Taylor heard his cell ring right when he was getting out of the shower.  He quickly wrapped himself in a towel and ran to pick it up.

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�Jesus this boy needs to learn how to pick up a cell phone,� I muttered.

�Hello?� he answered breathlessly.

�Hey!� I said.  God, I missed the sound of his voice.

�Hey yourself,� he said.

�Why are you out of breath?� I asked.

�Just ran from the shower.�

�Ahh�� I said.  �How was your party last night?�

�It was fun,� he said non-chalantly.  �Drank some beer, sat on a couch�you know, the usual.�

�Sounds pretty random�meet any girls?� I asked.  I sometimes think I like to torture myself.  My asking questions like this just serves to prove that point.

�Yeah.  But get this�she was with Isaac!� he said.

�Isaac?� I asked, unable to keep my giggles under control.  �Well good for him.�

�Hell yeah good for him!  She was fuckin� gorgeous.  And rich�It was nuts!�

�What about the little brother?  He get any play?� I asked.

�No idea,� Taylor told her.  �I only saw his once throughout the night.  He was with a girl, though.  Knowing Zac, I�d speculate yes.�

�You boys just took that party by storm then, huh?� I teased.

�Something like that,� Taylor replied.

�So you�ll be home Saturday?� I asked, suddenly sick of the subject.

�Yep.  Late afternoon on Saturday.�

�Awesome.  God, I miss you so much,� I told him.

�I miss you too, Nat,� he said.

I smiled, even though I knew he couldn�t see it.

�Hey Nat?� he asked.

�Yeah?�

�You know I love you, right?�

�Yes.  And you know I love you too, right?� I asked.

�Yep.�

�Good.  But I have to run�Madison�s on her way to come get me.  I just wanted to say hey,� I told him.

�It was great talking to ya, Natalie,� he said.  �I love you.�

�Love you too!� I said.  �Bye!�

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Taylor pushed the off button on his phone and flopped back on his bed, his wet hair splaying out all over the place.

�What the hell did I just do?� he asked aloud.

�You fucked up,� Zac�s voice said from the doorway.  �You fucked up big time.�
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