Taylor Revolves Around Soccer - chapter 11

The sun rose at 5 in the morning. The day went as usual. There were bagels popping out of the toaster as Taylor woke up and the sweet smell of butter topping off the bagels.
"Hmmm. Something smells goood." Taylor took a seat a the little hotel table.
"I brought along some bagels. Now go get your brother, you have a game at 11 and I don't want you being late because of him."
"Don't worry."
"And Taylor, don't wake up the other guests."
"Hmmm, this may be harder then. Ah-well, I'll think of something."
Taylor kicked the soccer ball lightly at her feet through the narrow door ways.
"Taylor, rule number 1."
"Sorry."
Nick was tossing and turning in his twin sized bed. It was covered with an ancient maroon pattern and was not the least bit attracting.
"Wakie wakie." Taylor pushed Nick. Nick openned his eyes. They were blood shot. "What's with you?"
"I neeeed to juggle!"
"Lock your self in the bathroom." Taylor laughed at the joke.
"That's a good idea." Nick popped out of his bed. He grabbed Taylor's soccer ball and ran to the bathroom.
"That was a joke!" Taylor called back but Nick slammed the door in the middle of her comment.

"So what's Nick doing?"
"Oh he's... He's going to the bathroom. Could take 5, 6 minutes. Or ten, or twenty." Taylor mumbled.