"Zac, this isn't that difficult," Skye said.
"Yes it is," Zac whined. "That man is trying to fail me."
"Zac, that man tries to fail everyone."
"You have a point," Zac said.
"Skye haven't you finished helping the little brat yet?" Taylor asked, walking into the kitchen and standing over their shoulders.
"Taylor, we haven't even started," Skye said.
"Well you know that poems not due for another 2 weeks don't you?" Taylor asked.
"What? Zachary Walker Hanson, were you trying to monopolize my time?" Skye asked, grinning at Taylor's younger brother.
"Could be," he said, trailing off into maniacal cackling. Skye gave him a joking shove.
"I have to go help Taylor before he has a nervous breakdown," Skye said.
"Oh, so not only is it another man, he also happens to be my own brother," Zac said. "Fine. Run away with him for all I care. I can find another woman."
"Yeah, your mom," Skye replied.
"Hey, at least she can cook!!!" Zac screeched. "Zac, you are goofy beyond all imagination."
