"Hey here we are." He said. "Food."
"Great!" Zoe said, she was on the computer.
"What ya doing Zoe?"
"I'm reading fanfic."
Mackie raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? About who?"
"Us."
Mackie and Oliver looked at each other.
"Hey, so I like reading fanfic." Zoe defended. "There's nothing wrong with that."
"There is when you read it about yourself."
"Well, at least I'm not writing it about myself."
"I suppose."
"I don't see how anyone can even write fanfic." Oliver commented. "What's the point?"
"It's fun." Zoe answered
"But it's pointless. I don't get it."
"Sucks to you. Eww!"
"What?" Mackie asked.
"Someone's writing a really, really gross make out scene between me and Oliver."
Mackie cracked up at the indignant look on Oliver's face.
"And what's wrong with -"
"Oh it's nothing against you." Zoe said, scrolling down the page. "It's just, the detail and the… no I don't even wanna think about it. Eww."
Mackie snickered.
"Hey, it's even worse when they talk about making out with you Mackie!" she pointed out. 'I mean, you're my brother and they want to… no I should just keep away from the erotic stuff altogether. I think there a vampire fic somewhere…"
"You'd rather vampires to making out?" Oliver asked teasingly. "Should we be worried?"
"I'd rather vampires than reading a detailed scene about you guys or me making out. Eww!"
Mackie and Oliver grinned at each other.