I guess I should explain what I now knew they were doing there, besides ruining my life.

When my dad left, we were living in a large two story house. We also were having trouble paying the bills. My mom had the brilliant idea to turn the downstairs and basement into two separate apartments, which we'd rent out for extra money.

Both current tenants moved out last month. We'd been having trouble renting them both out again. I guess Mom found a solution.

I just really wish her solution hadn't included Isaac Hanson.

****

One of my best friends, Brina, is a huge flirt. She's easily the queen of flirting. The girl would flirt with a tree stump as long as it was male. Luckily for me, Isaac Hanson was just slightly more attractive than a tree stump.

"Okay, let me get this straight,"she said, sitting in the middle of my bed."You want me to keep him out of your hair?"

"Exactly."

"Why?"She was totally dumfounded."I mean, he's gorgeous."

I rolled my eyes."Brina, he's not that cute."

"On what planet?"She examined me closely."Are you sure you don't like him?"

"Positive!"I said, just a little too quickly. That was my downfall. After that, Brina refused to believe me.

****

"I'm sorry,"Brina muttered.

Sorry was not going to help her here. I send my so-called best friend, the queen of flirting, in to flirt with Isaac Hanson, in the hopes that he'll leave me alone, and what does the girl do? She walks out with a date with his brother.

I want a new friend.

Okay, so maybe it wasn't her fault exactly. I mean, who would have known that Taylor currently held the status of flirting king? Brina had finally met her match. The boy flirted even more blatantly than she did.

Still, I sent her there on a job.

I think she did more harm than help. I had to invite all three of them upstairs to watch a movie to let Brina work. With Brina otherwise occupied, I had to talk to someone, and that someone was NOT going to be Isaac.

Have you ever actually tried to have a conversation with Zac? Its like he speaks another language. Then he gets mad if you don't understand him. How the heck was I supposed to know what Albertane was?

Then there's the fact that nothing that comes out of his mouth makes sense. I said,"how are you?" and he replied with,"My stones were glowing brightly this morning."

Is it just me, or does that make you wonder what exactly was in the Dr. Pepper he was drinking?

That was about the only thing he said the entire evening. Anytime I asked a question, Taylor would answer it first, launching into some long story and about halfway through Isaac would interrupt him and end it with something that made little or no sense, although it wasn't as bizarre as anything Zac said. Occasionally he would get bored with listening to his brothers ramble on about absolutely nothing, and shout something odd like,"Long live Buddha!" or "I see dead people and they smell!"

I'm calling him a shrink tomorrow.

I tried asking why they needed to be staying with us in Hicksville, Florida, instead of staying at some ritzy hotel in Los Angeles or something, but Isaac and Taylor just danced around the question for about ten minutes until I'd forgotten what I'd originally asked them.

I decided to stop talking.

By the time we'd finished watching the brainless comedy that they'd brought with them, I was considering what would happen if my sister married Zac and they reproduced.

Those would be some seriously messed up kids.

Can you tell I was getting bored?

We finally managed to get them to leave, going downstairs to their little basement apartment that was probably already filled with instruments and recording equipment.

Not that I cared.