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"Hey come on in" Taylor said opening the screen door for John. He walked in and Taylor closed the door behind him leading him upstairs to his room. Once they got there Taylor plopped down, stomach first, on his bed to read a magazine.

"So what did you do today?" John asked while sitting down in a chair in the corner.

"My history quiz, which I know I failed, and then Mom made me take Avie and Mac to the park. What about you?"

"Same old day at school. Everyone is all excited for this dance that's coming up in 3 weeks. Man, 3 weeks! They have plenty of time to rag on it later, but they had to start now." John said shaking his head while Taylor snickered at him.

"What's the matter, can't find a date?" He said teasingly.

"I can! I just don't know how I want to do it! And you shouldn't be talking, you never had to ask a girl out before, they all beg you to go out with them Mr. Taylor Hanson;Teen Heartthrob!"

"Hey! First of all, never say that in my presence again or I will pound you into the ground. And Second of all, I don't date the teenies! It is not my fault they worship my body." He said while flexing his muscles. John just looked at him with amusement written all over his face.

"Oh yeah, and that big head of yours is all that more appealing to them isn't it?" Taylor nodded with a cheesy grin on his face.

"So who are you taking? That Marisa? Maranda? What's her name?" Taylor asked trying to think of the girls name.

"Melissa! God Tay, I talk about her all the time, you think you could actually remember the things I say? "

"Well sooorry. It's not like I ever met her, now if I had a face to match the name with..and a body" His grin turned sly. "Then I could remember!"

"Yeah Yeah, nobody could forget her body" He said with a look of pure lust on his face. "Oh yeah, that reminds me. A couple of guys at school are playing this trick on this girl, her name is Katrina--"

"That's a cool name" Taylor interjected.

"Yeah whatever, let me finish! See she isn't in the popular crowd, she's rather plain you know? And not skinny. So they are going to send her a rose and tell her to meet her "secret admirer" after school by the flagpole so everyone can laugh at her when nobody shows up. Everyone knows about it, I feel sorry for the girl. She'll probably buy the act and go."

Taylor just couldn't believe people could be so rude. That girl could be really sweet, and they are going to make a fool out of her infront of her whole school. It wasn't right.

"When is that going to happen?" Taylor asked.

"Next Friday. Hey, I have to get going. I have a shit load of homework to do. Catch ya later Tay" he said while grabbing his bag and going out the door.

"Bye" Taylor said. Not really thinking about John, he was thinking about where he was going to be next Friday.

Taylor ran down the stairs to the kitchen where he saw his mom working on dinner. "Mom! We aren't doing anything next Friday are we??"

"Well, no not that I can think of. Why?" She asked him while stirring the spaghetti sauce she was making.

"Can I go up to the highschool?" Taylor asked her with a hopeful and innocent look on his face.

Mrs. Hanson let out a sigh. "Taylor..honey, I don't know if that's a good idea. Why do you want to do that? You could end up with a mob of girls after you and--"

"But Mom! I have to! See, there's this girl and--" He cut her off only for her to cut him off in return.

"A girl?" she asked raising her eyebrow at him.

"No no! You don't understand! She needs my help, only she doesn't know it. Well..not necessarily my help. She just needs help, well, its not like she is crazy and needs help! Ahh..anyways, I want to help her!" he said rather quickly. Diana knew that when Taylor did this it meant he really wanted something. Only Zac talked like that normally. So she decided to let him go.

"Fine, but I'm going to give you my cell phone so just incase you get caught by fans you can hide and call us." She said. And Taylor gave her a big hug thanking her and ran upstairs smiling.

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