Isaac was a little weirded out by the whole situation but he'd never admit it in front of Taylor and Zac.
He sighed and traced the outline of one of the girls, Lindsey.
Perhaps the most frustrating part was that he wasn't exactly very free to do with these girls what he might have done if he had met them as 'Isaac'. He couldn't invite them over to dinner with his family… or even give them a phone number.
"Ok, ok Ike. You have to figure out how far you're gonna take this." He said to himself.
"You know Ike, talking to yourself is the first sign of madness." Zac commented, walking in.
"This coming from someone who thinks Mary Anne Thompson is cute."
Zac looked a little embarrassed.
"Aww, shut up."
Isaac grinned deviously.
"Can I tell her that you dream about her? Please?"
"Do you have a death wish?"
"It's not like you're ever gonna ask her out."
"It's not like we're in Tulsa at the moment, otherwise I would."
"Yeah, right. If you ask her out, as cute as she isn't, I'm a stuffed giraffe."
Zac raised an eyebrow.
"Look, I know you don't think she's much of a looker -"
"No kidding."
"Well, it's not like you're dating supermodels!" Zac defended, picking up the photos. "Player."
"I'm not a player! We only hang out."
"Suuuurrrrre."
"It's true. We might go out on a date, but y'know. Just because you might go out on a date with someone doesn't make them your girlfriend."
Zac just smirked.
"Wipe that smirk off your face."
"Umm, no, I don't wanna."
"Mary Anne lover."
"Player."
"Guy who short circuits studios."
"You're never gonna let me live that down are you?"