Time of Our Lives

Pilot

 (Taylor's P.O.V)

I walked downstairs and, plopped down on the brown leather couch, and flipped through the t.v channels. I found a show about how to make apple pie, and I settled my attention on the flat screen in front of me. I heard soft singing coming from the upstairs bathroom and guessed that it Grace was taking a shower, she insisted she couldn't sing, but her voice told otherwise.

I live in a house with my best friend Grace, her parents, and her brother Titan. I have lived with them for 5 years now, and have had a hell of a time. Grace's parents are on a trip to Hawaii and will be there for at least another month. In that time, our best friends Dillon and Bailey have been sleeping at the house. It's fun most of the time, but can get a little crowded. even though Grace's house used to be a big foster center, and it has like a bazillion rooms.

Me and Grace's rooms are only one door apart. (You would think after six years we would get sick of each other, but we surprisingly are still best friends.) Titan's  room is straight across from mine, Grace sleeps across the hallway from me, while Grace's parents sleep at the end of the hall.

Grace's house has eleven bedrooms, an upstairs, downstairs, basement, and garage. Not to mention the huge living room, and kitchen, with a walk in food closet.

Grace's dad is a business man for a very famous oil company, and her mom is a lawyer. Their family makes a decent amount of money, which they need to maintain their house, and all the bills that comes with it. 

I got up from the couch, and went into the kitchen, I decided the TV was making me hungry, so I made a decision on popcorn. Bailey was leaned over a computer looking at spoilers to the next season of Supernatural. "Why do insist on watching that show when you already know what's going to happen?" I asked as I grabbed a bag of popcorn, "I only look at the spoilers, so I can prepare myself for the next episode, that way I won't be too emotionally destroyed when the next season comes out." He said in a matter-of-fact tone. I rolled my eyes and put the popcorn in the microwave, and turned to walk out of the kitchen, when Bailey shouts "You can't leave popcorn in the microwave and walk away! It will burn!!" I rolled my eyes once again, and kept walking. I almost got into my room, but as soon as I stepped into the hallway I heard Titan banging on the bathroom door screaming, "you're going to use all the hot water!! Get out!!" "Can't a girl clean herself without getting yelled at?!" Grace shouted back at him. I sighed, got my phone, a blanket, and a hair tie, and went back downstairs. I heard the microwave beep, as finished putting my hair in a messy bun. I stepped into the kitchen, and opened the microwave. A terrible smell filled the air, I waved away the smell as fast as I could. Bailey covered his nose and mouth with his elbow, and fanned away the scent.  "Just because it's burnt didn't mean it's inedible." I said, knowing what he was thinking. I took a bite, and cringed, I knew I wouldn't want it. He just stuck his tongue, I repeated the gesture right back at him, as he closed the laptop and walked out of the kitchen fanning away the smell as he went.

I poured the popcorn into a plastic bowl, wrapped the blanket around myself, and put my phone in my pocket. I grabbed the bowl, and lightly seasoned the popcorn with garlic salt. I sat back down on the leather couch, and popped a piece of the overcooked popcorn in my mouth and chewed it with a sour face. The show had changed from showing how to make apple pie, to a tutorial about baking almond cookies. I watched the show, and ate my gross popcorn.

                                                                                           (Grace's P.O.V)

  I turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower.  I squeezed the water out of my hair, and wrapped a white towel around my damp body. I stepped out of the bathroom, and almost made it to my bedroom before an enraged Titan shoved passed me, "Finally! You better not have used all the hot water!!" He shouted as he stormed passed me, almost knocking my towel off. I rolled  eyes, and pushed my bedroom door open, and put on a Harry Potter sweatshirt and yoga pants. I fixed my hair in a bun, grabbed my phone, and walked downstairs. 

      Taylor was sitting on the couch and eating popcorn, which I could tell was burnt from the smell. I wrinkled my nose at the foul scent, "oh shut up!" She said sassily, "I didn't say anything," I replied, knowing what she meant. She rolled her sparkling blue eyes, and ate another piece of popcorn. I was always a little jealous of her eye colour, it was such a beautiful shade of sapphire, plus her eyelashes were really long, it's a shame they aren't very dark. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Taylor asked, as I realized I had been staring at her the whole time. I shrugged, and sat down on the couch beside her. "Oh my god somebody shoot me I am so bored!!" Taylor said, rolling her head to the back of the couch, "one day Taylor, you are going to say that, and someone really will shoot you." Dillon said, I hadn't noticed he had walked in until now, he was good at sneaking up on people, he always has been. "Whatever" Taylor replied. "Want to go on a run?" Taylor suggested, "too lazy," I replied, "want to do prank calls?" She asked, "those quit being funny in 9th grade." I said with a shrug. At this moment, Bailey walked in with a towel on his shoulders, and swimming shorts on. "Are you going swimming?" Me and Taylor asked at the same time, we looked at each other and started giggling. "So you guys know each other so well, you can mentally communicate now?" Dillon asked, we looked at each other and said "sure" in unison. Me, Taylor, and Dillon busted out laughing, and Bailey just shook his head, "To answer the previous question, I am going to the beach to look at hot beach babes." Bailey said, smiling. Grace scoffed, and Taylor giggled. "Do you think  we could come with you?" Taylor asked, "sure, but there better not be any sand in my car!" He warned as he walked downstairs to the basement, to look for an umbrella. 

      I was getting ready, and putting on my swimsuit, when Titan knocked on my door. "What is it?" I screamed through the crack in the door, "Is it okay, if I have some friends over, until mom and dad get home?" He screamed back. "How many friends?" I asked, "two" He answered impatiently. We worked out the details, and they would be here by noon tomorrow. In the meantime, I need to get a tan. I finished getting ready, and walked back downstairs.

       

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A/N: Hey, this is my very first story, and I will need some help, so if you have any advice, feel free to share! The story starts out slow, but I promise it gets better. Just please keep reading, thanks!! ~BrokenSanity