Do You Love Me, James Taylor

Countdown to Fright Night Part 1

(Sophie)

'Morning again' I groaned as I forced myself off the bed. It had been a week since the party and my brain was thinking about reasons why Taylor's dad's phone was in our couch. I had confronted my mom about it, but she said that he must have left it when she invited him over for tea the other day. I found it far-fetched, but didn't bother asking any more questions because I had school to get ready for, and every other time I asked she'd just avoid the question

"Sophia darling!!" Mom said, walking into my room

"What is it, Mom?" I asked

"I just wanted to tell you that I'll be leaving early again today and I'm wondering if you have a ride to school?" she asked

"No, but it's okay, I'll call an Uber or something," I said

"Or you can ask James for a ride"

"Taylor?" I thought about it, but immediately rejected the idea. The last time I had asked Taylor for a ride we almost kissed, come to think of it all these times alone with Taylor tend to lead to a kiss or at least an attempted kiss. That was something neither of us wanted

"Honestly Mom, I think an Uber will be better"

"Well suit yourself, Dear, I'll see you when I get back," she said

(James)

I had not too long ago woken up, but my brilliant mind was already busy. I had spent the last week trying to convince Betty-Ann to go to the dance with me, but every time I bring it up, she keeps turning me down by repeating rule 1 over and over again. I had actually begun to lose hope, though, that didn't I was giving up just yet. I had promised myself wouldn't give up so before I exhausted all the ideas in my mind I won't stop. It was just a school dance she can't say no forever. Deciding to put it to the back of my mind, I started getting ready for school. I went downstairs only to be greeted by a peculiar sight. Mom and Dad had been distancing themselves from each other all week long. I don't know what happened last week, but Mom seemed really upset with Dad

"Good morning," I said

"Good Morning James," they said before Mom glared at him before putting my breakfast on the table. Looking across the table I noticed Dad was quietly reading his 'Bird of the Week' magazine

"Hey Dad, did you finish eating already?" I asked, noticing there was no plate in front of him

"Actually James, your dad's gonna eat at 'work' again," Mom passive-aggressively said walking out

"What's that about?" I asked him

"I guess you can say we're having a little disagreement. You're too young to understand"

"I doubt it," I said smugly

"So the dance's coming up," Dad said changing the topic

"And?" I asked, eating my pancake and taking a sip of my orange juice

"So you ask Betty-Ann yet?" He asked making me do a spit take.

"What! Why would I ask Betty-Ann?" I asked, nervously cleaning up the mess of orange juice with pancake chunks in it

"Probably because you're sleeping with her." Dad blatantly said

"I just hope you're using protection," Mom said going into the fridge

"And what gave you that idea?" I asked sweating

"Oh please James, you can't keep anything from me," Mom said, closing the fridge

"Please don't tell Betty-Ann you know," I sighed

"Of course, we won't," Dad said

"You promise?" I said, calming down