Chapter One
Peyton's POV
"I really regret this! I don't think we should do this. Let's just go home now. It's just a waste time. Yeah. Let's leave. Come on, Lil."
"Ah, come on, sis. This will be fun. I can smell a happy family already!" she said. She sniffed the air, and I did the same.
"That's just the smell of rain," I said.
"Rain doesn't even have a smell!" she replied.
"It does to me!" I retorted. "And what if he doesn't even want us. We'll have to go home anyway. We can't just stay."
"What makes you think he won't want us? He is our father," she said. "I'm sure he'll be down for it." That's my sister. She always looks at the bright side of things. I tend to worry more. I was the frilly twin. Lily always wore black. It fit her well. I just thought pink suited my personality more. I've been trying to stop wearing it lately because I've been getting made fun of at school for wearing pink.
"Come on. Get in the car. If we beat the traffic and speed a little bit, we could make it before to dad's house before sunset," Lily said.
"Speed?" I asked.
"I'm kidding," she said. I took the gas pump out and sat in the car. We were at a gas station in Oregon, only We've been in the car since last night. Ugh. I hate road trips.
Two Hours later
Lily's POV
The truth was that I was having the same worries as my sister. I was really hoping he's accept us. It wasn't the fact that we'd been traveling for a day and a half just to see him (although that could use some justice, too), but it was also the fact that we'd never met him before. I was just trying to make Peyton feel better. While she's only younger than me by a few minutes, it feels like she's younger than me by a few years, sometimes.
Soon, rain was falling on the windshield. Peyton was asleep. I turned on the correct streets and followed the directions mom gave us. She knows this town like the back of her hand. I don't know how she knew where dad lives, but I just hoped he wasn't going to shut the door in our we got to the little one story house, I felt like I was going to faint. Peyton was still sleeping. What am I going to do? I can't have a panic attack. I calmed myself.
"Peyton, wake up. We're here," I said. She woke up, and realized where we were. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was terrified.
"Lily!" she said.
"It's okay. If he doesn't want us, then it's time to face the music, I guess," I said. We got out of the car, and she squeezed my hand as we went up to the house. I knocked on the door. A small man in a wheelchair answered it. I took a deep breath.
"Billy Black?" I asked. He nodded, his eyebrows furrowed. "We're your daughters."