He pushed open his brother's bedroom door. Tay lay in the foor, in a pile of dirty clothes no less, staring at the ceiling.
"Taylor?" he asked, giving his brother a look. Taylor looked up at him.
"Hey, Zac," he said. "Whatcha want?"
"Is Skye comin' over? She said she'd help me with this stupid poem," he said, holding up a sheet of paper with a few lines scribbled on it.
"She's not coming over," Taylor told him. His lip twitched. Zac burst out laughing.
"Oh! Your lip just TWITCHED!" Zac shrieked with laughter. "You looked JUST LIKE MR. SMITH!!!!!" He clutched his stomach, and doubled over. That was simply too amusing. Taylor glared at him.
"Haha, very funny, Zac," Taylor muttered, pulling a pair of dirty jeans over his head.
Zac made his way out of the room, still cackling.
"God, Josh, could you please stop staring?" she snapped.
"Is that for Mr. Smith's class?" he asked.
Umm...yeah?" she said, giving him a duh look.
"Oh, just wondering," he said, leaning back in his chair. Then, he sat up straight again.
"Is Zac Hanson in your English class?" he asked.
"Yeah," she said slowly. "But why?"
"Nothing," Josh said, smirking knowingly to himself. "Nothing at all..."
