Bay held open the door as I slowly crept inside of the house. The sound of gabbering teenage boys hit my ears like a rock to the head, and the not-so-awful scent of lasagna and caesar salad wafted through my nose. His hand placed itself on my back, pushing me to sit down at the table. I assumed that I was put between Bay and Bennett, due to the crackly voice that was coming from my left. 

"BAY'S GOT A GIRLFRIEND!" Bennett shouted. I covered my ears and winced at his high-pitched scream. 

"She's not my girlfriend." Bay replied, taking his seat next to me. I just sat there in silence, knowing that at least seven pairs of eyes were upon me. "Sorry about the noise." Bay whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine. What was this odd feeling? "Do you maybe want to go into my room until dinner's done?" I nodded my head vigorously, taking any chance I could get to give my ears a break. 

He grabbed me by the hand and tugged me through the crowded kitchen until we reached the room that he shared with Bennett. It still smelled like dirty laudry and overall boy, but there was something else that smelled amazingly sweet. I must have looked extremely weird as my nose led me around the room, sniffing the air until I found the cupcake flavored candle which was the source of the scent. 

"Cupcake." I said, standing back up and crossing my arms over my chest. 

"Yeah, my mom... my moom was obsessed with them." he said a little more sullenly. I was desperately trying to think of things to talk about, and the only thing that came to mind was my own mom. 

"My mom loves those candles, too. Her favorite kind is pumpin spice though. She goes nuts every holiday season when the yankee candle fundraisers go out." I laughed at the thought of my mother buying sixteen boxes of candles, most of them to keep for herself. 

"Your mom seems so nice." he sighed. 

"Yeah, but she can be too nice sometimes." I replied. "So... what kind of stuff are you into?" I questioned awkwardly. 

"Er... I like some heavy metal bands. I can even play some covers on my guitar. I'm not that good at it, though." he stammered. 

"Oh come on, I'm sure you're plenty good. Play something for me." I demanded. He sort of coughed as he bent down to grab his guitar. I thought he had planned on playing an acoustic guitar, but I was soooo wrong. 

An abrupt blast of shredding chords and fast paced fingers flooded my brain. I instantly covered my ears for relief, though I could still hear the shrieking sounds of the electric guitar through my muffling hands. He let out a gasp and immediately halted the noise. His heavy footsteps crossed the room while his soft hands reached up to mine to remove them from my ears. 

"I'm so sorry. I didn't realize it was that loud." he stuttered. After finally realizing that my hands were still in his larger ones, I quickly pulled them away. He let out a heavy sigh and went back to put his guitar on the rack. 

"It's... it's okay..." I muttered, rubbing my hands awkwardly together. 

"Um... what are you into?"

"Nothing, really." I replied. "There really isn't anything that I can do without seeing. My childhood was kind of boring."

"Well you must have at least gone on some vacations or things like that." he smiled through his enchanting voice. 

"Hah, no. My dad could never take the time off of work, so I've never really left Minnesota. But I've always liked the thought of going somewhere that isn't cold... like Florida or California." I smiled to myself at the thought of warm winters. 

"Don't feel bad, I've never left Minnesota either. We never could afford it." he sighed. "When we were little, my... my mom... would lay out blankets on the floor and pretend that we were on the beach." 

My mind starting painting a picture of a little boy and his mother. They were sitting in a living room, watching the news, snow falling outside the window. The boy was cute, with a button nose and piercing 'blue' eyes, probably about eight years old. Another little boy, seeming to be four years old, entered the room and climbed onto the mother's lap. She wrapped her arms around the smaller child, the other sitting in a curled up ball on the other side of the couch. She reached over and tapped on his shoulder. He crawled over and snuggled into her side as the news played on. 

"Bay," He looked up into her eyes, the same shade as his, "do you want to go to the beach?" she smiled. He nodded his head. 

"Miller... Miller...?" I snapped back into reality as the older version of my vision called me back down from the clouds. 

"Ahuh," I mumbled, grabbing a piece of wavy hair and tugging at it. 

"Dinner's served."