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I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry. I know your favorite songs and you tell me about your dreams…. I think I know where you belong, I think I know it's with me...

“Mom!” Nicky called from the middle seat of the station wagon. “Make her stop!”

Claire had been attempting to hit the high note, but cut off abruptly once she was interrupted. Unfortunately, the Taylor Swift song continued to play in the background.

“Shut up, Nicky!” she retorted haughtily.

I was sitting in the passenger seat, but I could just imagine Claire folding her arms across her chest in the back.

“We’ve been listening to your Taylor Swift CD for the past two fucking--”

“Nicholas! Language!”

“Sorry, Mom.”

Through the mirror, I saw Claire smirk. Nicky glowered and muttered something that he was lucky Mom didn’t hear. I glanced down at my poetry notebook, rereading the poem I had just written before scratching it out. None of my siblings can snoop and come across that... they'll never let me live it down. Especially the triplets.

I sighed as I turned to a new page, lightly scribbling JS and VP in one of the corners. We’ve known each other for seven years and sometimes I'm not even sure if he knows I exist. And this year, he's coming to Sea City with us. I don't know how I'm going to spend two weeks with him without blushing and acting like an idiot.

Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you? Been here all along so why can't you see? You belong with me...

Claire needs better taste in music.