Chapter 18

I think I had about five or six drinks and I was really feeling it. We ended up in my room, laying on my bed, laughing hysterically about absolutely nothing. I don’t think I ever saw her smile so much. She looked at me, narrowing her eyes and got up off the bed.
“Where…where you gong?” I smiled.
“Getting my sketchbook. I’m going to sketch you.” She giggled.
“You already did…”
“So what.” She smiled and staggered into the living room for a brief moment. I lay back on the bed, putting my hands behind my head.
“Okay, give me a pose.” She giggled as she flopped down on the bed and took out her charcoals.
“Hold on.” I smiled. I got up off the bed and without another work, I pulled off my shirt and pants. I stood there in my boxers and glanced over at her. She apparently wasn’t paying any attention to what I was doing. I decided to go for a little shock value. I grinned to myself and shed my boxers and let them fall to the floor. Apparently, because of a lack of control, my wings ripped through. I flopped down on the bed and rested my head on my hand. She looked up, wide eyed and immediately turned flush.
“T-Taylor…” She giggled.
“Hey! Just draw.” I smiled. I wrapped my wings around myself, covering a little. She shook her head and went to work on her masterpiece.
We both eventually passed out on the bed from laughter and a lack of sleep.

“Taylor…” I cracked open one eye and looked around.
“Taylor…” My eyes flew open when I saw the same figure in an aura of light. I rolled my eyes.
“What?” I asked angrily.
“I don’t think THIS was necessary.” She said with a smiled.
“This is not what it looks like!” I spat quietly as I got up and pulled on my boxers.
“I know. I see all that you do, remember? Now, there does happen to be a bit of a problem…”
“Oh great.” I rolled my eyes, folding my wings at my back, and walked into the living room, picking the bottle of gin off the couch. She followed me out, and I sighed as she wrinkled her nose in distaste.
“What’s this problem?” I asked, picking up the empty Collins mix bottle up off the t.v.
“You’re falling for her!” She almost yelled.
“And you point is what again?”
“TAYLOR! You’re an angel, she’s human! You’re dead, she’s alive and you’re galling in love with her!”
“A little late.” I muttered under my breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. You should go, I’m not in the mood to talk to you right now.”
“Hangover.” She said as she faded out.
“Funny, never had an angel who would have a hangover…”
I sighed and walked back into my room, only to see Phyllis curled up where I had been, clutching at her sketch book. Glancing at the clock, I found I had an hour before my classes started.
“I’ll go, let her sleep.” I thought, brushing a few locks of hair out of her face.
“Sweet dreams Phyllis.” I kissed her forehead then pulled the blanket up over her, and of course took her sketch book and charcoal pencils and put them on my night table. Taking a quick look at the picture, I “recalled” my wings and proceeded to get dressed.

I walked into my first music class, pulled out my staff book and making sure no one was around, pulled a pair of my studio head phones out of my bag. I plugged them in, played with some preset options and set to work. Luckily, I was early, by at least twenty minutes so there was no one around to interrupt me, and that’s just the way I liked it.

It must have been time for class to start because the teacher walked in, staff books in her arms. She didn’t seem to notice me.
As she set her stuff down on her desk, I started to play with the lyrics I was working with. I must have been a bit too loud because she looked up at me, then headed over.
“Taylor? What are you doing here so early?” She asked.
“Just had some things I wanted to work out, that’s all.”
“Like what? Trying the skills we went over yesterday?”
“No actually, I was working on the chorus of a song I’m writing.”
“You’re writing?”
“Yeah. Here, listen.”
I took the headphones off and unplugged them and turned the volume up a little on the keyboard. Taking a deep breath, I started to play, and then added the lyrics. She stared at me in mute shock.
When I had finished, she stood up, (she had sat down after the first verse.) and took my book, looking it over.
“You wrote this?” She asked.
“Yes. Is there a problem? Something sound off?” I replied.
“No, no, everything sounds fine, but I just want to know where you learned to do this. You don’t need to take this class, you write and compose like a professional. This sounds a lot like what my boyfriend writes. You two should get together and share ideas. He hasn’t really played with someone else since his brother’s accident.”
“I haven’t played in awhile. Maybe we could get together.” She smiled and handed my book back to me. The class started coming in and she went to teach them. I got the impression that my lessons would be a bit more one on one.

The bell rang and the class bolted. Rachel, that was my keyboarding teacher’s name, was walking out when a car pulled up.
“Must be her boyfriend.” I thought taking a quick look at him.
If my eyes were seeing things as they actually were, I was looking at my brother. Watching closely I could see her say something.

“Where to for lunch Ike?”
Damn! I was right! Ike!

I raced home, and slammed the door, accidentally, when I got to the apartment. I heard Phyllis yell in surprise and I followed it to her bedroom. She’d just gotten out of the shower and thinking that I wasn’t going to be home for a few hours, was in just a towel and walking to her dresser to get her underwear. Obviously, she didn’t seem too phased by my door slamming. I only had an hour before my next class, but I just had to tell Phyllis that I’d seen Ike.
“Phyllis.” I said quietly.
“Huh? Taylor!” She yelled in surprised.
“Why are you home?”
“I saw my brother!”
“I didn’t think you were allowed to?”
“I’m not but he didn’t know it was me, and he was driving my keyboarding teacher to lunch!”
“Taylor, I don’t think they’d let you see your brother if they thought…”
“But you don’t get it! They have no control over what you mortals, and I don’t mean that in an offending sense, I have nothing against mortals, it’s just that I…”
“Just spit it out! You’re getting to be like Matt!”
“Huh? Who?”
“Just say what you have to say!”
“Right. Anyway, they can’t control you, so if I see my brothers, by their own means of communication, I can!”
“Yeah…don’t you have like forty five minutes to get to class?”
“Well, it’s lunch time and the traffic…”
“DAMN IT!” I grabbed my discarded keys and ran to the door.

By the time I got back, I was already five minutes late for my last class. I ran in and sat down, totally out of breath. Anne just glanced at me and looked all around puzzled.
“Where’s Phyllis?” She asked as she came around to my easel.
“She’s home sick.” I said as I pulled out my charcoal.
“Oh…all right.” She said and shrugged her shoulders.

I ran out after class and rushed to my keyboarding room to see if Rachel was there, maybe with my brother, no luck.

I made my way home, disappointed in that I couldn’t see my brother. I opened the door and saw Phyllis sitting on the couch, looking extremely tired.
“I’m home…”
“NO SHIT!” She said angrily.
“Wh…what’s wrong?” I asked puzzled.
“I feel like shit and I missed all my classes.” She answered. I sat down next to her. I put my arm around her and she rested her head on my shoulder.
“I’m sorry.” I said and ran my hand through her hair.
“I just feel so cruddy. I’m surprised I didn’t get sick.” She said and snuggled a little closer. I smiled to myself.
“What do you want to do about food?” I asked.
“That’s the last thing on my mind.” She said and looked up at me.

That night I made spaghetti and we ate in my room like the night before. Phyllis seemed in a lot better mood than before.
“So Taylor, who the hell were you talking to last night? That’s the second time you’ve done that.” She smiled as she stretched out on my bed, laying on her side to look at me.
“Oh…uh…superiors.” I smiled and pointed up.
“What were you talking about?” she smiled and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh…I…uh…I…” I stuttered. I thought about my late conversation the night before.
“Yeah…” She grinned.
“I can’t talk about it.” I said sternly.
“Oh…really?” She grinned again and nudged me in the arm. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at me in the eyes.
“I…I…” I stammered.
“Oh come on Taylor…” She smiled.
“No…I won’t.” I laughed.
“Oh fine.” She huffed.
“It…it wasn’t important.” I stuttered.
“Then tell me.” She said, fluttering her eyelashes.
“Phyllis…” I began to say.
“All right…all right. I’ll stop asking.” She said and rolled her eyes.

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