“There are whores of people! Everywhere!” Zac exclaimed.
“What in the hell are you talking about?” I asked him.
“Whores of people, everywhere!” he repeated.
“Uh, don’t you mean hordes of people?”
“Uh, yeah! I heard Tay say it the other day.”
“What did Taylor say?”
“Uh, something about, ‘So many of them, all whores. And they all wanted me.’ So I went to my mom, and I asked her, ‘Mom, what’s ‘so many of them, whores!’ mean?’ And she said ‘A lot of.’”
“Uh, I think you misunderstood, Zac.”
“Oh.”
“Oh my God!” I cried. I had just come down the stairs, to find my woman, and my brother, practically fucking on the couch.
“You lied to me, Dana! You lied to me!” I accused.
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Isaac asked me.
“You said you and Isaac weren’t doing it!”
“We weren’t doing it!” she defended herself.
“But if you were doing this, then you’ve probably done that!”
“What are you trying to say? That I don’t have enough respect for myself to hold out on that?”
“You don’t act like you do,” I muttered, stalking back up the steps to my room to pout. But Dana was right behind me.
I closed the door in her face and ordered, “Go away!”
“No!”
“Go away!”
“Taylor, I care about you so much!”
“You don’t act like it!”
“I love you!”
“You don’t act like it!”
“Taylor, what you saw, was as far as Isaac and I have ever gone! I swear!”
“Yeah right. I’m here, in the house! Hell knows what you do when there aren’t people around.”
“But Tay!” she whined. “That was the first time we’ve even gone that far!”
“Go to hell!”
“I’m gonna go fuck Isaac now! I hope you’re content in that knowledge!”
Dana went downstairs. About five minutes later, I heard really, really loud moaning.
I shoved my head under my pillow and started to cry bitterly. She was louder with him.
I mentally consoled myself, That could be a bad thing. It could mean he’s not good at it, and it hurts.
As I lay, in a tangle of sheets on my bed, I thought to myself, Oh my God, I just did it with a guy I don’t even like that way that much, to get back at Taylor. And he said he loved me afterwards. Ewwwwwww.
I love Taylor. Not Isaac. This sucks. I didn’t want to screw Isaac. It was, um, an accident. No, it wasn’t an accident. It was on purpose. But, since it was revenge, and there was no real emotion involved, it wasn’t exactly horrible of me.
I should call Taylor. I picked up the phone and dialled, 343-7328. “Hello, Hanson residence. To whom do I have the emense pleasure of speaking?” Mac asked, after picking up.
“Uh, it’s Dana.”
“Oh, hello Dana Face. You trampled on my brother’s heart, and made it bleed. But you gave the most humungous joy of life to my other brother. What in the hell are they talking about?”
“Uh, never mind. Just put your brother on.”
“Filled With Life’s Greatest Joy, or Bleedy Heart?”
“Uh, Bleedy Heart.”
“Hold on a minute.”
A few minutes later, Mac came back on and announced, “Bleedy Heart says he doesn’t want to talk to the dark, evil seductress who stole his heart’s freedom.”
“Put him on anyway.”
“Please hold.”
A moment later, Mac came back on and said, “Bleedy Heart says that you played with his emotions, and made him feel love, lust, pleasure, rapture, ecstasy, and despair.”
“Oh.”
“Dana Face?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s lust?”
“I’ve gotta go now. Ask Bleedy Heart.”
With that, I grabbed my coat and headed for the door.
Damn, somebody’s at the door. I’m might have to go answer it! I thought in terror as I heard the knock at the door.
“Tay! Answer the door!” Isaac called from the room where he took my soul. Actually, not him, but Dana.
“Whatever,” I mumbled and stalked to the front door.
I flung the door open angrily. On the other side, stood the evil angel that stole my soul.
I started to close the door in her face when she quickly caught it. She stepped inside, and asked, “Where’s Isaac?”
“In the kitchen. Go right on in. I’m sure he won’t care. Please don’t ruin the table.”
I walked off in the general direction of my room.
About five minutes later, I heard the door close, and someone running up the steps. “Taylor! She left me! She left me for some bastard that she says she’s in love with! We made love, less than thirty minutes ago, and now she leaves me for some other guy! That she’s in love with!”
“She did?”
“Yeah, she said she didn’t love me, but she did love someone else.”
“Cool!”
“What in the hell?”
“Go away!”
“Taylor, why in the hell would you think that was cool?” he asked, still not getting it. I decided that he sucked and now would be a good time to leave.
I got up, jumped out the open window, and ran like my life death itself was on my heels.
“Dana! Let me in! I love you! Please! We can work it out!” I pleaded at her door.
“No! Go away! I’m in love with someone else! Just go home!”
“You little whore! You were sleeping around majorly! Three different guys at the same time!”
“Three? Where in the hell did you get that, Isaac?”
“I’m Taylor, you whore!”
“Oh. Well, there were only two! And I love you!”
“Oh, so you’re not a little whore!”
“No!”
A moment later, the door opened, and I stepped inside. “I love you,” I quickly declared.
“I love you too.”
“Are your parents home?”
“No, but my little sister is.”
“You have a little sister?”
“Uh, yeah. She’s about twelve. Haven’t you noticed her yet?”
“No. Will five bucks shut her up?”
“Uh, I think she’d settle for fifty cents.”
“Cool.”
I pushed her back on the couch, and I’m pretty sure she was thinking something along the lines of, ‘deja vu all over again.’
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