Once Upon a URL

Part One

Taylor stared out of the big window, watching the full moon. She had never been one to stargaze, or just watch the moon; that is what her mother used to do. But right now, Taylor needed to feel a connection to her mother. She should be asleep now; tomorrow was a big day, or so she had been told countless times today. Tomorrow was her father's wedding. It wasn't that she hated her future step-mother or even her future step-siblings; it was that Taylor had finally adjusted to her life; she didn't want everything to change again.

It had only been just over two years since the death of her mother; they had never been the closest, but it didn't make it hurt any less. In a way it hurt more, there is the constant feeling of regret. Taylor knew her mom had been sick; leading to a long, slow, and painful death. She was diagnosed when Taylor had turned ten and entered that "I don't need my mom" phase. A phase that didn't end until six months later when her mom was lying in a hospital bed, stick thin, dying.

There was a loud knock on her door, but Taylor didn't bother to answer. Sure enough, the bedroom door opened and her father walked in. He took a deep breath, looking at his daughter, before walking over and sitting on the bed, right next to the widow seat Taylor was sitting on. "I figured you'd be up." Taylor didn't bother to look over. "There is someone here to see you."

"Okay," she said curtly.

"Honey," Taylor looked over at her dad, their hazel eyes meeting. "I know this is hard for you, I just want you to be happy."

"You act like she never existed, or at least like it's been more than two years."

"I miss your mother every day. But she wouldn't want us to live like this; she would want us to move on."

Taylor looked back out the window. "I don't want everything to change again."

"It's too quiet here, I know you are lonely."

"You could have just gotten a dog. You didn't have to go and get engaged." She knew she was being unreasonable and quite bratty, but she didn't care. Tomorrow was not going to be a magical day; it was going to be an awful day.

"I guess I'll just send Ethan on up." He said standing up, pressing a kiss to Taylor's head and then walking out of the room.

About a minute later a boy walked in and sat down where her father had just left. His dirty blonde hair was pretty shaggy, and covered most of his blue eyes. "Hey," he said quietly.

"Hey," Taylor said just as loudly.

"This house is pretty big."

Taylor turned to look at her best friend. "You've been here a million times, you live next-door. We've always been neighbors."

"At least you don't have to share your room."

Taylor smiled, because she knew exactly what he meant. "I just don't want everything to change."

"It's not like Ellen isn't ever here; she's here a lot, now she will just live here."

"Plus kids."

"You get along with them, are you afraid of some Cinderella type thing?"

"No," Taylor scoffed.

"Good, because I am counting that I will stay the number one guy in your life."

"You think very highly of yourself."

"I do. Look: I'll be there tomorrow; I will be with you the whole time. You should get some sleep."