"I liked it," he sniffed. He failed to mention that he still liked it, and still occasionally wore his hair in such a manner.
"You looked like a Swiss goat girl," she said, making an awful face.
Zac rolled his eyes. He went back to his closet, and began to pull clothes off the hanger. After a few minutes, Jocelyn chimed, "Are you really gonna bring those hideous red, crushed velvet pants with you?"
He turned to face her. "What's wrong with them?"
"Zac, in case you don't know," she said, getting to her feet, "you don't wear red pants unless you're sleeping in them; and you don't wear crushed velvet unless you're Austin Powers."
Zac frowned. "Well, I could be wearing these for pajamas," he said.
Jocelyn snorted. "I've seen how your older brother Taylor dresses, dear, and I'm pretty sure that bad taste runs in the family."
He made a face. "I'm not that bad. Besides, what is that thing that you're wearing? That's definitely not going to be seen on a runway anytime soon."
"Hello!" she said, waving her hand in front of his face. "Do you know how hard it is to find cute clothes for fat girls? IT'S IMPOSSIBLE!"
She snatched the red pants out of his hands and threw it on the pile by his suitcase; then stomped back to the bed.
"You're not fat," Zac told her.
"Tell that to the rest of the world," she snapped.
He rolled his eyes. "You just haven't lost your baby fat. Trust me, it will happen. I'm living proof."
A smile quirked Jocelyn's lips. "You still weren't as hefty as I am," she commented.
He shrugged. "Yeah, well, you've gotta grow boobs and all." Both of their cheeks blushed bright red.
"That was so embarrassing," she said.
"Tell me about it," he groaned. They looked at each other, then burst out laughing.
"Taylor, are you going to pack?" Isaac asked his younger brother, who was lying on his bed on his back. When Taylor didn't so much as twitch, Isaac sat down next to him. "Blink once if yes, twice if no. Are you going to pack?"
Taylor blinked once.
"Well, you do realize that we're leaving at 4 o'clock...in the morning? Tomorrow?"
Taylor sat up. "I don't want to go out with Lia anymore," he said.
Isaac rolled his eye. "I told you you shouldn't have started that whole mess. You miss Skye, don't you?"
Taylor blinked once.
"Taylor, Taylor, Taylor," Isaac sighed. "I told you so."
"I know," the younger groaned, flopping back. "I could just kill myself over dumping her. She just...I can't explain it. I felt so awful about it."
Isaac patted his brother on the shoulder. "Well, I guess you've learned your first lesson in love," he said and stood up.
"What's that?" Taylor asked, bewildered.
"Don't dump the good ones," Isaac said.
