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| I finally found Taylor�s khakis shoved under my desk chair. I pulled the phone out of the pocket and was seriously ready to throw it out the opened door until I saw the caller ID flashing. �Dad�s Cell� blinked across the screen, and if it had been anyone but a parent the phone would have been passed tense by now. I held it tight in my hand and jumped on top of Taylor. �Taylor, answer your damn phone!� I told him. �No�sleeping,� he said, burying his face in his pillow. �It�s your father�s cell phone. It�s gotta be important. Will you please just answer the damn thing? It�s driving me fucking nuts!� I said, shoving the ringing phone in his face. At the mention of his dad�s name, Taylor sat up, knocking me off his lap and to the floor. �Oww!� I yelled, tossing the phone at his head. �That was my ASS!� Taylor stuck his tongue out at me and pushed the answer button on the phone. �Hey Dad,� he said into it. I silently picked my bruised self off the floor and grabbed Taylor�s tee shirt. I pulled it over my head and quietly slid back into bed. �Yeah, I had a good time last night,� he said. I kept my giggles under control as he shot me a look. �Went to dinner with Nat then slept at Will�s,� he blatantly lied to his father. �It was easier than driving back into Tulsa cause it was so late�. Yes dad�� there was a lot of talking being done on the other end. I could tell by the look on his face that Taylor was getting sick of it. Finally, he decided to put it to an end. �So dad, why the 9am phone call?� he asked. His dad started up another long talk, but this time Taylor was actually paying attention. �So they printed some album covers with a typo. It�s no big deal,� he told his dad. �ALL the album covers with a typo? What the hell are we going to do? And what was the typo anyway?� Taylor nearly shouted into the phone. His dad offered some kind of suggestion, but Taylor shot it down immediately. �I refuse to be known as �Raytor� on my album because some retard can�t type!� he yelled. �What are we doing about this?� His dad talked for a few more minutes and Taylor just sat there, completely fuming. �Yeah dad,� he said after a few moments. �I can be home in a half hour.� |
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