Skye woke up.
Taylor was sitting in the chair beside the couch watching TV.
She glanced at the clock; 4:30.
"Taylor, why in the world are you up so early?" she croaked.
"Couldn't sleep," he replied. "I wondered how long it would be until the TV finally woke you up."
She looked over and noticed that Taylor wasn't wearing a shirt. It wasn't like she hadn't seen him without a shirt on before, it had just been a long time. She noticed the muscles in his stomach. Taylor had a six pack? His hair was pulled back in a ponytail one strand was hanging down in his face. He looked so.....Oh my god! What was she thinking?! This was Taylor; the Taylor she had been friends with since they were five; the Taylor that liked to put gum in her hair.
Skye hadn't relized she was staring.
"What?" Taylor asked, looking at her like she was crazy.
"What do you mean, 'what'?" Skye snapped defensively.
"You were staring at me. Do I have some abnormal growth I don't know about?" Taylor asked, looking over himself.
"No, it's nothing," she said, quickly.
"Skye you are so confusing sometimes."
"I know, I like me that way," she said.
After a few more minutes of channel surfing, Taylor clicked off the TV and threw down the remote. "Stupid phone-sex commercials... Wanna go sit in the treehouse?"
"Sure. Bu you might want to put a shirt on though," she commented, kicking off the covers.
"Oh, so you were staring at my manly chest," Taylor said, striking a pose and flexing (or rather, attempting to flex) a muscle.
"Taylor you are so full of yourself," Skye said, rolling her eyes.
"Whatever, I know you want me. Let's just go," he said.
Taylor watched as Skye walked ahead of him as he put his shirt on. He had never noticed how shiney her long black hair was, and the way the curls bounced when she walked. She turned around and for the first time in his life he noticed that her eyes were green; or that SHADE of green. She looked so...Oh my god! What was he thinking?!?! This was Skye the same Skye that called him toothpick; the same Skye that called him Taylorina; the same Skye who kicked him in the nuts when he called her a slut in the 5th grade.
"Taylor, earth to Taylor," Skye said, waving her hands in front of his face.
"Oh sorry I was just thinking," he commented...
"And you say I'm weird."
They both climbed into the tree house and sat in the middle. There were waterguns from the day's water fight scattered all around.
"Do you miss it Taylor?" Skye asked, leaning back into the wall.
"Miss what?" he asked.
"Being little, knowing what you were gonna do and who you were gonna play with. Nothing complicated. Ya' know, before you knew girls existed," she asked.
"Yeah I guess I do sometimes? What brought on this sudden serious moment?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing Taylor. Nothing."
