"Trying to get away from me as quick as possible, huh?" she asked, as they walked toward the door hand-in-hand.
"You know it," he said. "I'm going off to have a torrid love affair with the wardrobe lady."
"Should I be jealous?" Skye asked.
"Very," Taylor said. "She's got breasts like grapefruits and she can break walnuts between her butt cheeks."
"Gross," Skye said.
"It can be a turn-on," Taylor told her.
She wrinkled her nose and decided against arguing. If Taylor thought it was kinky, let him. Sexual fantasies will be sexual fantasies... Fantasy being the operative word.
Inside, plates were being passed out and giant bowls of food were being hawked by the starving members of the Hanson family. Skye jumped into the big middle of it, happy as a bug in a rug to have to elbow Zac in the ribs and yank on Jessie's hair to be able to get to the bowl of scrambled eggs. She was practically one of the family, so it was nothing out of the usual. (AN: How many times must I point this out? This is just turning into one giant teenie story. I'm even doing the author's note crap. Gee whiz...)
Breakfast sprouted wings, and it flew by. Skye helped load up the van. Just before the Hanson's left she gave Taylor one last hug. He kissed her softly on the mouth - despite the fact that 16 eyes were riddle to them - and told her that they'd probably be back in a month or two for a break. They did the whole "I love you, I miss you, Don't forget to write" bit, and then Taylor climbed into the car and they drove away into the sunrise. Skye got into her car, sniffling.
She cranked up her radio as loud as her ears could stand, and drove home. Two months until the next time she saw a Hanson. Two months until she saw Taylor again...
