"Where's Selena?" Liam asked his blond half-sister.
"In the room." She sighed.
"What's wrong? I haven't seen her around in a while." He asked concerned.
"Well, first, she got a good five minutes of shouting from mom which crushed her and second, she's upset, Liam."
"Grandpa just passed away if you hadn't noticed. Everybody is upset." She snapped.
It was true. Everybody was upset for sure; they just didn't really show it by going on talking about any and every subject but their grandpa. But they were still not over the fact that he's really gone for good.
"Taylor, don't talk to me like I don't care about him."
"Doesn't seem like you do."
"Well, I do, I'm sad, okay? But, I don't have to cry all the time or lock myself up in my room so you know I'm upset."
"I didn't say you have to do that, Liam." She softened for hearing the sadness in his voice, "But, you actually weren't treating him well."
"And that's what's making me even more upset than any of you."
"Why were you so mean with him?"
"I don't know, but the whole idea of getting to know the cousins doesn't seem pleasant to me and I couldn't help but blame him for having to stay with them."
"Why, Liam? They haven't harmed you in any way!"
"Taylor, they're not good. I can never forgive them." He frowned.
"Forgive them for doing what?"
"Why would I want to make up with people who don't care about me? Why would I try and be friends with them again when they are okay without me?"
"Who told you they are?"
"Well, if they actually cared, they would have tried to contact us for the last fifteen years, Tay." He rolled his eyes, "But no, none of them even tried."
"Well, most of them were too young back then, Liam. When the family started falling apart, the youngest of us were six and the oldest – Kevin was eleven." She stated angrily, "You can't blame them. If you have to put the blame on someone then it's you and Kevin. You two were the oldest… you were the most expected to try and call the others." She explained her point of view.
"Whatever." He said annoyed.
She knew there was no point to argue with him now. She knew he's not going to listen to her, at least for the mean moment.
"I'm going to see her." She sighed standing up as he just nodded.
Taylor headed upstairs to her and her sister's room. The door opened with a crack making her face the semi- dark room. Selena was sitting on her bed reading, which was a surprise; Selena never reads.
"What are you doing, Sel?"
"What does it look like I'm doing? Reading!"
"I know, I mean you never read?"
"Not never. I do read."
"So, what are you reading?"
"A fashion magazine." She answered.
"Of course." Taylor said as a matter of fact. "Sel, what's wrong with you?"
"What? What is wrong with me?"
"Um, Grandpa just died, I have to stay here for a MONTH, mom just yelled at me for God knows why… I should be thrilled, right?"
"Everybody's upset, but they're not acting bitchy." Taylor rolled her eyes.
"There she goes again," Selena rolled her eyes back, "Why can't you be mature?"
"Oh, I'm the immature now? I'm not the one who gets upset and lock myself in my room because my mother yelled at me."
"Well, she shouldn't have, I was already upset because of grandpa, and she just went off and screamed at me for nothing."
"For nothing, huh?" Taylor said, "You know what, I won't even bother talking about it for the what… billionth time?"
"I have problems, Taylor."
"I have harder problems. Ones even you don't know about." She glared at her, "And still I'm not acting like you… I'm not going off doing-"
"Stop." She yelled, "Taylor, please leave me alone now." She looked on the verge of tears.
"Alright," she knew better than arguing with her right now, "But remember I care for you, Sel." And with that she left the room just for Selena to start crying.
"Dinner is ready." Sara was scanning the house announcing these words.
Everybody was heading downstairs to the table to have dinner… dinner wasn't a pleasant meal right now; they had to share it together, it was one of Albert's structures that he only told people around him and not in the will.
Miley was heading downstairs lost in her thoughts which contained her problems with her father and his controlling self when she pumped into someone falling to the ground, she looked up to see it was Nick, she fought the argue to roll her eyes and pushed herself up and was heading away like nothing happened when he spoke.
"FYI, I wasn't laughing at you." She turned around surprised; for some reason she didn't expect him to ever say that, maybe she saw him as a jerk with no heart? Actually, this idea was formed in her mind about Nick and Liam. "I was just laughing about something happened with Joe, and it has nothing to do with you."
"Um, it's alright, I was mad anyway, I over reacted." She answered; and just with those words he just said, she changed her idea of him! You can tell now, that Miley doesn't make up her mind quickly; she changes her mind in seconds.
"Uh, we should probably head to dinner?"
"Yeah, right." She suddenly remembered as she was focused in her stupid thoughts about people and how fast those thoughts completely change.
After dinner, while they were having desert, Miley's phone rang she looked at the screen and immediately felt nervous. Why is he calling? Again!
She rejected the call only for him to re-call again, she rejected it again; there was no way she would answer him. She sighed knowing for a fact that her father has something to do with it.
Why else would her ex suddenly call her after she made it as clear as sunlight that she hates him for playing with her heart… and it just happened that her father wants her to marry him at the mean time, huh?
But after rejecting the call four times he didn't give up and sent her a message, she rolled her eyes and chose not to open it, still she didn't delete it.
"What's wrong?" Demi whispered asking her as they were leaving the dining room when they were finally finished eating.
"He called." She said sadly.
"Oh," she gave her a sorry look, "What did he want?"
"I dunno, I didn't answer." She looked at the phone in her hand hesitantly, "He sent a message though." She looked up at her again.
"Open it then."
"I don't want to." She looked away.
"Listen, Miley, whatever they do, they won't make you do something you don't want. I know you're strong like that."
"No, you're getting through this… and I'm here with you."
"Yes, I'm." she smiled at her. Demi never knew how those last words she said affected her cousin.
"Alright, let's see the message."
'Plz answer me, Mi. I've a lot to say to you- Jake.'
They didn't get the chance to comment on the message as her phone started ringing announcing her father's attempt to call her. Miley looked at Demi and sighed before answering.
"Miley, the boy is dying." He said calmly.
"That's why you're calling me, dad?"
"Yes, Miley, he called me and he wants to talk to you badly."
"But I don't want to, dad." She said annoyed as he gave a huff.
"Listen, Miley, you know his dad owns a big company and if we became partners we could-"
"I don't care."
"I don't care, dad." She repeated, "You don't care for my happiness and I don't care for your business."
"Well, you don't have the choice, I'm your father and-"
"Stop being controlling. I'm independent now, I'm 21 and I can make my own choices."
"Doesn't mean they're always right."
"Then I have to deal with the consequences."
"I don't care for this bullshit you're saying, I made up a great plan for you and you're stupid if you don't want it. I'll call you later when you are back to your mind." And with that the line went dead.
"Why is this happening to me?!" she gritted her teeth throwing her phone on the bed.
"He's calling for him?"
"Yes, he wants me to call him or God knows what!" she said frustrated.
"Don't answer his calls."
"He's still my dad."
"He's not acting like a one." Demi shrugged.
"You're right. If it ever crossed his mind to make sure I'm okay, he could ask mom." She nodded.
"Now, chill. Life is short." Demi nudged her as Miley smiled.
"Are you okay? I feel like there's something bothering you too, I waited for you to tell but you didn't." Miley said a little concerned.
For a part of the second, Demi looked down with shame. But then she looked up at her and smiled reassuringly and shook her head.
"No, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You can tell me, you know? I won't tell anyone."
"I know, if there's ever something bothering me, I will tell you." She half lied.
And before Miley answer her, the door knocked and opened relieving Taylor.
"Sorry, guys, but have you seen Selena?"
"No, we're here since dinner ended, what happened?" Demi answered her.
"I don't know, I just can't find her right now. Anyway, she may be here or there." She seemed over thinking when she finished the sentence and left.
"What's wrong?" Miley asked confused looking at the spot where Taylor disappeared.
"I have no idea; maybe she needs her for something."
"Maybe." Miley shrugged.