Mom wanted me to ask you to Ike's SURPRISE birthday party. You can't tell him, okay? It's supposed to be a SECRET. So don't let the guinnea pig outta the bag. I would tell you face-to-face, but this morning I didn't get the chance to talk and I'm leaving at lunch. Call Mom for any extra information about the party.
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**stand-by for flashback sequence** "Yum. Fried guinnea pig!" Taylor cackled.
"Not Ruthgar!" Skye squealed, hiding her guinnea pig from him. Taylor laughed.
"I was only kidding, Tukie. Don't get so weirded out," he said.
"Don't joke about my Ruthgar's life," Skye sniffed.
"Oh, guess what. We're throwing a surprise party for Dad. You wanna come?" Taylor asked.
Skye's eyebrows raised. "Your mom doesn't mind?"
"Nah," Taylor said. "What does it matter anyhow? You're over here everyday as it is."
"Am not!" Skye argued.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Walker peeped in. "Guys, what's the arguing about?"
"Nothing," Taylor said quickly.
"Liar!" Skye snorted. "We're arguing about whether or not I can come to your surprise party."
Skye paused, and thought about what she had just said. Taylor was glaring furiously at her, and Walker was trying to hide a grin.
"Ooooops," she said slowly.
"Skyyye!" Taylor yelled, punching her arm. She frowned at him, and punched him back. The brawl was on... **end flashback sequence**
Skye smiled softly at the memory. Taylor would remember something like that. Ike was turning 19. Wow, Skye thought. He seems like he should still be...a kid. But he wasn't. And neither was she. And neither was Taylor. And it occured to her then just how complicated her situation was about to get.
Face it, girlie, Skye's mental self told her, You've got a crush, grade-A on your best friend.
"Oh, man," she groaned, banging her fist on the locker. She crumpled the piece of paper and dropped it on the floor. Then, she hurried down the hall to make it to lunch before the bell rang.
