Zac:
I ran as fast as I could home. By the time I reached my house I was ready to pass out. It was quite a track home. I stumbled in, and collapsed on the couch. My mom sat in the chair and glared. I'm late and I'm going to get it.
"You're late" She demanded.
"I know, sorry, mommy" I tried.
"Are you drunk, you're acting weird!" She got up and moved next to me. Looking, examining me.
"I'm not drunk MOM. I just ran home." I said, annoyed. I thought she trusted me more than that. She's just concerned, calm down.
"Well, go to bed. Everyone's in his or her rooms, or asleep. That's where I want you." She hurried off to her and dad's room. Parents.
I slowly slinked off to my shared room, to get my towel and some clothes. I opened the door and both my brothers, stared at me like I was an alien.
Taylor was the first to speak, "so where'd ya go?" What a hippie, he should have come. But I'm actually glad he didn't. He would annoy me.
Ike chimed in, "meet anyone...like female, and nice-looking"
"What makes you think I met a girl!" I demanded, they always questioned me about meeting girls. If I met one, if I did meet one was she attractive.
"Why would you stay out so late if you didn't?" Ike teased. I knew him. If he knew I met a girl he would try to milk me for information. He would go for her. But HA diggins is too young for him. Besides, the fact that he went out with a 16-year-old from M2M, what makes it worse is I went out with the 17-year-old from M2M. Also note the DID, and WENT OUT. We broke up with them. First of all, long distance relationships, then there was, we got together on the road and afterwards we found out we were to different to hang out or anything. So that sucked. At least I learned how to kiss. When we first did the full frontal snogging thing, my mouth was open so wide I was slobbering all over her. She helped me out; not to mention she thought it was extremly funny. By the end of the relationship, she told me I was a "extremely pleasing kisser" how about that? Not bad for a girly Hanson, huh?
I walked over to my dresser, and pulled open a drawer with force. I pulled out clean boxers and a white tee shirt.
"Oh our little Zac is growing up!" Ike said in a high annoying voice.
I turned and glared.
"And SOOO hormonal!" Taylor added, in a similar tone.
I turned and made my way to the door. Grabbing my towel, from the hook on the back of the door, "You guys are just jealous because..." They both stared at me, for me to finish the sentence, "I met a gir-rl, HA" I ran off to the bathroom. I heard them both, go 'aww man' ha jokes on them.
The hot shower felt good as I lathered the rich smelling soap on my body. Showers always give me time to think about what had happened during the day. The hot water melts all the problems off my skin and carries them down the drain. I read somewhere that, baths, water, can be magical. They cleanse the soul, and relieve stress. They can be very spiritual. I think that's how I take showers. They help me cope with life. Also sleep, before I go to sleep I like to review the day. Think of what I have to do tomorrow, then I drift off and go into total relaxation. When I wake up, I'm usually fresh and open-minded. Like nothing can hurt me. Then I see my brothers.
I dragged myself out of the shower and dried off. I usually just walk around the bathroom naked, brush my teeth. Getting ready to go to bed. I slipped on my fresh line-dried boxers, and pulled on the supposed white undershirt that I use for sleep attire. I bunched my towel once more around my hair and squeezed to get the last of wetness out of it. I threw the towel around my neck and opened the door and started off to my bedroom.
I was greeted, with laughter. Joy. What now?
"So who's the lucky lady?" Beamed Ike.
"Why do you care? You're to old for her anyway." I paused, "OLD MAN!" it just came out.
Isaac shot me a weird look and put his head down on his pillow. Maybe he was going to go to sleep instead of bothering me about girls, my girl. Yeah, i like the ring of that.
It was apparently Taylor's turn to take a stab, "what about for me?" he asked teasingly. I know he was just rattling my cage but I feel oddly defensive about her.
"NO, she would say you're a girly BOY, I am the only one she wants, or would want. So stop asking me," I paused again, thinking of what to call Tay, "GIRLY BOY!"
"Geeze Zac, you can be an ass sometimes." Taylor spat in defense.
"Why do you have to be one!" I retorted.
"We were just playing around, and you go all defensive and bite our freaking heads off. CALM DOWN. Now apologize!" he lectured. Why does he always have to be the reasonable one? Why can't he just act like a 2-year-old like Isaac and me?
"No," I'll be damned if I have to apologize to Chewy. Amazing the fans named him right. He does resemble Chewbaca. I have to give them some credit.
"Do it!" Taylor demanded of me.
I jumped into bed and lay down, "Sorry oldman" I said with a hint of laughter.
"I guess that's as much of a 'sorry' we're gonna get outta him." Isaac said light heartily.
"Oh well." Taylor sigh, "goodnight, my dear brothers" sarcastic little creature.
I shifted on my side to face the wall. I stare blankly, reviewing the day. It's makes me cringe sometimes, when I think of things I did, and I think back, and think, that was so stupid. But my mind shifts to the good stuff that happened during the day. Meeting the oh so gothic Diggins. I like Goths, except they scare me. Well Diggins seemed pretty nice. Maybe it was because she was venerable, and I was there and we clicked. That's cool, I'm friends with a Goth. Thats more than i can say for Ike and Tay. They prefer, if you must, Preppy looking girls, dummies, some are smart but they don't act it. They make me sick. Personally I like the quiet ones, you get to know them and they have to most interesting things to say. They have a lot of insight, they understand things and observe people and usually have a good grip on what's happening. The Goths are well I don't really know. I haven't come in contact with many Goths. The ones I have talked to were very intelligent, and were just the most interesting people you could want.
Diggins is Goth and well I like her, alot. I want to take her out on a date, a real one. I wonder where I can take her. Assuming she will say yes.
A loud noise ripped me away from my thoughts.
Ike was laughing like a hyena, "I farted!" he said in a low, mimic retard voice.
"Ike that's nasty. If you have to do that go to another room." Taylor laughed.
"Dude I can smell that over here." I waved my hand to get the nasty smell away. Even I was giggling. You gotta admit farts and crap are funny things.
Diggins:
After Travis left I went inside and went to my room. My mother was teasing me about Him again. She wants me to have a boyfriend so bad; she's becoming delusional. I collapsed on my bed and don't want to move. I know I have to get a shower, cause I don't want to smell weird. I quickly undressed and wrapped my towel around myself. I walked down the hallway and jumped over the 3 steps that lead to the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it.
I turned on the hot water and the cold, and adjusted it to my liking. I stepped in, hanging my towel on the bar that was placed by the shower. I quickly washed my hair and lathered. I got out to dry and got back into my room. I put on a sports bra under white wife beater, which was clingy, I slipped on my underwear and a pair of light cotton, gray, shorts. I stepped up to the mirror and gazed at myself.
"How can people stand to look at me?" I quietly asked myself.
I ran the brush through my hair. I scooped up my black lipstick, white loose powder, concealer, and assorted "beauty" products, and placed them in a "makeup" basket on my dresser. I walked over and turned out the light and slipped into bed, thinking of Travis. Where did he come from? Why did he ask me for my number? Oh yeah, my mom invited him for dinner. Great, another day of torture. A nice looking guy saves me and I should be happy a cute guy noticed me. Well my mom makes me miserable, even if a cute boy is at stake. I would rather tell him to buzz off than get attention from my mom.
I wonder if he likes me. I wonder if he finds me attractive. AHH! I'm such a dumb ass.
I drifted off to sleep thinking of Travis. And weather my mom made me miserable or not, I was looking forward to seeing him again.