<~~ Back ~~> 2 Months Later 6 Months Later “Wow, I can’t believe “MMMbop” is doing so well!” Zac exclaimed.  He was so excited that he started running around the couch in circles.  “Shh, Zac.  I gotta call Amaya; I haven’t talked to her in 4 hours.  I don’t want her to start crying,” Taylor said. Suddenly the phone rang.  It was Jordan-Justin-Elf Hanson-Marvin-Kriegler, their cousin. “Hey Jordan-Justin-Elf!!” Taylor said. “What up, yo?” Jordan-Justin-Elf asked. “I was just about to call my sexy girlfriend!! She has such BIG boobs. She’s hot.” “Coo, coo.  Do you guys wanna go to the mall with me to pick up chicks??” “Doode, that sounds awesome!! I like it when sexy girls recognize me.” “Coo, dawg. I’ll be over in 5 min, yo” Jordan-Justin-Elf pulled in the Hanson’s long, smooth driveway. Taylor and Isaac ran out to the car. “Mommy Isaac, I wanna go!!” Zac whined. “No honey, you have to watch the kids!” Isaac said as he gave him a kiss on the head. “Now go along and play.  Taylor and I will be home in a little bit.” While Zac was sulking in the living room, Amaya called. “Is my Tay-Bear there?” She asked. “No, he went to pick up chi-- uh I mean he went to, uh go, to--” “Where is he?!? Don’t lie to me Zachary!” “Uh, Doode, I don’t know where he went” “He doesn’t love me anymore does he??” “Uh, I guess not. Bye” When Jordan-Justin-Elf, Taylor, and Isaac returned, Amaya was sitting on their front porch, sobbing noisily. “What’s wrong, yo?” Taylor asked her. “You Bastard!  You’re cheating on me!  You bastard!  Zac told me all about it!!  You bastard!!” Amaya yelled, while beating him with a phone book that she was holding.  “What??  What are you talking about, yo?” Taylor asked while shielding himself with his purple male handbag. “You went to the movies and made out with your new girlfriend, Belinda, that you met in New York!  How could you?!?” “What??  Zac told you that?? He has no idea what he’s talking about, Baby Doll!” Taylor said matter-of-factly. “Whatever! We‘re so over!!” She yelled.  She stood up, slapped Taylor again, and ran back to her house, still bawling.  “What’s up her ass?” Isaac whispered to Jordan-Justin-Elf. “I dunno, Doode.” Taylor stormed into the house, and found Zac running circles around the couch. “What did you tell Amaya?!?” Taylor screamed at Zac.  Zac shrugged his shoulders as he continued running around the couch. “Zachary, tell your brother what you did!!” Isaac demanded. “I didn’t say anything.  What??  Whose Amaya??  Huh??” Zac said, while continuing to run around the couch. “Zac, I hate you!  I hate you!!” Taylor whined.  He ran upstairs to his room, crying like a little child. “Zachary!!  Go to the restroom and think about what you did!” Isaac scolded. “Aww, do I have to, Mommy Isaac??” “Yes!!  Don’t argue with me!!  Just go!” Isaac yelled.  Zac stopped running around the couch and huffed to the restroom, and slammed the door. “DON’T SLAM THAT DOOR, young man!!” Isaac walked upstairs to the room, and could hear Taylor crying. “Tay, can I come in?” He quietly asked.  “Go ahead, it’s a free country.” Isaac walked in and found Taylor lying in the middle of the floor wearing go-go boots, a belly chain, a black leather mini-skirt, a red halter-top, and a bad-perm wig. “Oh Tay.  You think you’re so rough and tough with your afro-puff!” Isaac playfully said. “What have I told you about dressing like 50 cent whore you’re depressed??” “You told me not to do it,” he meekly replied. “That’s right.  It’s not healthy.  Now, go put your leather pants and wife beater on and then I want to talk to you.”  When Taylor returned in his normal clothes, they had a long discussion about how it was better he not date Amaya now that he was famous, because the fans wouldn’t like it.