"I really don't understand why he's so mad." Kylie said, taking a sip of her lemonade. "I mean, even though I backed the car into the mailbox, that doesn't mean he's gotta get all pissy about it."

"True." Taylor kicked his shoes off, sliding his feet in the cool water of the pool. "But think about it. You backed into a mailbox, Ky. That's just hilarious."

"Yeah, sure it is. Until the bill comes and I'm the one who has to find the money to pay for it. But wait a minute," she held her finger up, "why can't dear old Mommy and Daddy pay for it?"

"Uhh... 'cause you're the one who did it?"

"So! Taylor, lets face it, my parents are rich."

"Yeah, you're point being... "

"Well duh, that they can pay for it themselves. I mean, to get the money to fix the bumper I'd have to get a job, ugh, I shudder at the thought."

"You'll have to get one someday. Why not start now?"

"Because I have more important things to do."

"Oh right, like laying around tanning all day is really more important than going out and getting a job."

"It is!" Kylie tried to defend herself. "Seriously though, that's not all I do. I hang out with you most of the time and we do stuff."

"Stuff?"

"Well, yeah, stuff. What would you call it?"

"I don't know. I was just thinking maybe you'd elaborate."

"Nah, that takes too much effort which I don't have right now."

"So I noticed."

Kylie gave him a good hit on his upper arm. "There, you needed that."

"Aww, thanks sweetie." Taylor slung his arm around her. "You know what you need?"

"If you say a job I'll kill you."

"No, not a job."

"Then what?"

She started to feel Taylor's hand moving to the middle of her back and she finally realized what he was talking about. "No!" She jumped up. "Uh uh, you're not gonna throw me in the pool again with my clothes on."

"It wouldn't be the first time."

"Nor the second. Which is why I'm not letting you throw me in."

"Fine, fine, fine. I guess we can just go back over to your house and talk to your Dad about the car. I'm sure he's figured out how much money you need to pay."

"Okay, no. How about we go in your house?"

"Nah, too many people."

"More like not enough, come on." She grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. "You think Zac's around?"

"Zac? Why Zac?"

"Cause he's fun to be around when you're bored."

"Oh, and I'm not?"

"Nope."

Taylor pulled her to a stop just outside the backdoor. "You know what we can do?" He asked her, his lips brushing across her ear lightly.

"No, what?"

"Just guess." He said, nibbling on her ear.

She spun around, facing him. "The possibilities are endless, aren't they?" she questioned, wrapping her arms around his neck. She stood up and gave him a kiss, but pulled away before he could deepen it.

"Lets go up to my room." he said quietly, sliding his hands down her sides.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before grabbing his hand and pulling him inside, dragging him up the stairs to his room.

Once they were both in the confines of his quiet room, she went and threw herself on his bed, laying back against the pillows. She picked up a magazine that sat next to her and started flipping through it.

"You cerainly have odd taste when it comes to magazines." she said, referring to the National Geographic she was paging through.

"Hey, that's not mine." he told her, taking a seat on the bed.

"Oh really? Then what was it doing on your bed, huh?"

"Okay, so I brought it up here, but its originally my Dad's. I was bored so I took it and was reading it the other night before I fell asleep."

"You actually read this? Taylor, are you aware how incredibly boring this magazine is?"

"I am now, yes."

"My God... who even cares about this stuff anyways?"

"Believe it or not, there are some crazy people out there who enjoy reading about that." Taylor scooted closer to her on the bed. He grabbed the magazine out of her hands and threw it across the room. "Now... "

"I was reading that!"

"Like hell you were." He leaned over her and gave her lips a taste of his own. She slid her tongue past her lips, giving a quick lick to his top lip. He gave in to her advances and let her tongue pass through. He slid his hands down her body, coming to rest on her waist.

"Hey, Tay, " She realized that there was always the risk of getting cought, especially since the Hanson house was known to have tons of people there at one time. A majority of them younger brothers or sisters who loved to barge into rooms with out so much as knocking. "Taylor... we need to stop."

His hands began traveling under her shirt and across her stomach. "Not yet." he breathed.

"Yes, Taylor. What if someone comes in?"

"No one will." He tried to get her to be quiet once again by kissing her, hard.

"Mmm... come on... " she tried to push him away, "Not now Tay, k?"

Taylor removed his hands from under her shirt and placed them back on her waist. He rolled over on top of her and pressed his hips to hers, letting her feel the growing erection he had between his legs. "Just a little bit more." he pleaded with her, "Please... " He instinctivly began to grind his hips against her, hoping she'd catch on and do the same.

"Ooh no, don't... please don't Taylor." She closed her eyes and threw her head back aginst the pillows, while her nimble fingers started to un-button the top few buttons on his shirt. Taylor smiled down at her, loving the fact that she decided to keep going instead of stop.

She slid his shirt off once all the buttons were un-done and ran her hands over the smooth skin of his chest. She couldn't help but start to grind her hips together with his. "We... we... " she tried so hard to get words to come out, but it was just too hard for her to form any sort of words right now. Taylor's hands moved down to the inside of her thigh. He slowly slid them closer to her hot spot, but her hand reached down and stopped him. "No." she said, finally able to form words. "Stop, we can't be doing this." She pushed him off of her and he got up off the bed, reaching over and grabbing his shirt.

"So, ahh... "

Taylor put his shirt on and started to button it back up. "Yeah... "

"Why don't we go downstairs or something?" she suggested, "Maybe that way we'll be able to keep our hands off eachother."

"Hah, I doubt it."

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Isaac stared at the two from across the kitchen. "Hey, lovebirds, how about you two go find some other place to rub up against eachother."

Kylie and Taylor turned around. "Excuse me?" Taylor asked "We're just getting something to drink here, Ike."

"Is that what you call it?"

"What the hell is with you, man?" Taylor walked over towards Isaac.

"Nothing. Now can you two please get your drinks and leave?"

Taylor sighed, fustrated, and turned around, grabbing two Cokes from the fridge. "Lets go, Ky." he said, giving Isaac a look before exiting the kitchen, Kylie right behind him.

Taylor placed the Cokes down on the coffee table in front of them. "He's been acting weird lately." he said

"Maybe him and Angela are having problems." Kylie said, moving so she was sitting on his lap, facing him. "Don't let it get to you though."

"I don't plan on it. Its just that he's been driving me nuts the past couple days. Zac too." He rested his hands on her hips. "Hopefully it wont last much longer."

Kylie leaned forward and kissed him, pressing her upper body against him. She moved her lips to his ear. "Tell me more." she whispered.

"Well, okay, umm... yesterday, after I left your house... " Taylor continued to ramble on and on about something that Isaac did when he got home. Kylie kept her lips attached to his neck, but let her hands wander down his body, finally coming to rest between his legs. He paused for a moment, giving her a weird look.

"...So I walked... the other way and thought, man, he must... " Kylie began to message him. She loved watching him fidget underneath her. He was trying so hard to tell her his story, but was apparently having problems, due to Kylie's hand. She raised her eyebrows at him, continuing to distract him. Her eyes glanced down at his lips. How inviting she thought. But no, he's telling me something about Isaac from yesterday, and... oh forget it. She leaned forward and shoved her lips against his, cutting him off mid-sentence. He cupped her face in his hands, sucking on her bottom lip.

When she felt his tongue start to swirl with her's, she started messaging him harder. She could feel him growing hard beneath her hand, and she smiled against his lips. "You like this Tay?" she asked seductivly as she removed her hand from him and scooted closer, his erection pressing itself up against her.

"He want's to play." he said, looking down, then back up at Kylie. He kissed her again, "Don't you want to play with him?" he asked

"I sure do." she said. She leaned forward, about to kiss him, then quickly pulled away. "But not now." She rolled herself off his lap and sat beside him on the couch. Taylor wasn't speaking so she looked over at him, only to find his eyes wide, mouth hanging open in shock. "What?" she asked him.

"Why do you always do this to me, dammit?" He stood up, looked down, then quickly sat back down on the couch.

"Hey, I didn't do anything." she said, smiling.

"God Kylie, you really need to stop doing this. I can't handle it anymore. You get me all worked up and then stop. Just like that."

She laughed. "I'm sorry, hun. I promise not to do it anymore."

Taylor looked over at her. She still held that delilish grin. "Right, Ky. Never again, huh?"

She slid herself over to him and brushed the back of her hand across his cheek. "Nope, never again."