Taryn and Zada
Taryn teleported back home to find Zada sitting on the couch, looking none too impressed at the TV.
"Hey, where's Isis?"
Zada looked up. "Hi. She went out. Don't know where. Where have you been?"
"With Taylor."
"No way."
"Total way!"
"What happened?"
Taryn pulled out his underwear from her pocket.
"You stole his underwear? Did you find anything of Zac's for me?" Zada cried excitedly, switching the TV off and standing up.
"Well, I was going to, but as I got this, Tay came into his room. So I quickly teleported out and I went into Ike's room to get something for Isis, then I was going to head to Zac's. But then Taylor came in and he kissed me."
Zada shook her head. "No freaking way."
"Total way. Then we went into his room and..."
"And?"
"You know."
"Oh my god, you little... oh my god! That is so cool. Oh my god!"
"I know, I'm so totally like never showering again. Unless of course he decides he wants to see me again. Zada, it was so amazing, he was so good for someone who says hes a virgin."
Zada paused, regarding her sister thoughtfully. "You realise then you took his virginity. Unless he slept with that girl you told me about, at the concert."
"Nah, I don't think they're together now."
"Would that have stopped you?"
"Well... no. But oh god, the look on his face and the feel of him - "
"Oh sheesh, shut up! No matter what, you're still my sister and I still don't need to know that about you!" Zada covered her ears with her hands and started to sing loudly while Taryn, uncaring kept going.
"Alright, sorry, I'll stop! But, oh god."
"Isis is going to be majorly jealous. She won't say what happened with Ike. But she's going to be so jealous when she hears about this! I still can't believe you did it. So far, I'm the only one who hasn't really approached Zac."
"Well you obviously don't care about him as much as we care about Tay and Ike."
"Whatever." Zada sat back down and turned the TV on again.
"Don't you want details?"
"Ugh, no thanks. Although, was he... you know."
"He was."
"Ok, that's all I needed to know. Now stop. Isis might want to hear every smutty detail, but I don't. And if you're going to tell her, write it down or have a private telepathic conversation, but I don't want to know."