Isaac-"What is your problem?"

I wake up at 10:37 exactly to the vacuum outside our door. Thank God for "Do not Disturb" door hangers. Tay opens his eyes for a millisecond to shove his head under a pillow. I attempt to fall asleep again but I am totally unsuccesfull, so I roll out of bed, and with my eyes closed, feel my way into the bathroom for a quick shower.

As I stand under the hot spray, everyone else's worries run through my mind. Taylor's problems with Lucy, Lucy's problems with Lucy, Zac's new found love, Zoë's butt-rash, Jessie bitching about middle-child issues, and my own problem with Michelle. Not that she's the problem. It's her whole life. It's being lived in the wrong state, that's all. I wonder if Tay and Zac ever worry about anyone but themselves. Well, Tay does sometimes, but I'm not always sure about Zac. He's always so babied by everyone. Oh well. I guess he still is a baby. Zoë's not really as much of a child as he is. Yet.

My thought train is slightly interupted by a huge bang on the door. "Isaac!!!!! For God's Sake!!! Open this door I have to piss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Yah, alright." I yell over the running water, and I reach out and unlock the door. Tay comes running in and closes the door. Through the fogged window I see him as a blue blob with a light upper torso. Blue because of his blue track pants. Light because he sleeps without a shirt. Personally, I think he could use some upper-body work, but then, so could I.

When Tay leaves, I turn off the shower and dry off. I can hear Zac and Tay arguing about something and the phone is ringing. "Would one of you booger brains answer the Goddamned phone?" I scream, and the ringing ceases.

"Yello?" I hear Zac say. "What? Oh...yah...Thanks...Um...yah. Well, That depends...." He continues.

I walk out of the bathroom, and Tay is staring at Zac as though he's got a mold growing out of his ears. I hit him in the back of the head. "Hey...! What's so intriguing about Zackypoo?"

He swats at me, and then tells me to shutup, and then we both sit and stare at Zac.

"Yah...well...I don't know....Okay, hold on." He says and then he part way covers the phone and looks at us, "Guys, they say there isn't many of them so, do you wanna go down and....sign?"

They both look at me. "Yah, alright." I say, "Just, let me brush my hair."

"You guys?" Zac asks, "Think of a catchy phrase for me to use."

"What the hell for?"

"Our next acceptance speech!!" He whines.

"You guys," I say, "I'm going out for awhile. I'll be in room # 319"

I quickly slip out the door as Tay tries to throw a few questions at me. "Bye!"

I'm walking down the hall, and something occures to me, so I turn around and walk down the stairs. There's something I want to do.