I had agreed to go on this date having no idea what to expect from Kyle or this girl he was setting me up with. Seeing as Kyle does not particularly like me for such obvious, yet stupid, reasons, I had a sneaking suspicion that this girl was not exactly going to be grade A.

I got dressed and ready, trying to look nice for G's sake. I knew if I didn't look nice, she'd yell at me for having low expectations. For some unknown reason, she had forgiven the asshole we all know and ::gag:: love as Kyle and was currently back �in love' with him. Whatever that means. Personally, I hate the guy. Anyone that has the audacity to insult my band without even listening to our music is not worthy enough of my friendship. It didn't even really bother me that he called me gay. That doesn't even register with me anymore. But I still say he had no right to insult the band and therefore, I hated him, but that's reasonable, right? I only wish Gya agreed with me.

So anyway, I get all ready to go on this date with this girl I truly don't even care to know and G and I go to the theater where we were meeting them. They weren't even there. Now, I don't know if it's just me, but if you were trying to get on your girlfriend's good side, wouldn't you be on time? I know I would. In fact, I can't remember a time that I was ever late for date with any girl. Gya and I stood in front of the theater, waiting for them. She was leaning on my shoulder and I had my arm around her with our fingers interlocked at her hip. She sighed loudly, almost yawning.

"What time is it?"

I checked my watch, "6:30, what time did he say they'd be here?"

"He said he was picking Ashley up at 6:15 and coming straight here."

"They should have been here ten minutes ago. What's taking so long? This girl better not take three hours to get ready. You know I hate those types of girls..."

"God, I hope not. I hate them too." Who should walk up at just that moment, but Kyle and the girl I assumed was Ashley. Unfortunately for the both of us, she screamed the instant she saw me and pulled Gya and I apart and grabbed my arm. She then proceeded to tell me everything she loved about me and my brothers. I groaned and looked over at Kyle who was smirking and had wrapped Gya in his arms. I watched him as he whispered something to her that made her giggle and wished I could be him at that moment. But I wasn't him. I was me and I was stuck with a teenybopper for the night.

I don't want to get into the whole date. It isn't worth making you suffer through having to hear it. It will probably be as bad to hear about it as it was to actually have to go through with it. To put the night's events simply, every time I tried to even talk to her or touch her she either screamed, cried, or nearly fainted. Needless to say, I won't be going on a second date with her any time soon.

When Gya and I returned to her house, I flopped on her bed and heaved a sigh of relief, burying my head in her pillow. I was oh-so-glad that my torture was finally over and I could rest.

"You could have at least been a little more enthusiastic about it. She wasn't that bad.." Gya set her purse down and stood in front of the mirror to pull her hair down.

"She was a teenie! I couldn't even touch her without her screaming or crying!"

"It was a very emotional movie..."

"It was Austin Powers 3!"

"You sound like your brother." she said nonchalantly, going into the bathroom to wash her make-up off and get ready for bed. I glared at her back. No one tells me I sound like Taylor, not even Gya. I followed her angrily.

"I went on the stupid date, didn't I? You have your precious boyfriend back and I never have to see that girl again. Don't complicate things by complaining."

"Sor-ry," she rolled her eyes and dried her face.

"Whatever.." I brushed her off and walked into the guest room and flopped on the bed, closing the door behind me. I heard her try to follow me, but the phone rang and she went to get it instead. I sat against the door to hear her pick up. I heard her say hello and then her voice turned curt.

"What do you want?" I instantly knew it was Taylor.

It was almost humorous how they tried to hide their little love-hate relationship from me. Like I didn't know they kissed or made-out every time they got into a heated argument in a vacant room. Which was every time they saw each other. I knew about everything, the bedroom, the broom closet, Taylor's stupid deal with Sheila. Taylor may have been nearing obsession with keeping it away from me, but he indirectly told me everything. You see, I told Gya a little fib when I said Taylor keeps me up at nights. He does keep me up, but not because Sheila shares his bunk. You couldn't fit two people in one of those bunks, let alone have sex.

No, Taylor and Sheila weren't doing anything at night, but Taylor has this nasty habit of talking in his sleep. I've been told I do it, too. Guess it's a family thing, or maybe just a sleep-deprived thing... Anyway, when Taylor starts talking in his sleep, I can ask him questions while he's still sleeping and he'll answer them just as if he were awake. Only, in your sleep, you usually tend to tell the truth. I heard him moaning one night, and he yelled out Gya's name. He apparently was having a wet dream about her. Don't get that look on your face. All guys have wet dreams. I have them all the time. Heck, I've even had a few about Gya. But I thought it was a little unusual that Taylor was having a dream about her seeing as I was under the impression that he hated her. So, I got out of my bunk and asked him about it. He told me the entire story. And every night after that, I've been asking him more questions and he gives me more answers.

I asked him once if he loves her, Gya that is, and you know what he told me? He said he does. He said he's never felt so strongly about someone. He just does not know how to show it. I've been watching him talk to her on the phone or online for months without him having a clue. I can see it in his face and tone that he really does love her, just as he told me in his dreams. And I am glad he does. I couldn't be any happier for him. I know he'll never have a snowball chance in Hell of getting her to go out with him, but good for him if he loves her. Not gonna bother my pursuing of her one bit.

As I listened to her argue with my brother about her boyfriend, I laughed to myself. I couldn't wait to find out his reaction to Kyle. He hadn't known yet that Kyle existed and I didn't have the heart to tell him.

"You are such an asshole! What do you care?! Fuck you!" I heard the phone slam down and scrambled on the bed so she wouldn't know I had been listening. The door to her room opened and she padded into my room in her socks, tears glistening in her eyes. "Your brother's an asshole." she grumbled, crawling onto the bed with me and into my open arms. I held her while she cried for a while, not able to say an audible word.

"Gonna be ok?" I asked quietly, looking down at her. She looked up at me with those tear-stained eyes of hers that almost made me want to cry myself and then buryed her face in my chest again.

"No." she pouted, her voice a little muffled.

"Wanna tell me what's wrong?"

"What isn't wrong?! Kyle's so jealous for the stupidest reason possible. Taylor hates me for having a boyfriend when it's not even his business, and it's not like I really care what he thinks of me, I just get so frustrated with him! You're mad at me for making you go on that stupid date with that ditzy, little teenybopper who never shut up... I failed my history test today, I have a project due on Monday that I'm never going to get done in time, and Sadie's mad at me for not telling her that Ike got a girlfriend."

"I'm not mad at you and Ike doesn't have a girlfriend."

"Then, why'd Taylor tell her he did?"

"Because Taylor is determined to make everyone's life horrible. What's the project on?"

"I have to make a collage for Spanish and write a speech to go along with it."

"How about I help you with it? I'm good at cutting and glueing and I speak a little bit of Spanish. No me gusta Taylor." I smiled, saying part of what little I know of Spanish. She smiled with me and sniffled.

"Tampoco haco."

"What's tampoco mean?" I laughed a little, having absolutely no idea.

"Neither."

"I see.." I smiled again and so did she.


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