"Ullo," she croaked into the phone.
"Skye?" someone asked. "Whoa, did you just wake up?"
"Who's this?" she muttered, falling back into her pillows.
"Me, Taylor."
Skye nearly fell off of the bed. "H...h...hi, Tay!"
"Hi," he murmured, smiling contentedly. He felt connected to her even over the phone. Was he in love with her? He didn't know, but he didn't really care. If he was in love, he was in love. Or even if it was just in really like, he could deal with in really like, too.
Skye, however, felt like a caged animal. "What are you calling for?"
Taylor shrugged. "I dunno. To talk?" he considered. "I never needed a reason to call before."
"If it's about Ike's party, I don't want to help," she blurted.
Taylor held in a breath. "Okay. Do you have to be so rude about it?"
Skye rolled her eyes. "Yes, I do. You people never get the point do you? I don't want to help out, okay?!" She slammed down the phone; angry, hurt tears streamed down her face.
Taylor sat there for a moment. "Skye? Hello? Skye?" Defeated, he sat the phone back in the cradle. It must be that time of month again, he thought dolefully.
