The dinner table was extremely quiet and Isaac didn’t even show up, and Taylor or Lauren hadn’t expected him to. Taylor had to admit, eating with his worst enemy made him feel uneasy, and he didn’t want to make a fool of himself by making a mess of himself or eating his food too fast, so he was being especially careful, he didn’t want her picking up on those kind of things and making fun of him, she’d made fun of him enough as it was.

Taylor reached for the salt, deciding his potatoes were a little bland, when Lauren’s hand snatched the salt before he had a chance to touch it, he looked at her, frowning, watching as she sprinkled tons of salt on her food.

"I was going to use that!" He tried to keep his voice firm and straight, his mother glanced at him, and then to Lauren, Lauren gave a slight shrug, and went back to what she was doing.

Taylor waited impatiently, watching as she sprinkled salt so finely on her food, he decided to fight fire with fire, he grabbed the pepper and began shaking it over his food viciously, it was going all over the place, instantly, Lauren winced and gave a sneeze. He smirked, realising she was allergic to it, just like he’d hoped and began shaking harder, no one even seemed to notice this. But then, the lid came flying off, pepper flew all over the table, and fell to Lauren’s plate as well as his own, and Lauren fell into a hysterical fit of sneezing, this, everyone noticed, Taylor held his breath to keep himself from laughing, and he watched.

Lauren stood up, still in between sneezes, "excuse me," she sneezed and left the room, ten sneezes later, Lauren walked in, sniffing, as she was passing, she smacked Taylor in the head, hard, and this went unnoticed.

Lauren headed for her chair, it was pulled out halfway from the table and as she was about to sit, Taylor shifted down in his chair and kicked the chair so it slid out of her way and as she sat, she hit the edge of it and both Lauren and the chair toppled over. It hurt, and that time everyone saw what was going on, Zac bit his lip, knowing this was it, their mom was going to go cuckoo.

"I’ve had just about enough of you!" Lauren stood up, holding her hurt elbow.

Taylor also stood, placing both hands on the table, hunching his shoulders in anger, "I’ve had just about enough of you as well!"

"You’re so mean to me!" she outburst loudly, she felt the eyes of Diana and Walker on her, and the kids were more confused than anything.

"You’re such a bitch!" Taylor yelled, then put a hand to his mouth, realising he’d swore in front of his mother, father and younger siblings, however his shock didn’t deter Lauren from her insults.

"You are such an ARROGANT, IMMATURE NASTY LITTLE SHIT!!!"
"AND YOU ARE A SMART MOUTHED BAG OF AIR IN A BRA!!!" Taylor yelled.

Diana got up out of her seat, the chair squeaking on the wooden floor under her, "that is IT!" she grabbed a hold of Taylor’s upper-arm, "Both of you, out, NOW!"

Taylor was practically dragged outside to the porch, and Lauren followed reluctantly, Diana looked at both of them, on the porch, it was raining and the sound of the rain was loud, but it wouldn’t drown out her voice.

"What the hell are you two playing at?!" she demanded.

Lauren turned away from Diana, she didn’t deserve to be yelled at like this, not by a woman who wasn’t her own mother, and certainly not since Taylor had been the one to cause all this. "He started it!"

"Oh, shut up!" Taylor rolled his eyes.

"No, you shut up!" Lauren spun around, yelling her words sharply.

"Both of you shut up!" Diana hissed, "You don’t swear in my house, and you don’t swear at my dinner table, you do not fight or argue or anything in my house," she headed for the door, "You can stand out here until you make up and are willing to come in when you’re both a little more grown up and civilised!" Diana went inside and closed the door loudly.

Taylor stood with his back turned, and Lauren, too annoyed to care, punched him in the back hard, he yelped and turned around, "What the fuck did you do that for?!" he demanded.

"Because I hate you!" she hissed, "You are the nastiest person I have ever met, you’re such an immature shit!"

"You don’t know me, Lauren, you can’t say I’m nasty ‘cos you don’t know what I’m like!"

"I do know what you’re like every time I’m here, you’re the only one in this whole family who makes me feel like I’m not welcome here!"
"You aren’t welcome here!" Taylor outburst.

"Fine!" Lauren looked at him, "then I’m going!" she yelled, and with that, she stomped down the porch steps, and walked off.

Taylor watched her go, his exact words to himself were, "good riddance to bad rubbish."

Isaac had snuck out the back door hearing Lauren and Taylor fighting in the dining room. He was just not in the mood to hear it, and so, grabbing his jacket, he’d left the house. Actually his thoughts were he had to get his leather jacket cleaned. He’d worn it far too many times. He paused, looking at it. Well, considering it was only after five and the dry cleaners was open until around half six, he decided he could probably make it there in time and ask them if they cleaned leather jackets, after all, it was a mess. He climbed in the family van and drove off quickly, turning the radio on and leaving it loud, Will Smith blasting throughout the van, but it didn’t drown out his thoughts of how he’d hurt Lauren, he felt so stupid, he should have followed his heart and left her alone, not gone for what could have been possible. After all there had been a small chance, but he hadn’t felt there would be, he’d just gone for the chance because it was there.

Isaac hummed along to, ‘Just the Two of Us’ while driving, and he pulled into the industrial park where the dry cleaning factory was, and he got out of the car, pulling his jacket off, and folding it over his arm, he stepped into the dry cleaning factory, it looked deserted from where he stood, there was a shop counter and a half wall, that didn’t connect with the ceiling, it was a partition that separated the factory from the shop area. He stood looking around for a moment, and then, paused, as a dark blonde around his age walked by not even seeming to notice he was there, she trying to do something at a tickets table. Under his breath, he whispered her name to himself, "Ashley…"

He hadn’t seen Ashley in over a week now, not since the day Lauren and himself had broken up. He looked at her, she was wearing a lilac and purple uniform, purple dolly shoes, and her hair was up in a lilac clasp. He leaned against the counter, captivated.

What are you doing? He thought at himself, realising the way he was looking. "Ashley," He said her name aloud.

Ashley turned around, and looked at him, her dark eyes widening a little. "Isaac…" she walked over slowly, "Hi…what are you doing here?"
"I…didn’t know you worked here," he said in surprise, looking at her.

"I thought Lauren had mentioned it to you," Ashley shrugged, she stepped behind the counter, "okay, sooo, what can I do for you?" she noticed the jacket draped over his arm.

He placed it over the counter, "do you clean leather?" he motioned to his brown leather jacket.

"We don’t, but LeatherMaster does," she answered, "but we deal in taking it in, and sending it to LeatherMaster," she explained, "she took out a ticket book and began writing in it, the date, his name, Isaac looked at what she was writing. Date: 2^nd October, 1998, Name: I. Hanson. Ashley paused, "I need a contact number…"
"My phone number?" he asked in surprise, wondering if it was herself she wanted it for.

"Its just in case something goes wrong, or we need an owners risk signature, we can call you, let you know," she explained.

"Oh…" Isaac realised, he paused, he decided to himself he wanted her to have his number personally, he looked at her, "got a bit paper?" he questioned.

She paused, "uh…yeah," she reached over to the side of the counter near the wall and grabbed a roll of paper, and she tore off a small piece and handed it to him, he borrowed her pen and wrote his number down on it, above putting his name as ‘Ike’ and handing it to her, she looked at it, seemingly confused for a moment, then she copied the number, "Okay…" she took out a form, "I’m gonna make you sign an owners risk, you don’t know how many things can go wrong with leather," she smirked.

"Okay," He nodded.

She explained the form out to him basically, asking him if there was any other materials in the jacket, like polyurethane, anything that could become damaged during cleaning, he signed his name after ticking off the boxes that the buttons on the jacket were falling off and could be lost during cleaning as a risk, and she took the jacket, "Okay, I’ll just put this through for you," she said, and began ticketing it up. "This will take around two weeks," she added, she paused, looking at the main ticket still on the book, she scored out Isaac’s name and wrote her own in. A. Douglas.

"Why’d you do that?" he questioned.

Ashley gave something of a sly smile, "Staff discount," she answered, "twenty percent," she added, "If they think its mines, I just get someone to pass it, and presto, you have twenty percent discount on my behalf."

"Thanks," he smiled.

"No prob," Ashley smirked.

Isaac looked at her, holding his retrieval ticket, "I’ll see you later…huh?"

"When you pick up the jacket?" she questioned.

"Yeah…I guess," he nodded, "see you," He said, and he left.