Puff_Greenie: I’M TELLING U, U R NOT TAYLOR HANSON. GIVE IT UP!

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: HOW WOULD U KNOW?

Puff_Greenie: BECAUSE HANSON’S ONLY S/N IS MMMBOP STUPID!

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: AND U KNOW THAT HOW?

Puff_Greenie: U R AN IDIOT, I GIVE UP ON U

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: WHATEVER DUDE.

Puff_Greenie: HAS ANYONE SEEN ZH_85 AROUND LATELY? HE ALWAYS HELPS ME WITH POSERS

TAYZMYBABE: NOPE

HITZLADY: SORRY

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: I’M NOT A POSER! U R A DITZ!

Puff_Greenie: BITE ME

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: NO THANX, U PROBABLY HAVE SOME DEADLY ILLNESS

Puff_Greenie: FUNNY, U R CHARMING.... STUPID.....

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: GO TO H***

Puff_Greenie: NO! I’VE SEEN ENOUGH OF U! I DON’T NEED ANYMORE OF YOU IN HE**

AOL host: ZH_85 HAS ENTERED

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: THAT MADE SENSE

Puff_Greenie: SHUT UP!

Puff_Greenie: ZAC!

ZH_85: WHY R U FIGHTING WITH THE COMMON FOLK? U KNOW THEY HAVE TINY BRAINS

Puff_Greenie: LOL, HE CLAIMS HE’S TAYLOR

ZH_85: U R NOT TAY. TAY’S S/N IS HOT_JEN_ANISTON AND HE DOESN’T COME IN THE HANSON ROOMS

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: HOW DO U KNOW THAT?

ZH_85: INSIDE HELP

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: WHAT KIND OF ‘HELP’?

ZH_85: NO ONE U KNOW

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: HUMOR ME

ZH_85: GO AWAY, WE DON’T WANT YOUR KIND IN HERE

TAYLOR_HANSON_83: U

ZH_85: OOOO GOOD COME BACK. I’M BLEEDING REALLY.

I got sick of this fight and decided to IM Zac.

Puff_Greenie: ZAC, WHERE HAVE U BEEN ALL WEEK?

ZH_85: I TOLD U, EUROPE

Puff_Greenie: THAT WAS THIS WEEK?

ZH_85: YEP

Puff_Greenie: WAS IT FUN?

ZH_85: OH YEAH! IT WAS COOLNESS AND BEYOND!

Puff_Greenie: LOL, STOP COPYING ME! WHERE’D U GO?

ZH_85: LOL, ALL OVER, PARIS, LONDON, BERLIN, ATHENS, ROME...... LOTS OF PLACES.

Puff_Greenie: IN A WEEK?!

ZH_85: YEP

Puff_Greenie: SOUNDS LIKE COOLNESS TO ME

ZH_85: YEP :)

Puff_Greenie: :)

ZH_85: SO, HOW’D YOUR WEEK GO?

Puff_Greenie: OKAY, I FAILED A TEST BUT IT WASN’T CRUCIAL TO MY GRADE SO IT DOESN’T MATTER THAT MUCH

ZH_85: OUCH, WHAT SUBJECT?

Puff_Greenie: MATH

ZH_85: I COULD HELP U STUDY IF U WANT. I’M GOOD AT MATH

Puff_Greenie: OKAY

ZH_85: COOLNESS

Puff_Greenie: HOW?

ZH_85: UM..... WHAT’S U’RE #?

Puff_Greenie: ARE U SAFE?

ZH_85: NO, I PLAN ON MURDERING U!

ZH_85: OF COURSE! GOOD LORD! IT’S NOT LIKE I’M GOING TO COME TO IL AND RAPE U OR SOMETHING! IT’S JUST MATH HOMEWORK.

Puff_Greenie: WELL........................ OKAY. IT’S 825-913-4567

ZH_85: COOLNESS HOLD ON

Puff_Greenie: K

A minute later, my phone rang (I had a separate line for the computer). I picked it up warily. “Hello?” I asked.

“Hi, is Gya home?” I heard a young, male voice ask on the other end.

“Zac?”

“G?”

“Hi.”

“Hi. What’s up?”

“Nothing. You?”

“Nothing. So, what’s the math situation? Where are you having trouble?” he asked, getting right to the point.

“Well, I’m having problems with stupid circle graphs. I hate those things! I can’t draw very straight circles and my teacher is a perfectionist.”

“Well, you know, there is this wonderful new invention called a protractor that draws your circles for you.” he joked sarcastically.

“That was really funny, Zac. So funny I forgot to laugh.” I said rilly.

“That wasn’t old at all, Nah...”

“Oh! Hush!”

“Not possible...... hold on.....” I could hear a voice in the background and strained to listen to what was being said, “Tay, go away. I’m on the phone. You don’t know her. Yes, a her. Shut up! You are so immature! Go away and leave me alone! Good Lord!” I could hear Zac saying to someone.

I heard a muffled voice say, “Zacky’s got a girlfriend, Zacky’s got a girlfriend....” and then the sound of something crashing and the sound of feet pounding against hard flooring. I listened tentatively as (what I guessed was happening) Zac hit someone with a blunt object and walked out of the room.

“Sorry about that. I was having problems with my idiot brother. Back to math. Is a perfect circle all that’s bothering your academics?”

“No. I can’t get the hang of figuring out the correct amounts to put on the graph. I keep on giving one subject too much and another not enough.”

“It’s a simple thing to do. You just...” he proceeded to explain the calculation to determine the angles of each portion of a circle graph to me. After I fully understood the process we began to talk about other things. Zac still wouldn’t give me any more information on him, but I had decided to give up so I didn’t care anymore. “So, do you like public school?”

“What do you mean? Don’t you go to public?”

“No, I..... I’m home schooled by my mom.” Finally! Some more information on him.

“Really? What’s that like?” I asked, sitting up straight, in full attention.

“It’s okay. I like it. It works out with the traveling thing really well. I guess it’s cool. You can always say you’re first in your class when you’re the only person in your class so, that’s a good thing.”

“I guess so. Public’s okay. Some of the people can be total evils but most of them are nice.”

“Coolness.” I knew he was grinning.

“Stop! Good Lord! You are taking my language away from me!”

“Haha. I don’t think so! I’m addicted now. I can’t stop it.”

“Oh! You idiot!”

“Thanks. I love you too.”

“You do?! Wow, I’m loved!”

“Hey, don’t get an ego over it!”

“Too late.”

“Funny, you’re funny.”

“Thanks.” I could hear him talking to someone in the room.

“Hey, I gotta go. My brother needs the phone. I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Kay, bye.”

“Bye.” he hung up. I sighed, and replaced the phone in it’s cradle. I couldn’t believe I had given him my number. Even if I had known him for over two months. It still seemed weird, this entire situation. I sighed again and left my room. My mother was laying on the couch, a wet washcloth over her forehead. She was having another migraine. I left the room quietly so I didn’t make the migraine worse and went into the kitchen. My dad was in the middle of making dinner.

“Hey, whacha making?” I asked as I hopped on a bar stool and leaned against the counter.

“Ham, mashed potatoes, and bread. What have you been doing for the past three hours?” he asked, smiling at me.

“I was talking to this guy.”

“Do I know him?”

“Nope. He's not from around here.”

“Where’s he from?” he raised an eye brow at me.

“Oklahoma.”

“And you’ve been on the phone with him for three hours?! How did you meet this boy?”

“The net. I know it’s not safe to give out my number but I’ve been talking to him for over two months and he’s really nice. He was helping me with my math homework. Don’t worry, he called me so the bill won’t go up.”

“You gave someone your phone number on the net?!”

“Dad! He’s nice and he’s not a stalker or anything. You have nothing to worry about.”

“How old is this boy?”

“He’s only a few months older than me.”

“Well... okay... as long as nothing happens...”

“Nothing will, don’t worry.” I gave him a supportive smile and hopped off the stool.


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