“Hmmmm, so what do I do, just go up to her and ask her out?”I pondered aloud of my latest mission. I was throwing myself totally into snagging myself Savannah Smythe. “I guess so.”
“Or maybe I should become friends with her, invite her over to the tree house, and do everything I did with Dana.”
“No, I think I’ll just ask her out and hope I end up fucking her.”
I picked the phone up and dialed Brandon’s number.
“Hey, is Savannah there?” I asked when someone picked up.
“This is she.”
“Uh, will you go out with me?”
“Who is this?”
“Taylor Hanson.”
“Oh, sure.”
“Cool. I’ll pick you up around seven, go to the movies, see whatever’s playing?”
“Sure.”
Well, it was my lucky day. Jenna had finally given me some after we had been together long enough for her to figure I was serious about her.
I putsed around the kitchen, making breakfast to the best of my ability. I had discovered a while back that I was no chef. But Zac was a gourmet chef.
Oh well, I could pull it off. I got out recipe book and started to put the correct measurments of everything into a big bowl. I stirred it around until it looked about right.
Then I started to fry the pancakes.
Oh fuck, I thought, I really shouldn’t have pretended to be Sav. Oh damn....
I had just impersonated my twin because I had nothing better to do. Now I was stuck going on date with Taylor Hanson. Fuck it!
I woke up, smelling something burning. I got out of bed and walked into the kitchen to investigate.
I saw Isaac beating the what appeared to be a flaming pancake wannabe thing with a wooden spoon.
I rushed over and started attempting to smother the flames coming from the pancake wannabe thing with a plate.
Hmmmm, maybe I should call Zac today, I thought. Nah, I’ll call tommorrow. No, I’ll call today!
I picked up the phone and punched in Zac’s phone number at his parents’ house.
Someone picked up and asked, “Hello?”
I recognized the voice as Taylor’s.
“Uh, is Zac home?”
“Who is this?”
“Cate.”
“Hold on a minute.”
“What were you doing trying to make pancakes?” I questioned Isaac after we had finally got the fire out.
“I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, you did surprise me.”
“You know what I mean.”
“So you’re coming home today?” I asked Zac after we has talked about the problem for about half an hour and finally come to a solution.
“As soon as I can get there, baby.”
“Cool. Do you still have your key?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’ll wait for you.”
“Okay. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
Oh damn, I thought. I can’t believe this. I just had sex with Taylor Hanson, and he doesn’t even know I’m not Savannah.
It wasn’t entirely my fault. I just couldn’t help it. He’s so fine! And I had found out during the conversation we had had before hand in his tree house that he was really nice.
He had even confessed that the tree house was he and his baby’s mother’s place before she died. I really couldn’t help it!
He rolled over and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You were great last night.”
“Well, it wasn’t my first time or anything.”
“Yeah, but still. You were.”
“Well, so were you. But I have something to tell you.”
“What?”
“I’m not Savannah.”
“What!?”
“I’m Sydney. I pretended to be her on the phone just for the hell of it because I was bored, and then you asked me out, and I don’t know why I said yes, but I did, then I just couldn’t help it but to sleep with you, becasue I found out tonight that I really like you.”
“Well, I really like you too, Sydney.”
I smiled. Everything was working itself out.
“Damn, those pancakes were really good, Jen,” I told my fiancee after eating the pancakes that she had prepared.
“I’m glad you liked them. I just made the recipe up, I’ll write it down if I can remember it.”
“Whoa, you just made that up off the top of your head?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Damn!”
I opened the door to the house I had lived in for such a long time, nervous about moving back in. “Cate? Honey, are you home?”
“I’m over here, Zac,” she called from the doorway to the bedroom, where she stood, completely naked.
I dropped my bag in surprise. “Cate! You’re not wearing any clothes!”
“Well duh!”
“Uh, oh yeah. You already knew that, didn’t you?”
“Uh, yeah. I did.”
“Damn. You look good.”
“So do you.”
“Naw, I mean...” I waved my hand at her body.
She had been much more of the skinny as hell, flat chested type last I had seen her without clothing. Now she had filled out a lot and had hips and tits and legs and all that.
“Yeah, well, I had a growth spurt. I think you got taller.”
“I did. I’m five seven now.”
“Damn. I feel short. I’m still only five three.”
“That’s taller than a lot of girls your age.”
“My age? I’m thriteen, just like you. Our age.”
“Whatever.” I walked over to her and put my arms around her waist, then manuevered to pull her back into the bedroom.
“You are really melodramatic, you know that?” I asked her just as we were about to go down on the bed.
“Yeah, and you love it.”
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