Zac
“Oops, I did it again, I played with your heart, got lost the game...”
“I cannot believe you’re watching this shit.” I know that the general population of Hanson fans pondered Taylor’s sexual orientation on a daily basis, but right now I am seriously doubting his straightness.
“It’s not my fault, it’s catchy.”
Possibly the worse part of this whole thing was the fact that he was now standing about two feet in front of the TV, half-assed mimicking the dancing on the screen, his hands pumping out in front of him as Britney flipped her hair.
I stifled a laugh and threw a pillow lazily at his back, throwing him off balance. “If only your adoring fans could see you now.”
“They’d love me anyway,” he said, sticking out his tongue and launching it back at me, missing by a long shot.
I groaned and clutched my stomach in mock disgust. “God only knows why, Britney. I think you scarred me for life with that one.”
“Well gee, Zac, maybe if you took up DANCING you wouldn’t be such a fatass and they would love you just as much.”
Ouch. Hiss hiss.
“What’s that Taylor? You want to suck my dick?” I sat up, motioning to my crotch. “What? What are you saying? Suck it? You want to?”
“No, I don’t, and I don’t think anyone else wants to either,” he replied, rolling his eyes.
“You don’t NOT want to suck my dick? You do or you don’t, Taylor, I mean... stop pulling my dick about it.”
“Why don’t you grow up, Zac?” he asked as I stood, heading for the door.
“Because it’s so much fun to stoop to your level?” I turned to look at him. “Oh, yeah, Taylor, I almost forgot. Dad wanted me to tell you that he wants you to....” I trailed off, thinking. "Oh, yeah, that’s right, he wants you to fuck off."
With an astonished look from Taylor and a smug grin on my behalf, I strode out of the room, satisfied.