I was confused, literally confused. I needed Tori, and Taylor more then they could know. And when I found them soooo cozy, it made me feel like the memories weren't real. I didn't want to ruin anything, if it was different then......No, it wasn't different, it couldn't happen. We needed to be like it used to be. I want Tori to be able to smack Tay, and him actually get mad. And we can all get in a fight, and then be friends together. They shouldn't be kissing. That was too, too gross. At least the talk with Tori went well, now all I needed to do was talk to Tay, I needed to know how he felt. "Hey,Tor, will you be ok without me for a sec? I need to do something."I said turning to Tori. OK, she was asleep. I got up from my seat and went to where Tay was sitting next to Avery. Great, the one child who hated me, he needed to sit next to. I hope Tay didn't hate me too. He hadn't spoken to me all morning. "Hey, Tay, can we talk?" I asked. He was reading a magazine. He sighed and put it down. "Yes, I guess so." He said looking at me. Those eyes. I remember them so clearly. The day Tori left six years ago, and I cried into his shoulder, and I wouldn't stop, I remember how that single tear cam down his cheek like it did with Tommy. "I wanted to talk to you about last night." I said hoping he wouldn't refuse. "Rach, there really isn't anything to talk about, you were right truthfully." Tay said sincerely. "Are you sure? Really Tay, I mean it was cruel of me to do that. I mean, I just need you. I need you the most. You're my brother, how long has it been? I mean we have barely talked, and you and Tori are already buddy buddy. I feel like I am the new girl, when we are all new. I mean you aren't really new to your family, but I am fully new. I need you and Tori, not the couple, I need a best friend and a brother. Can you understand that?" I asked. I knew he understood. It was in his eyes, just like the way Tommy always understood. "I understand fully Rach, I want my sister back too, and now I've got her, I have my twin sister, my best friend, that's the way I want it to be." He said looking into my eyes. "Thank you Tay." I said softly.
Tori
I was asleep. I know that much. But, my dreams were scaring me. They were memories of Tulsa mixed with ones of Paramus. It was weird how the lives I had had in each place were so contrasted. In Tulsa, there had been Ray and Taylor. In Paramus, there was nobody. That was why I couldn't risk losing Ray now. I'd lose the only friend I had left. Because if I lost Ray, then I would ultimately lose Taylor, too. Then where would I be? So, no matter how I really felt, I couldn't make her mad.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*On the airplane*
"Tor? You OK?," Ray asked. "Huh? What?," I said, sleepily . "You looked you were having a bad dream," she said, concern in her voice. "I'm OK. Are we almost there?," I asked. "We're landing in a half hour. That's why I woke you up," she said. "Oh, OK," I said. I sat up, and straightened my hair. Sometimes the long mass of auburn waves was more trouble than it was worth. "You have long hair. It's longer than mine. How long did it take to grow it?," Ray asked. "Forever. But, I wanna get it cut shorter," I said back. "No, that would be a mistake. Trust me. How short would it be?," she said. We were making mindless conversation. "Shoulders, maybe middle of my neck," I replied. "Whoa, that's cutting a lot!," she said. The plane began to make its final descent. "I'm going to be sick, "I moaned. "It's OK. The plane down," Ray said, laughing. "Thank you God! To think, I'm spending most of my summer vacation on a plane," I said. "You'll get used to it," Tay said from behind us. "I certainly hope so, I said. We got off the plane. While gettting the mountains of luggage, I saw a shock that brought me down to earth. My real parents. Not the Jacksons. My birth parents.
Rachel
"Rach, it's my parents." Tori whispered feircely. "What? They are in Paramus, are you OK?" I asked looking around. She was going insane, I knew it, the plane did it. "I hope you haven't been spending too much time with Zac, he'll make you go wacko." I said. "No, it's my REAL parents, not the Jackson's." She said a little scared. "Oh, my gosh, let me tell my mom." I said going to turn around. "No, all I need is you and Tay.' She said grabbing my arm. "Taylor!" I whispered loudly in the big airport. "What?" He asked. I whispered in his ear what we had to do. His eyes got about 2 inches wider. "No, way." Tay said. "Come on, we have to help her." I said dragging my brother who had about 4 packages with him. "But, we have to go, we'll get swamped." Tay said. "Would you rather be swamped, or would you rather make your best friend happy?" I asked him. I really hope he wasn't that mean to say no. "OK, come on, but if girls start to get violent, we have to take a run for it." Tay said. I dragged Taylor the rest of the way to where Tori was standing, staring at a lady and a man with dark red hair. "Oh, boy." I said looking at Tori. She looked, I couldn't describe her look, it was scary.
Tori
I stood in shock. Standing five feet in front of me were the people that gave me up. Didn't want me anymore. Decided I didn't mean anything. Ray and Taylor were standing near me. I was glad that they were there to help. If there was any help for a situation like this. The woman, my real mother, suddenly turned around and saw me standing there. "Can I help you little girl?," she asked sweetly. "First of all, I'm not a little girl. Secondly, knock off the bullshit. You know exactly who I am," I said, coldly. " Okay, so I do know. What do you want? Huh? To cause us pain? Don't you think you've caused enough, Victoria?," she said. "Cause you pain? That's a load of crap and you know it. I didn't do anything wrong. It was you and my real father that let me go. Didn't want me anymore," I said Tears were welling up behind my eyes. "We didn't give you up. We couldn't find you. That's not our fault. So, don't blame that on us, she said. "You found me. Dad told me you did. You just didn't want me anymore," I retorted. "What? We never found you. We looked for as long as possible. There was no way we wold have let you go. Harold Jackson lied to you," she said. I was taken aback for a minute. Dad had lied? "What? What are talking about?," I asked. "Oh, Vicky, you poor girl. We wanted you back so much, and never found you. Are the Jacksons here?," she asked. "No, they're in NJ. I'm here with friends," I said. "Well, we've found you. There must be something we can do about this," she said. "Yeah. I wanna stay with here. With my real family," I said. My real mother smiled, and hugged me.