Spoilers: None. None at all.

Disclaimer:Serioulsy. How many of you think I own any of these people besides taylor and monster?

Rating: Ah.I'll make it Teen. Just to be safe..

A/N: I seriously had this idea stuck in my head for a long time. Why is it that I can't make my stories long? Gah.


Nick's Point of View

I always hated decomps But they always followed lemon showers, which were pretty nice. I never like walking into my household smelling like a rotten piece of bacon. First of all Monster, the gargantuan Newfoundland that I thought was a good idea to buy, would hide from me. Usually he would charge towards me, giving me a great big face licking. But not after decomps. He would sniff and yelp.

I walked into the living room not surprised at the sight I saw. There was a brunette on the couch, remote in hand, penguin stuffed animal in the other. She was a bit old for stuffed animals, but I found this quality about her completely and utterly delectable. She was wearing what I assumed were old PE shorts and a white camisole. Her curly brown hair brushed over her eyes slightly, but something stirred her.

"Oh Gosh! WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!" Damn. I hate decomps.

"Morning Honey." I kissed her on the forehead.

"Eww. Go away. Get in the shower now. You stink." She pushed me away immediately.

"I love you too hun." I smirked. A typical response for a bright witty female.

A little while later, after a nice lemon showers and some food, I laid down on the couch with her, and she laid down on my chest. I sat there stroking her hair, rarely getting a chance to do this with her.

"You realize you look the best when you're dressed like this?" I said to her.

"Dressed like what, a tank top and my gym shorts? I don't think so."

"Do you remember when we used to watch TV and you were small enough to lay on my chest?"

"Yeah Dad, Mom's took plenty of pictures."

Then Sara walked in and I then smelled decomp again. Man she smelt bad. No wonder Taylor woke up.

"OH GOD MOM! You're worse than Dad!" The brunette laying next to me started laughing.

"Hello to you to Taylor. I know I smell bad, it's not my fault nature took its course on a decomposing body." I was now laughing at the argument the two women of the household were having. "What are you laughing at Tex?" She was angry now, I could tell she didn't have a hot day today. She must've stayed at work later to get chewed out.

"You look gorgeous today."

"I smell like a rotten piece of bacon. I don't think I'm gorgeous."

"I can help you with that lemon shower." Ah, I couldn't resist. Decomps always brought lemon showers, and usually that meant someone joined me in the shower.

"Oh GOSH! You can just TELL me when I should go out and walk monster…" Taylor grabbed her keys and the leash.

"Put on a sweatshirt." That tank top was a tad too tight for my liking.

"Dad, it's almost 100 degrees outside!"

"Taylor Jessica Stokes. Do it. Or you won't get to use you're laptop for a month."

She huffed out and grabbed a sweatshirt, the 300 pound Newfoundland pulling her.

"Lemon shower, Ms. Decomp?" I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.


A/N: Bwaha! Didn't see that one coming didja?