Isaac calmly put down the controls and grinned at him.
"So?" he asked. "I'm still winning, 12 to 9."
"Details, details." Zac dismissed. "Another game?"
"Sure, I enjoy whipping your butt."
"You guys still playing?" Taylor asked, peering up from his computer.
"Yes -" began Isaac.
"No, the answer is 'are you still writing fan fiction about yourself?' " Zac joked.
Taylor pulled a face.
"I did that like, once. And it was really stupid. And no one caught on either."
"Well, duh! It's called fan fiction, not rock star fiction."
"You know, we should collectively write a story about ourselves." Isaac suggested jokingly. "We can be top of the charts forever, kill the Backstreet Boys, fly to the moon -"
"And have all of Zacs' 40 or whatever girlfriends dump him." Taylor cut in.
Zac grinned.
"And have Taylor bashed almost to death. By a girl. And Ike can marry -"
"Alanna." Isaac insisted. "I like this story."
"Oh my... Ike get over Alanna." Taylor retorted disgustedly.
"You're just mad cause you got bashed by a girl."
"Actually she was a karate black belt and was giving me lessons."
Zac and Isaac laughed.
"Lets see..." Taylor continued. "Ike can - no Zac can start a cult."
"Why can't I start one?" Isaac asked.
"Cause all my followers are going to be my... concubines." Zac replied with a huge grin. "And if you're gonna marry Alanna you're not allowed to have concubines."
"Ok. Well, I'm gonna, gonna..." Isaac thought for a moment. "I'm gonna start a sci-fi themed restaurant chain."
Taylor and Zac looked at him.
"And every week," he continued, a grin growing across his face. "We're gonna have an Austin Powers night. Yeah baby, yeah."
"Oh my gosh, he's obsessed." Taylor commented.
"What? You just figured that out?" Zac asked dryly. "I think Tay can be the leader of a terrorist group. He can bomb your restaurant during Austin Powers night."
"Terrorist? Zac, don't you understand? I'll be hailed as an international hero when I bomb it."
"Heh, Taylor Hanson: International Man of Terrorism." Isaac snickered.
He was then rewarded with a whack over the head. From both brothers.
"Besides, it's a restaurant chain. In others words, there's more than one." Isaac then pointed out with a slight smirk.
"So? I'll just bomb 'em all."
"And while Tay's doing that," Zac nodded, a devilish expression on his face, "I'm gonna turn all those soppy ballads of yours into head banging material."
"Dems fighting words." Isaac retorted. "And for that I'm gonna turn all your head banging songs into ballads."
"Nooooo!" Zac cried.
Taylor laughed. Zac and Isaac looked at him.
"I think... I think..." Zac began.
"Really? Don't hurt yourself." Taylor joked.
"I think -"
"I think," Isaac cut in, "that Taylor is going to get a really bad case of laryngitis. And will have to mime for the rest of the tour."
Taylor grinned at him. And they spent the next half hour or so discussing what they would do to each other in their hypothetical fan - err, rock star - fiction.