Love Can Tame A Beast

Not So Bad

It was snowing outside, the first snow of the winter season, and Benson ran up to me wearing his grandfather's old cowl asking what was going on. After I told him everything that happened he squealed in excitement " How bad could it be, I mean you get to spend three months with her." As I turned around there she was like an angel coming out of a storm, walking my way. She was on the phone with someone, to me it sounded like incompressible jargon, but Benson informed me that she was speaking French. Of course she speaks French. She was finally standing in front of us, she asked me if I wanted to go to the local café. Not even thinking I said yes. I wanted to say no, I have a reputation to keep up, but she had some power over me that I just couldn't understand.

On our way we bumped into my mother, she works as Amway, and was going door to door selling her homemade Shampoos. I told her that I would be home later tonight, she gave me a kiss, and waved me goodbye. At the café I ordered a caramel chai latte with a chocolate chip cookie, and Taylor ordered a blueberry scone with hot chocolate. We spent two hours talking, but it felt like only 20 minutes. We exchanged numbers, and as we parted ways the thought lingered in the back head that maybe this mentoring thing wouldn't be so bad. That night Benson called me and asked how the "date" went, and in that moment redness flushed over my face. "It wasn't a date." He apologized and said it was just his speculation. After he hung up, I wondered to myself why? Why does she have this effect on me?

I woke up to my phone ringing, I looked at the clock and wondered who the hell is calling me at 6 am on a Saturday. My whole attitude changed when I saw her name across my screen. "Taylor?" She asked if I would meet her on top of the hill in Crofton Park to watch the sunrise. Of course I said yes, like I have a choice, "I'll be right there". It was a 10 minute walk from my house to the park and at that time I started to wonder about my feelings for this girl. I was incredulous to the thought that I might want to be more than friends with Taylor. I can't be I thought, and even if I did there is no way she would feel the same way. When I arrived she was there sitting on the bench wrapped up in a blanket. I sat down next to her and as she looked at me. I could see the freshly fallen snow in her eyelashes, she was so beautiful. I feel so perspicuous when I'm with her, talking to her was as easy as breathing. I've only felt like I could talk to one other person like this before my best friend Benson.

I asked her if she would join me for breakfast, her face seemed almost flummoxed, but a few seconds later a bright smile spread across her face. She asked me if I would rather go to her house and she could make pancakes. As if I couldn't get the words out I smiled in response, we started to walk. I no longer had the urge to bellicose with our relationship, I wanted her and with that I didn't know what to do next. She seems to make the pancakes so resolutely to make them perfect. "Chocolate chips or blueberries?" she asked. "Chocolate chips," I said in response. While we ate our pancakes we watched ELF, because who doesn't love Will Farrell.