyu frowns. "Stop ruining my dream. Plus, that's little overdramatic. Don't you think?"

"It's real life, Tzuyu."

Tzuyu ponders on Sana's words. "Why don't you wanna grow up?"

"For the reasons I stated before."

"It doesn't have to be that way, you know? You can make life whatever you want."

"Not unless you have a lot of money."

Tzuyu doesn't want to fight. She simply rolls as close to Sana as she can. "Don't be so negative." She says in a child-like voice, causing Sana to giggle. "Do you want some more hot chocolate?"