**The one in the corner it's moving
Slowly up slowly down
Never too brilliant or clever
It won't turn around
No one will know that I'm looking
They can't get to me...
The clock read 6:15. He had been cooped up in that house for over three hours, not moving an inch. He looked to the flimsy cover of the novel that was his new priority, "Border Crossings" and sighed. It wasn't that he didn't like reading, it was that he didn't have the patience to do it for so long.
He heard the front door open and close once again. Great, he thought to himself. Just what I need. To see THOSE two making out again. He stood and shuffled out of his bedroom.
"Taylor! What happened to the pop corn?" yelled Zac from the kitchen.
He sighed and descended the stairs. "I don't know, Zac," he said, making eye contact with his brother. "Isaac probably ate it before he left."
"Damn," said Zac.
Taylor rolled his eyes and pulled open the refrigerator door. "It's not the end of the world. We have other stuff to eat."
He bent over to grab a soda, only to feel a foot collide with his calf. He felt someone lean down next to him. He smiled.
She smiled back. "I got your present," she said, grinning. "You're gonna like it!"
Taylor smiled and stood up. "I'm sure I will," he said. "But you didn't have to get me anything."
"Like hell, I wouldn't!" she said. "What do you think I am? A complete bitch?"
"No, Dacia," said Taylor. "Not a COMPLETE bitch..."
She smiled and smacked him on the shoulder. "Hey!" she said.
Zac nodded, like he was still listening to their prior conversation. "You will like your present."
Taylor nodded. "I'm out of here. If mom gets home, tell her... I don't know. Make something up."
Zac watched as his brother grabbed the car keys and headed out the door. "He's been a bit distant lately," said Zac. "Ever since your move, I think."
"What would that have to do with anything?" asked Dacia. Zac shrugged and exited the kitchen.
Taylor backed the car out of the driveway and sent it flying down the street. He had no idea as to where he was going, but he knew that he had to go somewhere. Sitting at home doing nothing was getting him, well... nowhere.
Ten minutes later he found himself parking directly in front of his favorite music shop. Of course he would subconsciously go there. It was his home away from home. A vintage music store called "Rock Island Music". It was only a small hole in the wall, but for some reason he loved it.
Taylor pulled open the front door, letting the bells chime, signaling his entrance.
"My love!" He heard an all too familiar voice come at him.
He smiled and embraced the woman. "Hey, Gretta," he said.
"How are you, doll?" she asked, placing her hand on his shoulder. Her silver bracelets made enough noise to drone out the music playing overhead for a short moment.
He sighed and shrugged, sending the bracelets into another fit. "I'm here, aren't I?"
She placed her hands to his face. "That you are," she said, and smiled. He watched as her shapely figure swayed away from him and she slid back behind the counter.
Taylor took a good look around himself. That was when he saw her. She had never been to the store before. He could tell by the way she was browsing through everything. He took in every part of her. From her black hair that was streaked with red, to her silver jewelry, to her Tool tee shirt, to her baggy blue jeans. She was so pretty. But in an abnormal way.
"Zay, I found your favorite band!"
Taylor glanced to the guy that was standing in the opposite aisle. He was holding up Korn's new album.
"UH!" she yelled. "Just shoot me!" He watched her as she rounded the corner and walked up to him. They started to whisper something that he couldn't hear, so he began his search for a good album for him to purchase.
"Taylor, I thought that you might enjoy this one," he heard Gretta say from behind him. He turned and briefly made eye contact with the girl before sliding up to Gretta. "They call themselves Finger Eleven. It's some good stuff."
Taylor took a look at the album. Suddenly he felt someone else close to him. He looked up into the girl's eyes.
"It's worth it. They kick major ass," she said to him.
"Yea, but she's biased," the guy said.
She turned to him. "Fuck you." Then she turned back to Taylor. "I'd recommend it."
After a brief look through the lyrics, he decided to buy the CD. It was only four dollars, anyway. What could he loose? Besides, he felt like he could trust the girl.
"I'm Zayla," she said to him as they walked out of the store together. "This is an asshole of mine, Brecken."
The guy made a dumb face and shook Taylor's hand.
"I'm Taylor," he said. "Was that your first time in there?"
Zayla nodded. "Sure was. It will probably end up being a frequent stop, now though."
"Great," mumbled Brecken.
Taylor didn't want to just walk away from this girl, but he didn't see many other options. All he could do was pray that fate would work, and something would present itself.
Zayla turned to Taylor. "We're gonna get some coffee at Joffrey's. Wanna come?"