The idiocy of perfection

Chapter Eight: Dinner

Ok. NO, I cannot like James. I mean, I've spent my entire life kinda hating him.

I remember when we were seven and first met, James had asked what my name was then had walked away. Being the kick- ass seven year old I was I chased after him, said 'Taylor' then kicked his shin and walked away.

I smiled to myself, he was cute back then. NO. I, TAYLOR CLARISSA LEWIS DO NOT THINK THINGS LIKE THIS.

I texted my mom, not for advice, I was scheming.

When was the last time we saw the Spencer's?

My mom answers immediately,

Oh sweetie it's been so long! What made you think of it?

I was prepared for this.

I was looking through yearbooks and realized how long we've known them.

Well, let's invite them over for dinner, did you know your father was in a band with Mr. Spencer?

I grimace at the image, deciding to end the conversation here.

Good idea, but I got to go, Audrey's here.

Bye sweetie!

I bite my lip. OK, this was admittedly weird but I needed to see if I liked James. And I needed him around to do that.

I sigh and text James.

Just a heads up my parents are gonna invite your family together for some weird reunion.

I wait a little bit pathetically, reading over my text.

Oh god, sorry Taylor but this will be awful. My dad is still really clinging on to the whole rocker thing and your dad will probably bring out that side even more.

I smile like an idiot. Ok, calm down, wait a second, don't text immediately, that's to eager. Taylor you are pathetic, I think miserably.

You have no idea.

Ok, let's really try to calm down here Lewis your being creepy. I throw my phone under my pillow. I grab a hairbrush, combing through my waves gently. My phone buzzes, but I force myself to finish off a tangle before checking it.

I guess I don't, I had to beg my dad for a bike and yours is begging you to get one.

I actually can't think of an answer to that text. I think for a moment.

Well, it'll either be completely boring or one hell of a night.

I anticipate that this ends the conversation and I'm surprised when my phone buzzes again.

Wanna bet?

You think I haven't learned my lesson?

No, I think you secretly loved hanging out with me and are desperate for me to like you. ;)

Your an idiot.

He's not that far from the truth... SHUT UP BRAIN.

Thank you Taylor, I appreciate the compliment.

Moron.

I'm taking that as a higher degree of flattery.

Fine then your, uh, smart? Dammit James.

;) You love it.

Ok how do I respond to this, should I end it, change topic, continue?

I really don't.