AN: This was done for rentinspired over on livejournal. Go check it out! There's a link on my profile.

I haven't seen Taylor since I moved out, years ago. I finally decided to track her down and amend my one regret. Mimi and I are always preaching "forget regret" while I still haven't spoken to my family since I came out to my mom and step-dad. They were devastated. The next day, they kicked me out and I moved to New York. I never heard from them again. Collins has told me time, and time again to reach out to them and find out how they're doing. They're probably doing wonderfully without me, but here I am; waiting for my step-sister, in this little coffee shop. I sent her a picture of myself out of drag. I'm not sure what her stance is on my sexuality so I thought it would be best for me to be out of drag.

I have no idea what she looks like anymore. How will I know it's her? What will she think of me? What will we talk about? Oh my god, this was a bad idea!

I was almost ready to get up and leave when I heard a familiar voice.

"Angel?"

I looked up to see Taylor's warm and energetic face. She looks almost identical to from what I remember, but she's definitely developed into a very lovely and mature woman.

"Taylor. It's good to see you again."

I motioned for her to sit down. She sat hesitantly. This was going to be an awkward talk.

There was an uncomfortable silence. I decided to break the ice first.

"How are mom and dad?"

She seemed relieved that the silence was broken.

"They're great. Dad finally retired from that stuffy desk job and mom's garden won some prizes."

"That's great!"

Silence. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought. The silence continued. This time, Taylor broke it.

"Angel, I have to be honest with you. Mom and dad don't know I'm here with you. They got the letter and mom burst into tears. Dad got really angry, ripped it up and threw it away. I went and picked out the pieces and read it. I wrote back to you and told mom and dad that I went out with friends. It's been five years since you left and I want to know why. They won't talk about it and I want to know. "

What? She doesn't know? How could they not tell her? Were they that ashamed of me, they wouldn't even tell Taylor?

"…You don't know? They never told you?"

She shook her head. She looked like she was about to cry, but angry at the same time.

"Taylor, I really don't think-"

"Tell me the truth Ang! I'm 15! I can handle it! I want to know why my sweet, 17 year old step-brother left home with no warning. What did you do to get both our parents so upset they won't talk about it? How could you leave without saying goodbye to me? You just left! You never called or anything! And then we get this letter out of the blue! What happened? I need to know!"

Tears were streaming down her face. "Please Angel. I'm begging you. What happened? And don't spare me any details because you think you're protecting me."

I looked at her sad face and sighed.

"If you want to know the truth, then here it is. I'm gay."

A look of shock came over her face.

"Do you get it now? That's why mom and dad don't talk about me anymore. They're ashamed. They were devastated by the news. They kicked me out the next day. I don't know how they kept it form you, but now you know the truth. I understand if you don't ever want to see or speak again, but Taylor…please. Say something; anything."

Taylor mulled this over for a moment. I started to brace myself in case of an explosion of insults and anger. I started thinking of Collins and how much I wish he was here to help me.

"What's his name?"

No backlash? Maybe this won't be so bad…

"You wouldn't have done this unless you had someone who really cared about you and could take care of you in case this all went south."

I smiled. "You're still the smart cookie I remember."

"And you're still the infamous question-avoider I learned to be annoyed with. What's his name?"

"Tom Collins. But he prefers Collins. He's a philosophy professor at NYU."

"Do you love him?"

"With all my heart. I've never happier than when I'm with him. He makes me feel like I matter. I feel like our love is real. Not the unnatural abomination the rest of the world seems to see it as. People have said that love isn't worth fighting for. He's proved them wrong. Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, and risking everything for."

My voice was starting to crack from emotion. Taylor just smiled and nodded understandingly.

"I wish I could feel that way. I'm just stuck at home with nobody who really cares about me. All my friends have found some way of being happy, but me, life's passing me by. All I can do is hope that there's someone out there you can understand me. You're so lucky you've already found Tom."

"Tell you what. How about I introduce you the rest of my new family here in New York?"

Her eyes light up.

"Do you really mean it?"

"Yeah! Just call mom and tell her you're going to be out later than usual. If she's at all like I remember, she'll freak out as soon as you're a minute late."

Taylor laughed. "You're right." She went to go call. I got the bill and she came back two minutes later.

"Did Mom say it was ok for you stay out?"

"Yep!"

"Ok. Let's go!"

And so we went. Two siblings reunited.

I'm debating whether I should try to continue it so Taylor can meet the rest of the Bohos... What do you guys think?