Hey again! Sorry for it being so late, y'all! I really didn't mean to wait so long to post, but I got a bit busy between my other story and this one. No fear though. I have never given up on a story yet, and I won't now! Sorry for the smaller chapter, but I really liked where I ended it so… yeah. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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One Year Earlier:

Taylor smiled and waved as the Thundermans left the house, all of them shouting their goodbyes to the friends that they had made whist there. All, that is, except for Max, the boy that she had spent the most time with in the short time they had been there.

Max stood off by himself, his arms crossed, with a kind of sad look on his face. Truth be told, Taylor was sad that they were all leaving as well, though she figured that since they were superheroes they could come back anytime. Of course, it just wouldn't be the same.

She had actually come to enjoy Max's company, no matter how annoying and arrogant he could be sometimes, and his siblings were a load of fun as well. It just seemed like Max connected with her more than his siblings, or even some of her own friends, and she really enjoyed him being there. He being gone was not something that she wanted.

She watched as they left in their Thundervan, heading back to Hiddenville. As she waved goodbye, her mood dropped heavily. She didn't understand it. Why would she feel that way? It's not like they couldn't just come see her whenever they felt like it. They were superheroes after all.

Shrugging it off, she walked back inside with the rest of her family. Inside her pocket, her phone rang and she sighed, annoyed, as she took it out and clicked 'Answer.'

"Hey," came the overly happy voice from the other end of the line. "How are you?" Taylor internally sighed. She was not in the mood to deal with Scott at the moment. "Look Scott," she said. "I don't think this is a good time. I have to go; I'll try to talk to you tomorrow okay?" "Okay," Scott said, still happy. "Talk to you tomorrow." And with that they hung up.

Taylor went straight to her room before sitting on her bed and placing her knees to her chest and her chin rested on her knees, just sitting there and sulking. She didn't even know why she was sulking, and that royally ticked her off. She didn't like to be like those stupid teenaged girls you see on TV that are so emotional. She was much too level-headed for that.

And yet, right now she couldn't bring herself to get up off her bed and go make dinner, or talk to Miles, or any of the other usual things she did. It seemed too hard at the moment. So instead she was curled up on her bed, not doing or saying anything, and feeling very sorry for herself.

It sucked.

Suddenly she jumped as the phone rang again from beside her. She looked at the Caller ID and smiled lightly. She had forgotten she'd given him her number. She smiled as she hit 'Answer' and put the phone to her ear. "Hey Max," she said. "What's up?"

"Hey Taylor," he said back. She could tell by his tone that he was smiling as well. "Nothing much really, I just wanted to make sure you weren't missing me too much." Taylor rolled her eyes jokingly. "Oh yes," she said sarcastically. "I was just about to go out and kill myself out of misery because you left."

"Oh no!" he said, fought down laughter evident in his voice. "Don't do that! I would hate for you to do something like that over my awesomeness!" "Oh," she said dramatically. "But I must; for I cannot live without the amazing Max Thunderman living in my house."

They both burst out laughing at this point, and suddenly Taylor couldn't imagine why she had been so sad anymore. Max's laugh, slightly deeper than her own, slowed and then stopped presently as hers did the same. "Anyway," she said, still smiling. "Is there a real reason for you calling or did you just want to hear my lovely voice?"

Max chuckled. "Nothing really," he said. "I just wanted to see how it all blew over with that guy –what was his name again?" "It was Scott," Taylor answered. "And it went fine. Speaking of, I should probably call him back. He called me earlier and I told him I would because I was busy."

"Oh," said Max. Was it just her or was his voice a little less enthusiastic than it had been before? "Okay then," she said, shrugging it off. "Talk to you in a bit." "Bye," said Max, his voice still about a shade less enthusiastic, though Taylor couldn't understand why. A second later she hung up.

The unhappy feeling was back, though possibly a bit slighter now. Deciding to shrug it off as best she could, she dialed the number that she knew would allow her to talk to Scott. My boyfriend, she added silently.

The phone rang for a few moments before finally he picked up. "Hey Taylor!" he said, his mood chipper as always. "Are you feeling better now?" "Yeah," said Taylor, her voice showing nowhere near the elatedness it had previously. "What was it you wanted to talk to me about again?" "Nothing," he said. "I just wanted to talk. I haven't seen you since the yesterday, so I wanted to check in."

Taylor sighed wearily. That was one of the things that she hadn't noticed about Scott before that she realized she hated. He always had to be somewhere near her or talking to her at some point in each and every single day, and while at times it was endearing sometimes she just needed her space, something that he just simply didn't understand.

"Oh," she said. "I'm alright, I was just a bit irate earlier, but now I'm okay. I'm sorry for biting your head off earlier." He chuckled, and she cringed. Not because it wasn't a pleasant sound, it just wasn't the one that she wanted to hear right now.

Stop it Taylor, she berated herself. Stop thinking about Max, he isn't your boyfriend. Scott is. Start acting like it.

"It's alright," Scott said. "I'm not mad. I just wanted to check in. anyway, I need to go help my mom with dinner. I gotta go." "Okay then," she said. "Bye." She didn't even wait for him to say goodbye before she hung up, instantly putting her head in her hands. This was so stupid. She had only met Max barely two days ago, she couldn't have a crush on him already, could she? It didn't seem possible. How could she? She already had a boyfriend, and besides that fact, Max was a pompous, arrogant, childish, devious, mannerless jerk… that also happened to be attractive, charismatic, witty, fun-loving, caring, kind, and loyal underneath it all.

Alright so she understood why she might be attracted to him… if she wasn't already with Scott. Which she was. So liking someone else was bad. Especially when that someone else was already suspected to be helping her cheat on Scott in the first place. So yeah, definitely a bad thing.

So why didn't she feel like it was as bad as she knew it was?

She sighed as she looked down at her watch and nearly cursed. It was eight o'clock, meaning that if she wanted dinner she either needed to go to the kitchen and hope to god that there were leftovers or if there weren't then she had to make her own.

She got up from her bed and walked to the kitchen, going over to the refrigerator when her earlier thought was confirmed as she saw that the whole kitchen had been cleaned from dinner. In the background she heard what sounded like Louis and Frankie playing around in the living room, as well as Michelle trying to rein them in. Most likely Miles was in his room, which just left…

"Hi, Taylor. Why weren't you down for dinner?"

Taylor jumped at the sound of Ray's voice from behind her before turning around. "I just didn't feel very well," she said, trying to put some sort of smile on her face but failing. Ray frowned for a moment before he seemed to realize something and suddenly walked forward, putting his arms around her and hugging her.

"Alright," he said softly. "You sure you're okay? I can get your mom if you want to talk, or you can talk to me." Taylor smiled slightly at him. Over the time they had known each other, he had become a sort of dad figure to her. "No thanks," she said. "I'm okay. Just a bit under the weather, I guess."

Ray still didn't quite seem convinced, but thankfully he let it go, albeit reluctantly. "Alright then," he said. "I put a plate of what we had for dinner in the fridge for you; you can heat that up and eat it if you want." Taylor nodded. "Thanks Ray," she said. "I will."

With that Ray left the kitchen, calling a quick you're welcome over his shoulder and waving. Sighing, Taylor put her dinner in the microwave and ate quickly before going back up to her room, deciding to turn in early for the night.

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-Koinu