The walk to the frozen yogurt shop was long. In all actuality, it was probably around 20 minutes. Taylor and I didn't talk to each other, so it was awkward. I knew that I could be completely wrong about Taylor, but I wasn't willing to hurt myself in the process of finding out. I had known boys like Taylor all my life, and the only thing that set them apart from each other were their names. Boys like Taylor and girls like me went together like oil and water.
As we reached the shop, Taylor and I both reached for the door at the same time. We both retracted our hands. Finally, Taylor held the door opened the door and motioned me through. I couldn't help myself, and I laughed. Soon, he was laughing with me. It was a change, but I liked it.
As we sat down and ate, I noticed little things about Taylor. He wasn't as rambunctious as I anticipated him to be. He sat and ate his ice cream quietly. It wasn't a comfortable silence though. He seemed down about something. I didn't like it.
"Taylor, I'm sorry for being so rude to you earlier," I spoke after the silence began to get irritating.
"I understand, I might've came on to strong," he replied. I liked the fact that he admitted his mistake. He seemed like the type to speak his mind, so this didn't really surprise me.
"How about we just start over? You and I can pretend that anything before this moment never happened," I proposed. This seemed like an ideal solution for both of us.
"I think that'd be great. And I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship," he said.
From there, we both got our stuff and headed back to the beach. The walk back was filled with some light conversation, but mainly I just wanted to see how Cass and Hayes hit it off. I found out that Hayes was 13. Cass was 14, so that wasn't a big deal. Taylor was 18. I'm not really sure how old I thought he was to be completely honest.
