Taylor and Victor

Chapter 3

Taylor

Taylor loves weekdays the best. Besides having to go to class, which doesn't so suck in her favorite subject, she could enjoy having the house for hours before her parents came back. They're mostly busy all day, on the weekend even. Now on Saturday, only her mother stayed at home.

Taylor wouldn't mind, if she has anything to do.

She ran out of movies to watch, works to do. If there's any task needs to be done, it would stress her out. But if finding something less of a hard work, she has none.

Maybe she should come over Sam's house, enjoy some pastry wouldn't be bad. That bad, she means, Madam Laurier always has a way to mess up pastry recipes.

Worst, she could be tasting salty cupcakes and overcooked cookies.

Or she could get nauseous because of her unexpected bitter pie.

She loves her room, adores staying at home. But she couldn't keep using her phone and became an internet addict. She should be doing something more active. And Paige would urge her to do so.

Taylor thinks, as she's lying on her bed, bored out of her mind. She wanted to stay home, as much as she could. But eventually, Taylor grabs her hair clip and puts her hair up.

She lazily gets up from her bed. Tiredly walking out from her room. From her room door, she walks to her left. Taylor lifts up her hand, waits for a moment, then knocks on the door before opening.

"Mom," she said. Her mother – who's sitting across the room – didn't budge to facing her.

"Can I come over Sam's house?"

"Do as you please."

"Don't you want to say anything else?" Taylor asked.

Minh keeps quiet, making Taylor wait until she couldn't.

"Mom?"

"Don't interrupt me. Just be back before dinner."

Her lips pressed on a thin line, she walked backward and carefully closed the door in front of her. Taylor didn't take another moment to hesitate, she quickly got out.

Outside, on the pavement, Taylor thinks today's too hot for September. Though the warm feeling on her skin makes her adjust to loving the weather. Paige's gonna blame this rapid change in temperature, and complaining about her dry skin in winter.

Her face mindlessly puts on a smile, but she quickly brushes off.

Near her house, just a few blocks away, is a decent family house. There's no fence in their driveway, no camera, just grassland to mark territory. Outside their front yard are not trees, nor flowers, but herbs. They planted herbs, and probably other edible plants for their front garden. She used to think they're not pleasant looking before actually using some for some soup.

They're still unpleasant looking, but now delicious.

Taylor pressed the doorbell, waited for moments, before someone twisted the doorknob. Madam Laurier's standing, shining bright as usual with her smile, already happy to have her over.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am. Is Sam free at the moment?"

"Yeah, of course. He always does, come in."

Sam's mother walked back to give her some space. "Do you want me to make any treats?"

"No, thank you. Is he having any friends over?"