Emma shifted her feet and wiped her eyes, then looked up at Tay and Ike, who were still a little dumbfounded. "Oh come on you guys..he felt bad enough that I was the one that wound up freezin' my ass off. Besides you asked for it..." she giggled again. They looked at each other, realizing she was right. "Sit down Emma.." Taylor smiled and moved to sit on the couch, across from the chair he motioned her into. Ike sat on the other end of the couch and grinned at Emma. "So. apparently you are an actress, right?" he chuckled. "Hardly. But sometimes.." she amended, thoughtfully. Tay and Ike looked at each other. "Okay..." Tay began, "so how DID you wind up looking like a drowned.." Tay stopped himself, not wanting to offend her. "Rat?" she finished, giggling. "Yeah.." he grinned back. She told them both, leaving out the fact that the reason they weren't paying attention was beause they were involved in a hot and heavy kiss. "I had my back to the end of the pier and Zac was concentrating on what I was telling him. Neither one of us saw it coming." she chuckled, telling herself that was DEFINATELY NOT a lie. "Wouldn't have been so bad, but the wind was cold." she finished. Just then Zac came back with a faded pair of jeans and a dark brown t-shirt. "These shouldn't swallow you up too much." he grinned and gave her a hand out of the chair, then showed her to the bathroom. "You can change in here..." he told her and brushed a damp curl off her forehead. "Thanks Zac." she smiled and stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. He looked down at her and, again, before they knew it, Zac lips were pressed to hers and her arms were around his neck, fingers twirling in the hair at the back of his neck. They were getting lost, forgetting where they were until they were interrupted by the clearing of throats behind them. They abrupty pulled apart and sighed when they discovered it was only Tay and Ike. "Damn Zac..you gonna let her change into dry clothes or not?" Ike grinned. "Hmpf.." Emma grunted before Zac could retort. "Who needs dry clothes? That was hot enough to dry them from the inside out." She stroked Zac's cheek as he blushed. 'But I think I'll change anyway..." she grinned and winked at Zac, then chuckled as she slipped into the bathroom at the gaping faces of Tay and Ike. Zac looked at his staring brothers and shrugged, "What can I say?" he grinned and went into the living room to wait for Emma, Tay and Ike close on his heels.

"Dude, there is NO WAY in HELL you met her at the studio..." Tay badgered Zac as soon as they were back in the living room. "Yeah, Zac..where DID you meet her?" Ike had to put his two-cents in. "At the studio, morons." Zac told them. "Why are you being such pains in the ass about it?" he asked, exasperated. "'Cause we wanna know if she's triplets.." Tay joked. "Oh holy shit, Tay. Can you imagine?" Ike asked laughing. Zac gave both of them a dirty look. "Oh relax Zac. She's cool...is she a singer?" Tay asked. "She can sing.." Zac grinned, "But that's not what she was doing there." He decided to be mysterious a little longer, he'd never seen his brothers so intrigued by anything going on in his life before. "Technician?" Tay asked, dying to know why she was at the studio and how Zac was lucky enough to have met her first. "Uh-uh.." Zac grinned, slumped in the chair, and folded his arms over his chest. "Oh come on, Zac.." Taylor almost whined, making Zac laugh and his determination to mess with them stronger. "Oh so...you let her PLAY your DRUMS..huh?" Ike teased. "Ike don't make me get up and kick your ass.." Zac retorted. "I met her at the studio and that's all you nosy goons need to know." he said flatly, then smiled. "She IS cool though.." he leaned up in his chair when he heard the bathroom door open. He smiled bigger when Emma reappeared in his clothes, which pretty much DID swallow her up. She ran her fingers through her damp curls and wiggled her toes in his socks. She looked down at herself and laughed. "Damn, Hanson...now I look like a poster child for a wanna-be white girl rap group.." she shook her head, laughing again, the three men in the room laughing with her. Zac's shirt hung just above her knees and the legs of the jeans he had given her to wear were rolled up in large cuffs. "Good thing I had a belt on.." she giggled and lifted the shirt, exposing her tiny waist. The jeans were bunched up, and her belt was cinched tightly to keep them there. Zac grinned as she giggled at her own appearance, then expressed her relief at the fact that she had NO stops to make on the way home. "But I am much more comfortable, now. I am  FASHION STATEMENT.. " she giggled again and sat down to pull her hikers back on. Taylor went to their room and brought her a small bag to carry her wet, sandy clothes in. "Thanks." she smiled up at him as she tied her boot. "You'll get it back soon. I promise." "No problem." he answered and sat back down on the couch. Emma finished tying her boots, and then stood. "Much as I'd like to hang out here and give you guys enough crap to make up for all the torture poor Zac had to endure as a kid, I gotta motor." she grinned. "I promised my mother I'd wake her up when I came in.." she told Zac. "Can't do that if I stay out all damn night... AND I hafta work tomorrow night..." she added. "At the studio? On a Sunday?" Tay asked. "No. Not the studio." she said quickly. "I really need to get going, Zac. It's late.." she said softly. "Kay.." he said, a little dejected. He walked behind her to the door, helping her stuff her things in the bag Tay lent her. "Later Hansons.." she smiled brightly at Taylor and Isaac. "Don't take any wooden nickles..or believe everything you hear..or see..or whatever.." she giggled. "'Bye Emma, nice to meet you." Isaac said and went into the bedroom. "Later Emma..." Tay added and closed the door behind her and Zac. Zac walked Emma down the driveway to her car. "Thanks for driving Em." Zac began, "Next time I get to pick you up...okay?" he looked intently at her. "Kay.." she answered softly. "I know it's late, Em. But I'd really like to know when I can see you again." he told her, pushing the stray curl behind her ear.

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