Chapter 6
Taylor
The rest of the afternoon went amazingly smooth. We talked like good old friends that had known each other for years. Time flew, and before I knew it Cindy was saying she had to go home for dinner. I walked her downstairs and to the door. For some reason I couldn’t figure out, I stayed by the door staring out the window for a while lost in thought.
I’d never shared my music with anyone before, besides singing my little sisters to sleep every now and then. I was surprised to find out that someone else actually thought I was any good. I never thought I was bad, I just never was serious enough about to actually think I could go somewhere with it. I was perplexed with the idea.
“So, who was the girl” I barely heard my brother Zac ask me. Zac was the only one in the family that even compared to me on the rebel scale, but he wasn’t even half way there. He rarely actually ever did anything wrong, but he had one smart mouth. Maybe that was what made my blood boil about him so much. Or maybe I never got over being two and half years old and having this new baby come and take away all of my parents attention. Maybe that was the reason I was who I was.
“Yo Tay, you there?” he asked again.
“What?” I finally asked.
“I just asked you a question and you stared at me like a deer caught in headlights forever” he told me.
“Sorry, I was kind of lost in thought” I explained. “What did you ask?”
“I was just wondering who that girl was,” he said.
“Oh, just a friend. She just moved to Tulsa recently. She’s in a couple of my classes, so I thought I’d be friendly and get to know her” I told him.
“Hmm, not really your usual style is it?” he said in a mocking tone.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I asked getting defensive. I knew what he meant. She wasn’t the type of girl I usually went out with, and I rarely played the lets be friends game. But, I didn’t really feel like having my little brother point that out to me in the bratty tone that I knew he’d use.
“Nothing, never mind. I just…she just didn’t seem like the girls you usually go out with,” he said.
“I told you, she’s just a friend” I insisted.
“Yeah, that’s why you’re staring at the driveway like a lost puppy ten minutes after she’s driven away from it” he pointed out to me. He had a point.
For a moment I considered telling him everything. Telling him that I liked this girl, but I was scared. How I wanted to play things safe by just being friends with her and seeing where that takes us. Then I remembered that this was Zac. For one, he probably wouldn’t care. And two, he went to the same school as I did. I never saw him, the freshman and senior halls were across the school from each other, and they were very segregated, but things still got around. For some reason something told me I shouldn’t trust him with that information.
“Just, forget about it” I said and brushed past him on my way to the stairs. I suddenly had the urge to play my guitar again.
