Skye walked back into the room where Taylor was sitting at the computer.
"Are we having another important disscusion about the bra size of all the girls in the chat room?" Skye stated sarcastically.
"No were talking about TITANIC," Taylor muttere. "I'm so sick of that movie."
"Well at least in this subject some people answer the questions. Like any girl would actualy tell you her bra size anyway."
"Some do."
"Excuse me, I forgot about the occasional bimbo that wonders in."
"Some girls have even thrown bras at me," Taylor said, eyes glimmering as he thought nasty thoughts.
"What? You mean at one of your concerts? None of the girls wear bras to your concerts, Taylor. I've been in the audience; I know." She shuddered convulsively.
"NASTY FLASHBACK!!!! That whole thing scarred me for life," she told him.
"You are so mean, Skye."
"I like me that way, and you do too or we wouldn't be friends."
"I think after 10 years I have grown immune to your rude remarks."
"Ouch, that hurt."
"Hey Taylor. Mom said come down for diner. Oh hi Skye! Glad you're here. I need a favor. I have to write this poem for Mr. Smith's class. I was wondering if you would help me?" Zac said in one breath.
"You have Mr. Smith? You poor thing. Of course I'll help you."
Zac left. Taylor was shutting the computer down.
"See? I'm not mean; I'm helping Zac."
"Only because he tells you where his candy stash is," Taylor said, flashing her a look.
"That is not the reason I'm helping him," Skye said, plastering an innocent look on her face.
"Oh it's not..."
"Taylor, Skye, its time for dinner!!!" Mrs. Hanson called.
"I bet I can beat you downstairs." Taylor challenged her.
"You're on."
"One, two..." Taylor bolted.
"Hey, that's cheating!!" Skye yelled as she chased after him.
She tackled him just as they got to the kitchen.
"Got ya!" she yelled, pinching his sides and tickling him.
The entire Hanson family turned around they all bursted into laughter, except for Jessica. Skye, after deciding that Taylor had had enough torture, stood up and lent him her hand. She pulled him to his feet, and then they sat down.
"Kye pend night?" Mac asked Jessica.
"Yeah Mackie. Skye is spending the night," Jessica stated rather unenthusiastically. Skye wondered what was wrong. Jessie usually liked it when she stayed over. Her thoughts were interupted by Mr. Hanson's voice.
"Jessie, it's your turn to do the dishes," he said.
"I'll help you," Skye offered.
