Isaac and Zac
Isaac was looking around for the book he was reading, when he noitced a black notebook he didn't recognise. He picked it up to see what it was, and flipped through a couple of pages.
"Oh my gosh!" He yelped.
He half flung, half dropped the book away from him as if it was contaminated.
"What are you yelling about?" asked Zac, stepping out of the bathroom.
His eyes fell on the book.
"Please tell me you didn't read that."
"Please tell me you didn't write that!"
"Ike! Don't go through my things!"
"I didn't! You left it lying around where anyone could pick it up!"
Zac glared at him and picked up the notebook.
"I can't believe you have a freaking sex journal."
"Shut up."
"I mean... what... you... record when and who and where, a rating out of ten and a commentary?"
"And how many times. If you're going to critise, you can at least get your facts straight."
"Zac, you're sick."
"Well, I'm sorry I've offended your virgin eyes. How about I read you an entry? I doubt your ears are very virgininal any more."
"Zac, no -"
"This is one of my favourites, the third of July. Faith and I -"
Isaac clamped his hands over his ears, Zac kept talking. After a moment, Isaac lifted his hands.
"... underwater in the spa and..."
Back down went his hands. A little while later, he lifted them again.
"Rating out of ten? Fifteen. There, didn't you find that so exciting?"
"Zac, you have real issues."
"Keep your hands off my things."
"I didn't know who's it was!"
"That's no excuse."
"Zac -"
"Just shut up, Ike. Shut up and leave me alone."
Zac shut the book, put it away in a box he always took with him (and usually kept locked) and went about his business.