Ike
				Chapter Sixteen
				         Hair
	"Does my hair look okay?" Taylor asked for the thirtieth time.
	"It looks fine."
	For the past half hour I had been helping my baby brother get ready for
his first date, boy did I feel like a geezer! We had decided on clothes and now
he was obsessing over his hair like a teenage girl on picture day! Frankly it
disgusted me.
	"Up or down?"
	"Down."
	Al of a sudden he slumped down onto the covered seat of the toilet and
started to cry.
	"Don't cry, it'll make your mascara run." I taunted, trying to cheer him
up.
	In response I got a muffled "Fuck you" and a throbbing kick in the
shins.
	"I was joking, come on cheer up, there's no need to cry before the date,
just after she dumps you." He looked up at me with one piercing blue eye.
	"I know enough with the jokes, really what's the matter?"
	"Callie and I had a fight yesterday and I don't even know if she's going
to show up."
	"Ahh, women trouble."
	"Yeah, oh well, I'm just so scared that she won't show up."
	"Don't worry, no matter what Callie will show up, I know she will."
	"Thanks, oh and thank you for taking Zac to Laser Quest, I know he
would bug the hell out of me if he knew if I had a date with Callie."
	"Yeah, I it's okay little bro.
	"Don't call me that!"	
	"Whatever you say shortie!"
	"Yeah at least I'm not hairy like you, Chewie!"
	"It's noogie time!"
	"No, not my hair!!!"
	"You really have lost it haven't you Taylor?"
	"Yeah, but I have a date tonight and you don't!"
	"But I still don't brush my hair like you do, lord I think you take better
care of your hair then the Pantene Pro-V spokeslady."
	"Ok, you win but you still have to stay at home tonight all alone."
	"So, I'm not at the philharmonic.'
	"Truce okay, I don't have enough time to argue,  WHAT ABOUT MY
HAIR!!!"
	We both exploded into laughter, it was the first time in a long time that
Taylor and I could actually be brothers, not musicians, not travelers to a
myriad of foriegn countries, but brothers.