Author's Note: Whoops, this is short. However you were all so nice in your reviews that I really wanted to write something (apart from my assignments), so here's a little bit more. I promise the next chapter will be juicier when I get around to it.

Just as soon as I placed the phone on the hanger it rang again. I grinned, deciding that Magus was calling to apologize for hanging up on me.

"I don't accept your apology, loser." I said, placing the phone next to my ear.

"What did I do wrong?" Asked a completely different voice.

"Depends on who you are." I said, a little surprised.

"It's Seth," He told me. "From behind the trees?"

"Is that a sex euphemism?" I asked, obviously joking.

I could hear Seth getting all flustered and embarrassed on the other end of the line. Men are so prudish. I coiled the phone cord around my finger and watched my Gran walk into the kitchen. Although it was more of a stomp than a walk.

"Did I hear the phone ring?" She asked.

"No, I'm actually just standing here with the phone against my ear because nobody called." I tell her, hoping she'd laugh and tell me I should be a comedian.

She made that half constipated face she often liked to make when talking to me. "Well who is it?"

"I'm talking to my forty-year old lover. We're figuring out how to tell his wife that I'm pregnant." I said, giving Gran a pleasant smile.

A brief glimpse of fury clouded her face when she assumed I was telling the truth. She eventually settled on that constipated face and said; "Well, hurry up – I'm expecting a call. It's not your own personal phone line."

"Great – if they call I'll tell them you're not home." I said.

She stormed out again with her usual wrath and I waited a few moments before placing the receiver against my ear again.

"Sorry about that," I said apologetically. "I'm actually living in an insane asylum at the moment."

"Your mother – I assume?" He said, sounding amused.

I made a disgusted face. "If my Gran was actually my mum I'd hope I was adopted."

"Good to know." He said before pausing briefly. "And, just so you know, I'm not forty. I'm twenty-two."

"Twenty-two?" I asked. "You might as well be forty, possibly even older. I can hook you up with my Gran, if you're interested?"

"Sorry." He said. "I'm more interested in ladies one-hundred years and older."

I tried not to gag at the mental image, unsuccessfully of course.

"She's probably four hundred years old and most likely immortal and maybe not human either." I said.

He laughed, before adding; "Apart from calling to hook up with your Gran, I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere tomorrow?"

It was obvious he wanted my number for something like this, but it still surprised me. It seemed more likely he'd call and ask me if I wanted to be his line-dancing partner than asking me on a date. I leaned against the wall and thought about Magus. Even though he was gay, uninterested, and leaving probably forever, saying yes seemed almost like a betrayal to him. However, it's not like I was in any position to turn down friends, let alone a date with anyone.

"Double-date? You and my Gran, me and Brad Pitt?" I said to cover my surprise.

"Obviously." Seth said, although it was pretty easy to sense the nervousness in his voice.

"Sounds good." I told him, trying not to think of Magus. "I'll leave Gran at home though."

"Great. If she were there I don't think I'd be able to resist." He laughed. "Also, I'm not going to tell you where we're going."

"Not behind any trees, I hope." I said.

"Depends on how the mood is." He said suggestively. I could almost see him winking on the other end of the phone.

I grimaced. "The mood will be terrible if you say anything else as lame as that."

"How about; are you from Kenya?" He said. "Because Kenya date me?"

"No, I am not from Kenya." I said, trying not to laugh. "And no, I will not date you anymore."

"I'll pick you up at five in the afternoon then?" He asked.

I paused briefly. "I'll probably be up by then. See you tomorrow."

I hung up the phone and lingered a little. He was nice, and also twenty-two. I suppose if things go well I could probably seduce him and he'd buy Magus and I alcohol, instead of the usual watering down Magus's dad's whisky. Or we'd get married and we'd have babies even though I hate children and will never have them.

I walked into the lounge room and found my little sister, Molly, perched on the couch, nose in a book. Like me, Molly had inherited the hideous dishwater blonde hair, however, she was also a lot more attractive, thinner, and smarter than I was, so she had that going for her.

"Morning, Molly." I told her kindly.

"It's past two in the afternoon," She said, not looking up. "Dimwit."

She was also going through puberty, and I sincerely hoped she got acne. I decided not to resort to physical violence and simply rolled my eyes as I passed her and headed towards the stairs.

"By the way," She said just as I was about to leave the room. "Brad Pitt isn't even that attractive anymore."

I'm convinced there is no way Brad Pitt cannot be attractive. I don't care if he's a hundred years old and on his deathbed, if he asked me to, I would definitely go there.

"To be young and naïve." I sighed, making a quick exit.