The four of them arrived at Chili's about 40 minutes later, Hayley having scurried around Taylor's room trying to find something of his that fit her. When Taylor had chuckled at her and asked why she didn't just wear what she had on, she had scoffed at him.

"Taylor, we're going to a restaurant. I can't wear something I've been wearing two days in a row, that's disgusting."

So as they stepped out of Mrs. York's car, Hayley was wearing one of Taylor's plain old gray tshirts and her black hoodie, her bag slung over her shoulder as well. Taylor laughed to himself when he realized that the girl most likely had her camera stuffed away in the bag. Why she felt she needed it for a trip to Chili's was beyond him, but he didn't question her on it.

They got in and got seated rather quickly, considering there weren't many people in the restaurant in the mid-afternoon. Mrs. York and Hayley slid into the booth opposite each other and Taylor slid in next to his friend, leaving his brother to sit next to their mother.

As soon as they were settled, Hayley reached into her bag and pulled out the infamous polaroid camera, pushing it across the table toward Justin.

"Take a picture of us," she stated bluntly, throwing an arm around Taylor's shoulders and pulling him over to her.

Taylor looked to her curiously, wondering why she wanted a polaroid of them in Chili's. But before he could, Justin had scooped up the camera and aimed it at them.

"Aw. Don't you two look cute," he smirked, looking through the camera. "Smile and say 'Justin is a guitar god.'"

Neither of them obliged and took to giving the camera bland looks instead. Justin lowered the camera and made a face, grabbing out the polaroid and shaking it.

"Well aren't you two rays of sunshine," he commented.

Taylor could do nothing but roll his eyes, because their waiter had chosen that moment to appear.

"Hey guys, I'm Chad, I'll be your waiter today," the guy stated, handing each of them menus. Taylor looked him up and down. He was rather tall, with a low haircut and a tattoo sleeve that Taylor found really cool. Actually, the guy looked too cool to be working as a waiter at Chili's, but he smiled and did his job nonetheless.

"You guys can take your time deciding, but I'll just bring you guys your drinks?" he said, pulling a small pad and pencil from one of the pockets on his apron. They went around the table and stated their drinks, Hayley being last and asking simply for a glass of water. Chad wrote it down and smiled up at her.

"Nice hair, by the way," he told her. "Orange suits you."

Hayley chuckled a bit and ducked her head, a light blush tinting her cheeks. "Thanks," she said, looking up through her lashes at the guy. "It was really a knee-jerk decision. I got bored," she stated.

The guy leaned forward, across Taylor; which at that point, it was like he and his family hadn't even existed to the waiter.

"Well. Since you seem to...try new things when you're bored, you should give me a call. You know, next time you're bored." He smiled after he finished, slipping a piece of paper he had pulled from his apron pocket across the table to her.

Taylor rolled his eyes. Seriously? This guy kept slips with his number on them in his pockets? Who even does that? There's no way Hayley would fall for that.

He looked over to the girl incredulously as she grabbed the slip of paper and smiled at it in her hand. "I'll think about it," she spoke up to him, and Taylor almost choked on his spit when he saw that she...winked.

Really? She was sitting there flirting with their waiter when, not even 24 hours ago, she had been kissing Taylor, talking about how she hadn't wanted to lose him. Excuse him for thinking that meant that maybe she had...felt something more for him.

He sat back against the booth and let his eyes trail away from the girl who was just sitting there smiling at the piece of paper still clutched in her hands. He let his eyes trail a little too far, though, when he looked to his brother and saw the amused expression on his face. Almost as if he wanted to laugh. Taylor aimed a kick at him under the table but missed completely, kicking air instead. He huffed back and crossed his arms across his chest.

The rest of the time in the restaurant was spent in near silence, the only people trying to make conversation being Justin; who was just making obnoxious jokes referring to the fact that Hayley had just picked up a guy when they had all simply been going out for lunch; and Mrs. York, who had apparently missed the entire encounter between Hayley and Chad and was earnestly trying to make conversation. Hayley seemed to be too in thought about the fact that she now had a number in her pocket, and Taylor was just annoyed with everything.

After agonizingly slow service (for Taylor at least; he swore, if Chad shot Hayley another smile or pointed look, he was going to trip him when he bustled back over), they all piled into the car, Taylor sitting as close to the door and as far away from Hayley as he could.

Now that she wasn't swooning over their waiter, Hayley noticed Taylor's pointed coldness towards her and she scooted over silently in the backseat.

"What's up with Button?" she asked quietly, resurfacing the nickname she knew he hated to try and get some kind of response from him. All she recieved was a slight side glance and then he was glaring out the window again.

Hayley frowned, because she really expected him to get over whatever was up quickly. She scooted even closer, her side pressing against his and she poked his cheek repeatedly.

"Seriously, T, what's wrong?" she questioned again, and Taylor huffed and turned to face her.

"Oh, I don't know, the fact that you were just flirting your ass off with our faceless waiter right in front of me?" he said, quietly so his brother and mother didn't hear in the front of the car, but angrily so that she understood that he was, well...angry.

Hayley frowned and scooted back over a bit. "I don't get it. Why would that make you mad?" she asked.

Taylor just stared at her blankly, because had she really just asked that?

"Do you...not remember last night?" he asked her accusingly. "When you all but threw yourself at me?"

He knew his words were harsh, and that he was really overreacting about this and acting like a serious girl, but he had right to. He liked the girl a lot; stupidly so, and the fact that she could kiss him one minute and then openly flirt with the first guy to compliment her was confusing as all get out. And he voiced just this, hearing the venom in his words and then regretting it immediately when he saw the girl's reaction.

She had been retracting farther away from him as he had shot the accusations at her, shrinking back into the car seat and trying to will the tears away from her eyes. But she couldn't, because as Taylor whisper yelled at her he sounded so much like Josh and it scared her, because she couldn't lose Taylor, he was what she needed right now. Next to Josh, he was one of the first real things she loved since her father died, and now that she'd lost Josh, Taylor was it. He was everything right now and she had just screwed up and made him angry with her and she couldn't take it. She looked forward and noticed that Mrs. York was turning into their neighborhood.

"Could you take me home," Hayley spoke up, voice already thick as she thought about what a fuck up she was.