Taylor and Victor

Chapter 29

Taylor

The next day, after her literature class, Taylor has a stack of paper heading to her locker. She found herself in the hallway walking through other kids who were just as busy. She opens her locker and expects nothing will happen.

When the door twisted opens, cans and candy packs fall down like a cloth up fountain, rolling down and stopping at her feet. Her locker was empty, but the thought of her possession being interrupted is not pleasing in any way. She closed the locker shut and put those papers inside her already heavy backpack.

Sam and Mia looked at them almost the rest of lunch time.

"What's wrong with you two?" Sam asked in the canteen, shifting gaze between Taylor and Victor.

He and Taylor sit together, like closed up. Which they thought unusual all because they used to sit in the opposite direction. With her it was a thing she didn't mind much, and Sam won't have a say, but when she looked over Mia, her face was a combination of confusion and shock. She suddenly feels bad for not telling her anything at all, but not because she had to.

"Why? Something's unusual?" Victor asked him back.

"Lots."

She kicks on Victor's shoe, along with an unpleasant glance she gave him. Taylor would love to tell just anyone, but someone didn't take the information well.

Mia's still talking with her gaily face for the rest of lunch time, and she hopes she is.

Her father came home earlier than usual, while Taylor was waiting for her mother. Today he didn't sit revising stacks of paper, or anything work related like he always did. But her mother needs to work overtime instead of going home.

"She needs to finish some work before her business trip," he informed her.

Taylor couldn't care less. She doesn't know what exactly her mother's job required, but everytime she goes out traveling, she wouldn't be home in a week.

Victor

Weekend was the worst.

Weekend with her is far better. But she always seemed to be busy when her parents were around. And they aren't so different. Victor never saw her and her parents together, at least on weekdays. Her father went out more, but her mother looked more busy.

Before he's curious about people around her, but now he's curious about what they do.

Now, on weekdays, they keep on sitting together. And he started to follow her all around. To her class, during lunch break, back to her house. Victor figured out her parents would be busy until sunset, so he followed her around dinner.

He helps her make dinner, if she needs him to. Taylor would find anything she could in the refrigerator and make up recipes in her mind, unlike his mother. Her dishes were a mix of spices he never thought would go together. He thought they looked interesting, but she never really lets him help.

"You wash this, I'll need it soon," she said. Always.

When she's too busy to care about him, he watches her busy figure, walking around in the kitchen. Her hair's put in a bun with her claw clip when she's busy, and the tiny hair strands fall out to make her different from when he saw her at school. Like a grown up woman. Like his mother.

Weekend had never been so long to wait, with him counting down to tomorrow every time he woke up. Though, her being make him didn't know where to take her to because obviously Taylor didn't like anywhere that much beside her house.