“You’re finally home,” Zac’s 19 year old brother, Taylor said as Zac made his way into
the kitchen with a grin on his face.
“Yup,” Zac nodded opening the door to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of water
and sat down next to Taylor at the table.
“Takes you long enough to mow a lawn,” Taylor said shoving a forkfull of
macaroni and cheese into his mouth.
Zac nearly spit out his water before he swallowed it and coughed instead. He
cleared his throat and beat his palm against his chest. “Well...you know,” Zac said
standing up.
Taylor’s brow creased as he gave Zac a strange look. “You know what?” He
asked.
“I’m taking a shower,” Zac said pushing the kitchen door open leaving it swinging
back and forth.
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“Can I come in?” Taylor called knocking on Zac’s bedroom door.
“Yeah,” Zac answered hanging his towel over the closet door.
Taylor entered to the sounds of Sublime blasting from Zac’s stereo. “Hey,” Zac
said turning the volume down.
“Yo,” Taylor lazily greeted flopping onto Zac’s full size, low to the ground bed
covered with a solid burgandy bedspread. “Do you wanna do something tonight?” He
asked.
“I had sex today,” Zac told him searching his dresser drawers for a shirt to go with
the khaki cargo shorts he had on.
“What?” Taylor laughed and sat up.
Zac threw an old red thrift store polo shirt with thin navy blue horizontal stripes
over his head. “I had to tell somebody,” he said pushing the wet hair out of his face.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Taylor said closing his eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Yes I’m serious,” Zac smiled throwing himself down on the small tan couch
opposite the bed. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“So who with?” Taylor’s face perked up as he put his feet on the ground and
leaned closer to Zac.
“Ruby. Across the street.”
“Dude, isn’t that the lady who pays you to clean her pool?”
“No, you gimp. Her daughter.”
“Ah,” Taylor smiled. “Does she charge you extra for that?”
“Shut up,” Zac laughed and threw a small pillow at his brother.
“So is she hot?” Taylor asked in a typical Taylor-fashion.
“Yeah, she’s hot. She’s gorgeous.”
“Why haven’t I ever seen her?”
“She just got home from college in New York,” Zac told him.
“Whoa, how old is she?”
“19.”
“No way,” Taylor’s eyes widened. “Oh man, you suck,” he said standing up.
“That’s commendable.” He gave Zac a pat on the shoulder and went to the door.
“Hey, you still wanna hang out later?” Zac asked using the remote to turn up the
volume of his stereo.
“Yeah man. I’ll go see what movies are playing,” Taylor offered closing Zac’s
door as he left.
