"Bailey!" he called out. I looked up from my perch on the letterbox(*Yes, okay, the letter box is a huge stone kinda thing!!) and held his gaze. My god, he’s so innocent looking. But I knew better. I remained sitting on the letterbox. I guess Taylor knew me better than I thought.
"Come on over! I still the same guy you know!" he yelled. Slowly I got up and crossed the street. My heart was beating so fast I swear it would burst. I stood in front of Taylor and smiled,
"Hey Taylor."
"How’ve you been Bailey?" he asked, looking at me uncertainly. If I hadn’t felt so nervous, I would have laughed at how formal we were being.
"I’ve been pretty good. Hang out with the gang and stuff. How was the tour?" I replied, choosing my words carefully. The truth was, I spent most of my time in my room by myself.
"The tour was great!" A huge smile spread across his face, "You should have come, my god, it was totally awesome!"
I watched Taylor enviously as he talked about his trip around the country. I sometimes wonder how Taylor and I could possible be friends. I mean he was gorgeous, I was just average. He was so talented, I’m the one with no talent what so ever. He’s blonde, I’m a brunette. We’re as different as night & day, but Taylor insists that opposites attract.
"So, that’s about it. You wanna come over for a bit?" he asked, finishing off his story.
"Oh...no, I’ll let you get some sleep or something, I’m just going to go inside and watch some TV." I told him. I did want to go over, really. But I figured we’d need our space. Taylor looked slightly hurt, but it blew past,
"Okay, that’s cool. I’ll ring you tonight or something."
He walked away from me and into his house. Why am I so sad when I knew things would be different between us?