I got off Tyler and walked to the bathroom. He followed me and stood in the doorway watching me. I gave him a quick glare.

“What?” I asked.

“What are you doing?” He laughed, shaking his head.

“I am fixing my hair so it doesn’t look like I was just making out with you for twenty minutes.” I said, as I continued to pull my hair into a ponytail.

“But I like your hair down.” Tyler whined. “Please leave it?”

I laughed at him. He looked so cute when he begged. “I would, but someone went and put a bunch of tangles in it by running their hands all through it.”

He gave me a fake look of hurt, which I returned with an innoccent smile. I brushed past him and grabbed my purse, putting on some more of the lip gloss Tyler had completely kissed off.

“Are you ready?” He had a look of annoyance on his face, was tapping his foot, and pretending to look at a watch he wasn’t wearing.

“How do I look?” I asked, twirling. He laughed and grabbed my hand, leading me to the room where our parents were.