Marilla Anderson skated around the rink one more time before returning to the table where her twin sister Andrea sat. She wrapped her scarf a little bit tighter around her neck as she sat down at the table. She unlaced her ice skates as her twin quietly sipped her hot chocolate.
"Have fun?" Andrea asked, drinking down the last of the hot chocolate and setting the cup down on the table.
"Yeah, except when I fell down that one time. Man, that hurt!" Marilla exclaimed. She put the stopper on her skates and pulled them off. "What do you want to go do now?"
"How about going to Quincy Market? I hear the Express is having a really big sale right now," Andrea replied. "And I definitely need some more jeans."
"Sounds good to me," Marilla replied, pulling on her Docs. She tied them quickly and stood up. "Ready?"
"Yeah. Let's head to the subway station." They got up and walked to the exit of the rink. Andrea threw her cup in a nearby trash can. The subway station was only a few blocks away. The Boston subways probably weren't the cleanest or best running subways in the world, but they were the only way to get around the large city quickly. And besides, Andrea and Marilla were only there for two weeks to visit their aunt.
"Hey, did you hear who's in Boston this week on business?" Andrea asked, as they stepped onto the escalator.
"No, I didn't," Marilla replied.
"You haven't? You must be the only one. Hanson is in town this week!" Andrea exclaimed. She squealed in excitement. Marilla gave her a strange look. "Isn't that so totally awesome?"
"Wait....isn't Hanson that band that sounds like a bunch of girls?" Marilla asked.
"Yeah, but they don't sound like that anymore," Andrea replied. "But can you believe that they're actually here, in the same city that we are, at the same time we are?"
"Uh..........I guess," Marilla responded. She wasn't in the mood to argue with Andrea today about what fags Hanson were. It always ended the same way: Andrea pinning Marilla under her thumb by saying how cute they were. Which Marilla certainly had to agree with. But in her opinion, any guy that sang like a girl was obviously very, very gay.
They stepped up to the turnstile that led to the subways and shoved their week-long passes through it. It opened and the girls walked to the subway entrance marked 5C. This was the subway to downtown Boston. From there, they had to walk to Quincy Market.
"If you're ever lonely you can bawl on the. And I'll- oh crap! I messed up the words again.! Stop! Stop!" Isaac Hanson exclaimed. The rest of the band stopped playing.
"Not again!" Taylor yelled, glaring at his older brother. "Ike, this is the fifth time we've done this song! Can you please get the words right this time?" They were doing a sound check for the Rosie O' Donnell show, which was filming that afternoon. They had been there for almost two hours, and Ike still couldn't get the song right. Taylor couldn't figure out what was wrong with him.
"Yeah, Ike! I'm really hungry! I'd like to go eat sometime today!" Zac agreed.
"Sweetie," his mother Diana spoke up, "Just forget about it. If you're not getting the words right now, you never will if you keep practicing. We have to meet my friend Caroline Anderson in an hour at Hard Rock Café. You know it'll take us at least thirty minutes to get downtown. We really need to get going."
"Alright! Alright!" Isaac said, lifting the guitar strap over his head and laying the guitar in its stand. "Let's go eat." They walked out the back exit to their waiting limousine. Diana got in, followed by the three boys. The chauffeur got in and they were off.
Diana picked up the phone and began to dial a number. Zac fiddled with the stereo, while Isaac just stared out the window. Not that there was anything to stare at really. Just masses and masses of buildings. Taylor reached over and smacked his older brother on the head.
"Hey!? What's your problem?" Isaac exclaimed, turning quickly to face Taylor.
"What's yours? You've really been out of it lately, Ike. You screw around and rehearsals, and sometimes just blow them off completely. You forget school work and ignore everyone." Taylor said. "What's eating you?" Taylor raised one eyebrow at his brother.
"Nothing," Isaac replied, returning to gazing out the window.
"Yeah, right. And Zac's adopted," Taylor responded sarcastically. "Really, Ike, what's wrong?"
"Nothing! Just leave me alone and mind your own damn business!" Isaac suddenly yelled. He began humming a song by Pulp. Taylor realized then what Isaac's problem was.
"Aisleagh dumped you didn't she?" Taylor said. Isaac said nothing, just kept staring out the car window. "That's what it is. She dumped you, and now you're pouting about it." Taylor started laughing at how childish his older brother was acting.
"What's so funny?" Zac asked, suddenly becoming interested in their conversation.
"Ike got jilted," Taylor replied.
"Oh," Zac said, as though he understood. "What's ‘jilted' mean?"
"I got dumped," Ike spoke up.
"Aisleagh?" Zac asked. He started laughing at the look Isaac had on his face. Isaac was slouched down in his seat, scowling. Or more exactly, pouting.
"Ok, so she dumped me. She says I'm not home enough, and that when I am, I ignore her. Which is pure bullshit, and she knows it. I know she dumped me for that foreign exchange student form France. Pierre...or whatever," Isaac said.
"Yep. And I bet you never even layed a finger on her," Taylor said.
"Is sex all you think about? I have more respect for her than that," Isaac retorted, angrily.
"You mean you never once thought about letting her go down on you or sleeping with her?" Taylor asked. "You must be joking."
"No, I didn't, pervert," Isaac said.
"Oooooooooooo!" Taylor cooed.
"Oh, shut up! You're the boy who's screwed so many girls that you probably have some STD!" Isaac yelled. Diana covered the mouthpiece on the car phone.
"Will you please be quiet?!" Diana whispered.
"Sorry, Mom," Zac said. She started talking on the phone again. "Will you please stop arguing about this? It's really pointless."
"I've only slept with one girl, and you know it!" Taylor exclaimed in a whisper. "No one else, just her."
"That's not what you tell everyone else. I've heard you bragging to your buddies. And I've seen the hickeys, and I've heard you sneaking into the house late at night," Isaac said.
"Well......those girls didn't mean anything to me," Taylor said. "And if you ever tell Mom about it, I'll tell her about the coed sleepover at Mike's."
"Oh, please. Nothing happened," Isaac said. Diana hung up the phone.
"Ok, Caroline is going to meet us there. She's bringing her daughter, Abigail, and her two nieces. And you three, please try to be polite?" Diana said.
"Yes'm." they responded.
"How old are they?" asked the ever curious Zac.
"Abigail is 13, and Caroline's nieces are about Taylor and Isaac's ages," Diana replied.
"Good," Taylor said. "Ike here needs to get laid."
"Taylor! Watch that filthy mouth of yours, young man. I'm not going to put up with any of that shit today," she commanded. The three boys started snickering at this. She gave them a dirty look, and they stopped. This was going to be an interesting lunch.
"How do you like it?" Andrea asked, coming out of the dressing room. Marilla looked down at her watch and yawned. The pink dress was about the tenth outfit Andrea had tried on. It was almost one ‘o clock.
"Its cute," Marilla replied. It amazed her how shallow her twin could be. Even if Andrea was older, Marilla was definitely more mature.
"That's what you've said about the last 5! How am I supposed to pick one if you keep giving me the same response about each?!" Andrea exclaimed. She turned on her heel and stomped back into the dressing room.
"Andi, we really need to get going. We're supposed to meet Aunt Caroline at Hard Rock in 15 minutes," Marilla said.
"So what? It's just right across the street, Lilla. And this is much more important," Andrea called from the dressing room. Marilla sighed.
"Will you just please get dressed so we can go? You know how I hate being late," Marilla responded.
"Yes, your anal retentive. Alright," Andrea said. She came out of the dressing room, and they left the store.
