We pulled up into my sisters driveway, and it was a big house. Well, bigger than I could even think my sister could get.

A four car garage, a pebble driveway, and a lot of flowers in the front yard. It was stone, and at least 3 floors. My mouth gaped open like a little girl.

"Yeah... After my grandma died a year back, she gave me her house. It's pretty big, I think you'll enjoy your stay for a day." Chris smiled at me, as he turned off the yellow corvette. I stayed in the car, not having any clothing to wear.

"I, uh, need to buy clothing." I stayed sitting, and Chris facepalmed. He sighed and got back in the car.

"You are fucking lucky I love you and your sister." He started up the car, and we drove back into the street.

"Thank you Christina, and let go to the nearest Hot Topic or clothing store, I don't really care, anything that's closest. I really need to get something." I smiled, enjoying the convertible.

***

We went to a Hot Topic, and a Target. I got a new Twenty One Pilots shirt, half off, because I apparently was 'cool enough to get it half off' by the cashier. I got a new pair of jeans and blue leggings from Target, with the help of Chris.

Once we got back to his house, I was brought up to a spare bedroom, with had a bed, bookcase, and a vinyl record player.

"I know it really isn't much, but it will sustain for a day. Since its," Chris checked his phone, "6:35 PM, Kay should be home in, like, 10 minutes. Just, try to be civil around her please. Your moms death was really hard in both of you, so you know how shes feeling."

I nodded, and swatted him out. I changed into my new shirt and leggings, sighing. I flattened them out, trying to get dust off of them.

I went on my phone, and I saw I had 11 missed calls. 3 from Chris, wondering when my plane landed, 2 from Kaythen, telling me to answer Chris, and 6 from Tyler and Josh. I screenshotted it, laughing, and went onto Twitter.

A few people were asking if I was okay, and I confirmed I was, and in Austin, and a few others were saying I deserved to get a seizure. I sent them a sickly sweet response, and went onto Instagram.

I was tagged in a photo of me by Josh, in the hospital bed, looking horrible. I had a big welt on my arm, which is gone now, and the caption was heart shattering.

'She fell and had a seizure. I feel really bad. Should have been there.'

I liked the photo, and I got up, going into the bathroom. My eyes were still sunken in, like usual, and I was still pale.

I went downstairs, hearing a car pull up into the driveway. Chris was cleaning the living room, and I sat on a barstool in the kitchen, around an island.

"Chris! Where's Hayden? Is she here?" My sister called out, and a small smile crawled onto my face.

"Yeah, hi Kaythen! I'm in the kitchen!" I yelled, and I heard the clicking of high heels on the floor, and a bag dropping.

My sister was in a light yellow dress, with a black cardigan on. I smiled and hugged her.

"I'm so glad you're okay. No death, which is good. The hospital funds weren't that bad, but that's not the point." She said, grabbing my cheeks with her palms.

"You payed for my hospital funds?" I asked, as my sister backed up, and opened the fridge.

"Yeah, the portion of moms will helped. She would have want you to her better." She threw a thing of meat on the counter, and let the stove heat up.

Chris ran into the kitchen, going to aid Kaythen. I got a call from Josh, and I answered it, bracing for questions.

"Hayden, where are you?" Josh asked, sounding conceded and frantic.

"Well, I'm at my sisters," Kaythen called out hi, "my sister says hello."

"Oh my god, thank the lord. I was really scared, they said you hit your head pretty hard, maybe have short term memory loss." He sighed with relief, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm okay, I don't have any memory loss, and sorry I can't be on stage. They told me to avoid flashing lights for another day, to see if it's epilepsy." I muttered fiercely, and I heard a rustle.

"It's okay. I promise tomorrow will be fun. Just come to the tour bus at 10 or 11 tomorrow morning. We don't want to leave without you." He whispered, much quieter than before.

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I asked, getting a look from my sister and Chris. Kaythen looked concerned, knowing my romance history. Chris had some concern in his face, also knowing, but also happiness.

"I guess I am, Miss Rothwell." He laughed, and I smiled.

"Okay, I gotta go, see you later." I said into the receiver and hung up. Kaythen was still staring at me, and I frowned.

Chris cleared his throat, "You got a boyfriend again?" I nodded and smiled, thinking about Josh.

"Who is he? Do I know him? Is he nice? Is he older than me?" Kaythen asked, and I rolled my eyes, flipping my phone.

"Josh, no, yes, no." I answered, and looking up on the Internet, 'Josh Dun'. I showed her the first photo.

"Him." I slid my phone across the counter top, and she 'ahh'ed.

"Twenty One Pilots? Aren't they playing here tonight...?" She asked, looking confused. I nodded and rolled my eyes, sighing.

"Yes, Kaythen. He's in a band, and he's funny, and nice, and cool, and he makes me happy, since Finn." I sighed, and smiled at Kaythen and Chris.

"Seems like a keeper. I have to be at the buses at 10 tomorrow morning." I frowned, and Kaythen sighed.

"I can't even take you out. That's sad." She complained, and I shrugged.

"I'm tired. G'night you all." I announced, leaving the room. I jumped on my bed, didn't do anything for an hour but lay there. I fell asleep after Kaythen went to bed, but before Chris.

I dreamt pleasant dreams, but I couldn't remember any of them, except the one with Josh in it.

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Please mark out misspellings.

This one I wanted to get in, and yes! Hayden's sister who she didn't really like payed her fees.

And I like Chris. Chris is cool.