"So you can hit on her and get turned down?" Taylor asked. "In case you haven't noticed, she flirts all the time. But she's never dating anyone. Besides, you just like her cause you think she's hot."

"And you don't?" Ethan asked surprised.

"I guess she's attractive but,"

"But nothing, look at her Taylor."

Taylor turned to see Heather walking through the door towards a table in the back. Her golden blonde hair went down to the middle of her back. She wasn't that tall, but she was almost always wearing heels. Her heels in combination with short shorts or skirts made her legs look really long. "Eh. I just don't get why you like her so much, you don't know her."

"That's why you need to befriend her."

"Mark hangs out with her some. Well he hung out with her brother more." Hannah added, as Taylor began to eat some grapes. "They invited us both over for dinner. I went, but someone didn't."

"You were invited to Heather Prescott's house and you said 'no'?" Ethan asked Taylor.

"I was probably busy." She said popping a grape in her mouth.

"No you weren't." Hannah said and Taylor just rolled her eyes. "Not like it mattered much; she was in her room the whole time except for dinner."

"Sounds like someone else we know." Ethan said and they both looked at Taylor who had stopped paying attention to them.

"Hey guys," they turned to see Hannah's older brother Mark standing by the table. "Can one of you text mom and let her know I won't be home for dinner?"

"Do it yourself," Hannah said.

"My phone's dead."

"How is your phone dead already?"

"Were you watching porn in school again?" Taylor asked smiling.

"No, I forgot to charge it last night."

"What do you-" Hannah started to ask.

"I'll let her know for you." Taylor said, cutting Hannah off.

"Thanks," he said and then walked over to the table that was full, including Heather.

"Again, what do you mean 'watching porn in school again'?" Hannah asked once Mark was out of earshot.

"You didn't know he watched porn?" Taylor asked.

"You did?"

"Yah, I walked in on him once like a year ago. He was pissed."

"I can imagine," Ethan commented.

"His was so fake, he is such a guy."

"Isn't like all porn fake?" Hannah asked.

"Well yeah, but he was watching straight girls in lesbian porn. I showed him more realistic stuff."

"You watch porn?" Hannah asked even more surprised. Taylor just nodded, continuing to eat her lunch. Hannah just starred in disbelief of the fact that both of her siblings watched porn. "Wait, is that why you are always in your room?"

"No," Taylor said laughing. "I do other stuff on my computer besides watch porn."

"Good. Otherwise, that's a lot of porn."

"Why are we talking about porn? More of, why are you two the ones talking about porn? I'm the guy here."

"Yeah, I guess we are making you too feminine." Taylor said and Ethan glared at her.

Taylor and Hannah walked through the front door of their house; Taylor went straight up to her bedroom. She closed the door, tossed her backpack aside and turned on her computer. She opened up the internet and logged onto Tumblr. The envelope icon had the number five in the corner, so she clicked on the icon. The first couple of messages were chain mail, then there was one from a follower that had reblogged a lot of things, but Taylor didn't think that she had gotten a message from them before.

I really love your blog. The pictures of landscapes are beautiful; they really make me wish I was there and not stuck in the boring town I live in.

- uselessbisexual

Taylor thought for a moment before doing one of her generic responses to fan mail. Thanks, your blog is nice too. I hope you are having a good day.

After a moment, she clicked on the url and went to their blog. She scrolled down to see a lot of landscape pictures, but also a lot of love and relationship quotes and pictures of girls. Taylor hit the follow button and clicked on the button to send fan mail. I love looking at landscapes, they remind me of when my dad I did a lot of traveling. There is nothing like being at a beach where the water is so blue and beautiful.

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