Thread: Crowded [Davian_Veq and Sigr]

White picket fences passed by in a blur as the taxi moved along, that ubiquitous piece of Americana making that particular coastal suburb no different than any other in a different part of the country. The houses lined up perfectly along the lane, pastel colors on the calm afternoon, sparse citizens coming and going in and out of view as their lives barely grazed her own. Taylor was coming home, or at least the only place left that could be called home at least, an enormous house looming at the very end of the lane. Her father's wedding with Laura happened almost a month ago, weeks had passed since that half remembered day. Sure Taylor was of age to drink, no one doubted that, but she regretted having a couple of glasses after those pills for the air sickness she took on her trip. They made what few alcohol she drank hit hard, and barely remembered a thing. Why didn't she just ordered water? She had to see her father happy for the first time in a long while, maybe that was it? She was supposed to be the strong one, at least compared to her father, but it was still weird. Not finding someone to share the life with. Not the marriage with a divorced woman. But... why did she had to have children? They were so many and she had met them briefly during the banquet, but she had been drinking by then and barely remembered anything. This was going to be awkward. At least her things were supposed to be on a room of that suburban palace by now, so she could travel light and not worry about that. The taxi finally reached the place, a thing that dwarfed the other houses, already big by themselves in height and length. How many people lived there? If only she could remember... After paying for the taxi, Taylor made to the door across the front garden. The place couldn't be cheap, not at all, but as far as she knew Laura was one of the best lawyers of the state, if not the best, and it was obvious that she had money to spare. Before she could ring the bell, some shouting coming from the inside stopped her. I don't care! This is ridiculous! a boyish voice came from the inside, clearly angry as the owner opened the door wide. He froze for a moment, lime green eyes eyeing Taylor over. He was, by the general outlook, a couple of years younger than her, clad in some torn jeans and a The Hives tee, his dyed red short hair flowing in all directions. She's here! he shouted back before hitting her with the shoulder on his way out. The boy went into the backyard, and soon a black convertible, as noisy and boisterous as the young man himself darted away. I'm sorry for that, Gareth doesn't mean bad it's just... difficult a serene voice from the inside got her attention. A young man that looked several years older than her was standing there, strangely clad in some comfy clothes and a white apron. His warm smile was as welcoming as the smell of freshly baked cookies that seemed to come from the inside, deep moss green eyes and his blonde hair tied in a long ponytail on the back. You must be Taylor, I'm glad to finally meet you, I'm Chris he said, offering a hand to shake. Finally, he said. Did he miss the wedding then? If only she could remember... Don't stand there, come inside, it's your home after all he said, the mere notion sounding absurd for the time being.