I went to my room to go to bed. My room was the furthest one from all the other rooms. I still had to past my sisters room on my way to it. I caught a peak of her as I walked past it.

She was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair. Listening to Taylor Swift's Blank Space and singing along with the music all loud. I stuck my head in, so she could hear me talk to her.

"Hey! Turn down the music I'm going to bed!" I yelled at her.

She didn't hear of course, so I walked in to turn it down myself.

"Kendall what are you doing?!" She yelled, after whipping her head in my direction and then yelled even louder.

"Dad!!!"

We were not aloud in each others rooms with out permission. I knew dad wouldn't care though, with how loud the music was blasting and the fact that I wanted to go to bed.

"Oh shut up, I'm going to bed, I don't want to hear it and your bad singing either." I laughed as I walked out.

"Your just jealous!" Is all I heard from her yelling, while walking away into my room.

My room was very simple. The only furniture I had in there was a full size bed, dresser, a bean bag in the corner, and a coffee table that held my small TV, DVD player and Stereo. I didn't hang anything up or paint it either, like my sister's room, when mom asked. I liked it the way it was, with plain white walls.

I got dressed in some light sweats and laid down thinking on how I would surprise Travis tomorrow about going to the prom. I came up with a good plan and fell fast asleep.

I woke up the next morning and saw my mom in the kitchen eating breakfast with my sister. My dad was gone probably to work, cause he would go in real early every morning. I notice there wasn't much left for me to eat, so I grabbed a bowl of cereal instead. They were finishing up eating, when my mom started to talk as she got up to take the plates to the sink.

"So when we going shopping Kendall?" She said, smiling.

I told her I was going to the prom, cause Travis wanted to go this year. She thought I was going to go with him at first, but had to give her the speech for the hundredth time that we are just friends, nothing more than that. She still doesn't believe me though. She said once "Girls can't be friends with boys without something happening in between."

I couldn't stand hearing that. She sounded like every bitch at school that thinks the same thing. I know better though, Travis and I have always been nothing but the bestest of friends, with nothing that has ever happened between us for 3 years.

"I don't know, can't you just pick something up for me?" I said, dreading the fact of going shopping for a dress.

She would usually pick clothes up for me when I out grew them. It was pretty simple picking up clothes for me, when they only consisted of jeans and dark colored t-shirts anyway. I wasn't a picky person, as long as they fit, I was cool with it.

"No you need to be there, dresses need to be tried on, in case they don't fit right in some areas" She said, looking at my breast.

I had developed a nice rack my freshman year and the girls at school hated me for it. It's not like I had a choice that I developed quicker then them.

Things between bully's at school died down a year ago when they developed too. They still harassed me for hanging out with their boyfriends, crushes, friends of their boyfriends or friends of their crushes.

I hung out with a lot of guys at school besides Travis. They just gravitated to me to talk, whether it was about their relationships, crushes, school work, or sports. I was always surrounded by guys every where I went.

"Whatever. When you get off anyway?" I asked, all annoyed.

"We can go this weekend if you like, I have Sunday off."

"Ok then." I said, finishing my last bite of cereal.

After that I went to my room to get ready for another crappy day at school. I took my sister to school every morning since I got my license, cause my mom needed her sleep after coming home from work, who knows what times in the morning. She took forever in the bathroom doing who knows what and made me late almost every morning.

I hated taking her to school, but mom would give me enough gas money to last until the weekend to hang out with my friends if I wanted to go somewhere. I also got to drive the little Toyota pick up that I loved, my parents used for emergencies. So it was a win win kind of thing.

"Bri! Lets Go! I yelled from the living room, after getting ready and grabbing the keys to the truck.

"Ya, ya, ya." She said, behind me finally.

"I swear, I don't know what you do in that bathroom all morning."

"You wouldn't know or care. Your a boy remember?" She said and laughed.

I turned around real quick before opening the door. Her eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped. She knew she messed up bad and that I planned to hurt her for what she said.

Instead, I smiled at her and responded calmly. I was so used to being teased at school about the same thing and was used to this same kind of comment.

"I do care, unlike you I take a shower every night. I'm sure your friends know that right? Maybe I should let them know when we get there." I said wickedly.

"You wouldn't." She whined.

"Try me."