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| Author: Reena Email: [email protected] Rating: uh, average, PG15 So what are we going to do about our boyfriends?" "We? There is no "we", Maria." "Lizzie...get with the program. There is so a "we"." "It's not like my brother is perfect." "What...he can't cook?" "No." "No." "No." "I didn't know that." "Let's just say mom requests his absence from the kitchen on holidays." "You should see what he did to our pasta one night. Now Michael can cook." "But he's always eating cereal..." "Too lazy to do dishes." "Kyle can cook." "Is that a mush factor?" "Sort of." "Explain." "No. You wouldn't say what Michael does, so..." "I told you...it's one of his complexes." "Maria. Everything is a complex to Michael." "Exactly. And if he even knew that you guys knew he could reduce me to mush-" "He'd never do it again." "Right. And that's so not an option." "So you're going to let him off this shopping thing, right?" "How did you know about that?" "He, uh, told me." "What did he tell you?" "I'm not going to tell you." "Liz, babe, spill it." "No." "Oh, come on Liz. What did Michael say?" "My lips are sealed." "Yeah, well back to me. What should I do about Alex?" * * * "So what advice is your girlfriend giving my girlfriend?" "The possibilities are endless on that one, Whitman." "No they're not. I'm not you." "Okay guys, calm down." "You have no say in this, Evans. Your girlfriend isn't pissed at you right now." "No, his girlfriend is pissed at me right now." "So what was this spazz attack about?" "Probably about a telescope or something." Max and Alex kept their mouths shut as Michael and Kyle laughed. "Oh come on, guys. You're not going to tell us?" "No." "Maxwell..." "No." "Alex?" "No way..." * * * "Okay ladies, here's the plan...we make plans with them on Friday-" "What?! No!-" "I didn't finish. Then, we ditch them. Sleepover at my house." "Ooh, that's good. Count me in." "Tess..." "Liz..." "I'm with you two." "Isabel..." "Liz..." "Why are Max and I constantly sucked into your twisted vortexes?" "Cuz that's what friends are for." * * * "So help me out here." "Nope. I'm not ticking Iz off." "Max?" "Uh-" "Hey, you got me in this. You get me out." "Isabel is not above flushing the toilet during my showers..." "Kyle?" "Nah." "Nah! I talked your girlfriend down! Guys?" There was no response. "You. All. Suck." * * * * * |
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