When we pull into the driveway of our mansion, (it's really just a huge house), I jump out of the car, and race to the door. I yell out to Tyler and Trevor, who are getting out of the car, "I call bathroom!" 

I race into the house, upstairs, and into my room. My room is pretty large, but not as large as the one my brothers share. When my oldest brother, Thomas, was ready to have his own room, my mom was almost ready to have Tyler. So they decided to put them together. When they found out I was a girl, however, they gave me my own room. And when Trevor was born, they realized there was not enough room in Thomas and Tyler's room for a third kid. So Trevor got his own room. And while Tyler pitched the biggest fit when he was old enough to understand, nothing changed. 

But that was okay, because it all worked out okay. My brothers starting to come upstairs snap me out of my thoughts, and I race into my bathroom. In my house, we all have our own bathrooms, but when somebody "calls" bathroom, it means they need to shower, and no running water on that floor. We have two downstairs bathrooms if it is an emergency. But it is a pretty standard rule that we use the bathrooms in our rooms. 

I take a quick shower, washing my hair, scrubbing my body, and doing a quick shave of my legs. When I'm done, I wrap a towel around me, wrap a towel around my hair, and go back into my room. 

"Done!" I yelled out. I walk over to my huge walk in closet, and go over to where I have my dresses. I sort through them before I find a pretty Dodger blue sundress. I pair the dress with blue high-top Converse. I go over to my jacket section and find my favorite Dodgers jacket, one that is like a leather jacket, but in blue. It has small white LA's all over it, scattered. I move over to my vanity and brush out my shoulder-length blonde hair, then plug in my hair dryer and curling iron. I blow-dry my hair, waiting until it is dry. I then use my curling iron to curl my hair, then spray it with hair-spray. I go over to my jewelry box, and grab my Dodgers earrings, ones that are blue LA's, and put them in my ears. I finally go over to my makeup mirror, and do my makeup with only a bit of foundation, some bronzer and blush, a bit of blue eye shadow, and some mascara. I spray a bit of perfume, grab my blue Dodgers Loungefly backpack, put my phone and wallet in it, and walk out of my room. 

I walk downstairs, and sit at our bar stools, waiting. Eventually, Trevor comes down, dressed in a white button-down shirt, black slacks, and black shoes. His hair is slicked back, and he has a jacket slung over his arm. He is probably the most fashionable out of all my brothers. He comes and sits at a bar stool next to me and we both sit in silence, waiting for Tyler, who I swear takes longer than any girl to get ready. Once he gets downstairs, he grabs his car keys, and says, "Let's get this show on the road." 

"Ah ah ah." I say, swinging my keys in his face. "We are taking my car." 

"No we aren't!" Tyler protests.

"Brown vote." I say. "I vote my car. Tyler?" 

"My car!" He says loudly. "Trevor?" He asks pleadingly. 

"Sorry Tyler. I'm going with Taylor's car." 

"B-b-b-but!" Tyler stutters. 

"You want to go in your own car, you drive yourself." I say. 

"Whatever." He grumbles. 

We walk into our 6 car garage, which currently only has 3 cars in it. My car is parked on one side, Tyler's on the other, and our dad's black Audi in the middle. Tommy (Thomas) has his car with him wherever he is now. My dad has his blue Ferrari with him, and Trevor is waiting until my dad buys him a car. It is tradition that my dad buys everyone a car on their seventeenth birthday if they have their license, or whenever they get it after. Tommy got his dark grey Cadillac on his seventeenth birthday, Tyler got his silver Lexus two months after his seventeenth birthday (it is a running joke that he is the only one of us so far that hasn't gotten it on his seventeenth), I got my Dodger blue Mercedes-Benz on my seventeenth birthday, and Trevor wants a navy blue BMW. 

I get into my car, and Trevor calls, "Shotgun!" leaving Tyler to ride in the back. Trevor sits next to me, and Tyler slides into the back. He turns sideways, and begins to put his feet up when I stop him. 

"No feet on the seats!" I say. "Unless you want to pay for the cleaning." 

"Bossy." He says, before putting his head down and looking at his phone. Probably texting his girlfriend. His girlfriend was one of the popular kids, who I'm pretty sure is using him. But I don't know.

As soon as we pull out of the house, Trevor grabs my phone and attaches it to my docking station. He tries to unlock it, but because it is an iPhone XS, I have to use face recognition. Once I do, Trevor pulls up my music. I know what he is doing. He is going to play something to get Tyler interested, then slam him with something he hates. 

I stifle a giggle, then shoot Trevor a thank you look. He opens a Linkin Park playlist I made, and lets it play for a few songs. After a bit, Trevor opens up Taylor Swift's 1989 album, and points out the song he's going to play. He's about to press it, when I give him a one second gesture. 

"About ten minutes, Tyler!" I tell him. 

"Okay." He says, begrudgingly. "Hey, what happened to Linkin Park? Why did it stop?" 

"Probably just got paused. Let me check." Trevor says. 

He gives me a countdown on his fingers. Three. Two. One. He pushes down on the song, and we both start laughing as Shake It Off starts playing. I turn my phone off, and we both sing loudly, and I watch Tyler in my rear view mirror. He slumps down in his seat and is plugging his ears. Meanwhile, Trevor is singing loudly next to me. Trevor is the only boy I know that will willingly listen to Taylor Swift, but I like being able to listen with him. 

Once I get off the freeway, I follow the procession of really nice cars into Dodger Stadium. Eventually we get into the designated spot to park for the banquet. I go over to one of the spots reserved for my dad, and parked my car. He has three reserved, and he is already parked in one. We get out of the car, and together, the three of us walk into the banquet. We pick up our table assignments, and then go put our things at the table. I don't think to look at who else is at our table, but then remember that I don't really care. 

I walk over to the bar, and order a Shirley Temple. As I am walking back to my table, two hands go over my eyes. I stop abruptly. Then I hear a voice go, "Guess who?" A voice I know very well. 

I spin around, careful not to spill on him and yell out, "Tommy!" I give him a hug, then hand my drink to a server passing by. Then I give Tommy an even bigger hug. 

He laughs and says, "Did you miss me?" 

"You're kidding, right?" I ask. "I have so many questions for you. Where were you? How was it going? Why are you here? Do Tyler and Trevor know?" I stop and Tommy laughs again. 

"Tay, I've only been gone 3 months." 

"Only!" I say. 

"Okay, okay. I was in Oklahoma City, practicing with the Triple A team. It was going great, and I think they are going to move me to Triple A this season. I'm here because Dad invited me, because he thinks I have a chance of making it on the roster possibly this year, but most definitely next year. And no, Tyler and Trevor do not know. But we are going to go surprise them." 

"Okay, let's go!" I say gleefully. 

"Why are you so excited? I'm just coming home for a month." Tommy says.

"Yay!" I say. "Even better!" 

We walk back to our table, and Trevor sees Tommy and leaps up. He almost knocks over Tyler, who starts to say something, but sees Tommy, and runs over as well. They are both hugging and asking questions, when someone clears their throat loudly. 

We all turn and see our dad standing there.

"Sorry..." Tommy begins, but Dad smiles big and gives Tommy a hug. 

"Good to see you again, Tom!" Dad was the only one who could get away with calling Tommy Tom. Anybody else called him that, and they got their asses handed to them. 

"I see you got here alright?" Dad asks. 

"Yep." Tommy says. "I flew in a couple hours ago, went to my friends house, and got cleaned up there. Then I came here." 

Dad is about to say something, when someone walks up to the podium at the front of the room, and says, "If everyone could find their seats, that would be great." 

"I have to go sit over there," Dad says. "But we can catch up later." He starts to walk away, but turns and winks at me. 

I sit down where I put my bag, facing the podium, and Tommy sits next to me, with Tyler next to him, and Trevor on my other side. 

I smiled to myself, because even though the gala had just started, I was happy because all of my brothers and I were in the same place, at the same time. It was perfect.