Zodiac Summer

36 Leaps of Faith for Daddies

Taurus's POV

I woke up still half asleep. I barely got any good sleep last night. Maybe I needed to adjust to the new surroundings. Or maybe I stop binge watching musicals on YouTube.

"Morning!" A sudden weight almost crushed my legs.

"Morning Pisces," I whined still in slight pain.

"How'd my bestie sleep?"

How did I get myself stuck being Pisces's best friend? I never agreed whatsoever on a mutual friendship, but here we are. Now that I think about it, Libra and Gem are besties and Leo and Sag are dating. Pisces and I are the only two girls left, so that's probably the reason she clings to me.

"I slept good. You?"

"I slept great! I think I slept so good that I can now ask Aries out on a date with a clear mind."

"Ask Aries on a date?"

"Of course! I know things between us went a little sour, but I think we can fix it for the better."

"Oh really?"

"Really!"

"Hey Taurie, you up?" Scorpio poked his head through the door. His face flushed red, realizing that we weren't alone. I smiled at his cute, abrupt exit.

"What's up with you two? I thought you didn't like him."

"What are you talking about? Me and him are best friends, of course I like him."

"I thought I was your bestie." Tears began to prick in the corner of her eyes, which seemed glossy. Her bottom lip stuck out into a pout. Shit! I hurt her feelings. How do I fix this?

"I mean that he's my guy best friend and you're my girl best friend. Sometimes you can only talk to a girl about like bras and stuff."

"Yea, by the way Leo's parents made breakfast."

"Why didn't you tell me that there was food?!" I rushed to the kitchen. On the way, I slammed into the back of Scorpio.

"36A, Flatty," he chuckled.

"What?"

"You said you couldn't talk with me about bras."

"I was just trying to make her feel better."

"I know. I'm just messin' with ya."

"What are you planning on doing today?"

"I dunno. Aries is supposed to take Gemini out on a date tonight and I don't feel like third wheeling."

"Do you want to hang out?"

"L-like a date?" He got choked up on his own words and his cheeks flushed with color.

"No. Unless you want it be like a date."

"I mean.... you can choose."

"Okay, then platonic."

"Platonic it is."

"How 'bout bowling and nachos?"

"Sounds great."

"What time do you wanna leave?"

"How about eight o'clock?"

"Sounds good."

I was going to continue walking down the kitchen so I could finally eat breakfast, but a strong hand grabbed my wrist.