"It's a conspiracy." He had proclaimed.
To which Ike and Taylor had agreed wholeheartedly.
Zac stepped out onto the window sill and swung himself onto the roof. He was always careful when he did this because his parents had no idea and he knew they would explode if they ever found out.
He surveyed the neighbourhood.
"Hey, looks like the Andersons finally found a buyer for that place." He said to himself. "I wonder if there are any hot chicks?"
"Zac! Yo! Zac!"
Zac looked down to where the voice was coming from.
"Peta! Mark! All right, party!"
"Get ya bros!" Mark called back.
Zac swung back down into his room. As he was already dressed, he didn't bother to change and hurried to wake up Ike and Taylor. He bashed on Ike's door.
"Ikey-poos! Par-ty. Yoo hoo! Wakey wakey Ikey."
He heard him groaning.
"Zac, go away."
"But there's a party! C'mon!"
There was silence.
"Hey Ike, Mackie's got ya guitar. I think it's... Alanna. Yep, Mackie's got Alanna..."
"What!"
That got him up. Ike rushed to the door.
"Where is he?" he demanded.
"Who?" Zac asked innocently.
"Mackie."
"Oh, probably in bed. But since you're up, there's a party outside. Just for us. C'mon."
Ike just looked liked he intended on strangling him. Zac laughed as he headed to Taylor's door. Surprisingly, it was unlocked, and he opened the door.
Taylor certainly knew how to decorate a room. Wouldn't the fans love to know that Taylor practically wallpapered his room with pictures of come chick. Not Cindy or Jennifer, but some nameless no body that he had only ever seen in his dreams for as long as he remembered. Zac remembered that the abundance of pics had been the inspiration for 'Pictures', and he found himself singing it as he shook Taylor.
"Yoo hoo lover-boy. Time to get up. There's a party!"
"Go away Zac." Taylor mumbled, drool dribbling out of his mouth.
"There's a party. C'mon. A par-ty! Rise and shine Tayles!"
"Don't call me that."
"Well, get up then."
Continue to Chapter 3