Now showered and only slightly shaken up from her morbid thoughts of Taylor, she sat on the computer, waiting for Llama's website to load. That's right, have a freakish thought of Taylor looking good, and then go to a webpage about him, she chided herself. And then, she saw the familiar green background that was Create Your World.
I wonder what Llama would do if she knew I know Taylor BEYOND the infamous handshake? She shivered deliciously. The Hansonite Webbie population must never find out, she decided with a giggle.
And then she saw it. The concert review. She quickly snapped into it. Taylor had told her all about Montreal, of course, AFTER she had read Llama's version first.
She remembered the moment with a slight grin.
"So, Taylor, did you like Montreal?" Skye asked, sliding down into the cushions of the couch beside him.
Taylor rolled his eyes. "The post-show teeny-screaming was a complete headache."
Skye nodded, agreeably. "See any...oh, I dunno...cute girls?"
Taylor shot her a skeptical sideways glance. "There were too many of them. Why?"
"Any one in particular catch your eye?"
"Skye, are you getting jealous?" he asked, the corners of his lips turning up in a mocking smile. She glared, and punched his arm. He of course yelped, and rubbed it gingerly.
"Nopers, I'm just curious about the chick in the 6th row," she snapped. "Apparently, it led some to believe you actually HAVE a manhood."
Taylor blushed furiously, but quickly got over it. He had taken BATHS with this girl for God's sake...their parents had the pictures to prove it. "Actually, there was..."
Skye nodded. However, Taylor suddenly realized that he should be surprised. "How did you know?!"
"A good writer never reveals her sources," Skye taunted.
"But...you don't WRITE," Taylor said dubiously.
"Good point," came her thoughtful reply.
"Anyhow, I was too worried with..."
"'The Microphone From Hell'," she interrupted.
"How did you...Skye, did I call you at midnight or something in my sleep and tell you about it?"
She just gave him a look. "That's Isaac."
"What about me?" a voice drifted from the door. Skye looked up.
"We're discussing Montreal, and your bad sleeping habits. By the way, what did you say before you did Sometimes??"
Ike shrugged, and looked around. "I don't remember."
"Yes, you do," Skye argued. "Tell me, Ikey..." she cooed.
He blushed, as he saw the flirtatious grin spread langorously over her lips. "I said, 'maybe someone will get hit by cupid,'" he mumbled to the ground. Skye's brows shot up.
"How sweet," she said softly. Then looked at Taylor conspiratorally, and gave him a sharp elbow in the ribs. "How come you're never sweet like that?"
"'Cos, I ain't got nobody to be sweet, too," he said in a lax voice. Skye made a disgusted face.
"That sounded so tacky. Why did you say that?"
Taylor grinned. "English teacher's daughter strikes again..."
**Now ending flashback** Skye re-read the review with renewed interest. However, when it got back to Taylor's adequacy, she blushed this time. She made up her mind at that point to take Jessie's advice and not go over to their house for a while. And maybe get some "chick friends", as the Hanson's oldest boys often referred to them.
Yeah, that's what she would do. No more tomboying around with Ike or Zac. Not even Taylor. If she saw him at school, okay. If they sat at the same lunchtable. Fine. But no more daily visits to their house that often meant she came home at nine o'clock with a pile of homework that kept her up into the wee hours of the morning.
She tried to remember some of the girls who she hung around with, but soon was at a loss when she realized all of her friends were guys.
