[HANSON STORIES]

Starved

Chapter 13



Taylor pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine.
“Where are your parents?” He asked, noticing no cars in the driveway.
“I don’t know, they might have gone out to the movies or something.” She answered and then proceeded to look down at her hands.
“Are you angry with me?” He muttered.
“Not…not exactly.” She replied.
“Well…I mean…” Phyllis stopped him mid sentence and looked up at him.
“I have to go Taylor. I had a good time.” She said expressionless. She went to reach for the door handle when Taylor pulled her back.
“Please don’t be mad at me. You know, I really missed you.” He said and looked at her straight in the face. Phyllis couldn’t say anything, she just looked at him. Taylor waited patiently for a response, instead he got a sigh. She turned her face once again and opened the passenger door. Taylor leaned his head against the headrest and sighed in defeat. Phyllis watched him as the overhead light illuminated his features. She leaned against the seat with her hand and touched him on the arm. He turned his head and looked at her in astonishment. She leaned in and he did the same and she kissed him briefly on the lips.
“Bye Taylor. Thanks for the ride.” She answered and began to close the door.
“Phyllis!” He called. She turned around and opened the door again.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” He asked sincerely. She stared at him for a couple seconds.
“Call me.” She said. She rummaged through her pockets and found a piece of paper while he found a pen. She handed him the crumpled piece of paper and smiled. He leaned over the armrest and stared into her face. He ran his hand through her hair and kissed her sweetly on the mouth.
“I’ll call you tomorrow then.” He grinned.
“Bye.” She said and closed door. Taylor waited as she made her way up the stairs, unlocked the door and went inside.

Phyllis woke up to hear the phone ringing in the other room. She jumped out of bed and ran full speed down the hallway. She picked up the phone and took a deep breath.
“Hello?” She said groggily.
“Hey Phyl.”
“Uh…hi Taylor…I didn’t know you were going to call so early…”
“Oh…I apologize…I don’t meant to…”
“Oh it’s all right.”
“I thought maybe we could go out to breakfast this morning and I also read in the paper that they’re having a fair…”
“The fair?” Phyllis questioned.
“Yeah, I thought it would be fun, plus, this is my last day in New York.” Taylor answered.
“Uh…I…I guess.”
“Well, I’ll leave here in about ten minutes to pick you up, is that all right?”
“Yeah. I’ll see you.”
“Bye.” Phyllis hung up the phone and ran into the bathroom to take her shower and get ready.

Taylor pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. He glanced at himself in the review mirror and glided his hand through his hair.
“Hey.” Taylor was shocked and turned to see Phyllis looking at him through the open passenger window.
“Oh…hi.” He stammered. Phyllis opened the door and Taylor could finally see her fully. She had her hair pulled back with a headband. She was wearing a black tank top with red glittery, gothic lettering that said ‘Bad Girl’ and a pair of jeans with a hole in the right knee. She grinned at him and climbed in. She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“We ready to go?” He asked as he turned the engine back on.
“Yeah, where we going for breakfast?” Phyllis asked.
“I heard about this restaurant, I think it’s called the Daily Planet…I wonder if it has some Super Man theme or something…”
“Actually, it has a time line theme sort of, it’s a good restaurant.” Phyllis smiled.
They made it to the restaurant by Phyllis’ directions and were seated in a booth near no one else. Phyllis picked up her menu and scanned the breakfast list.
“I think I’, going to get some eggs with bacon.” She said and closed her menu.
“Sounds good. I think I’ll have the same.” Taylor smiled and took her menu from her, placing it over to the side. The waitress came over and took their orders.
“Would you like some coffee?” The waitress asked them.
“None from me thanks.” Phyllis said.
“I’ll have a cup.” Taylor said. The waitress nodded and left them.
“You don’t drink coffee?” Taylor asked.
“No, I don’t like the taste.” Phyllis answered.
“I have to have my coffee or I’m a total zombie.” Taylor smiled. The waitress came over and gave them their orders.


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