Taylor knocked on the paint chipped door. He waited for a few minutes, then knocked again. Finally, a rumpled teenage girl came to the door. She gave Taylor the once over.
“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve anyone here,” She started to close the door in his face.
“No, I’m a friend of Angie’s. I wanted to talk to her,” Taylor said, sticking his hand in the doorway.
“Angie ain’t here.”
“Are you Katie?”
“Yeah, I am. Hey, wait, I’ve seen you somewhere…” Taylor pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and shoved it into Katie’s hand.
“Here give this to Angie, I gotta go.” He spun around and headed down the hallway. He heard a mumble, and the door shut behind him. He headed out onto the street. It was a little bit windy, and he could smell the streets. They weren’t all that pleasant. He crossed the street quickly. No one paid him any notice as he walked back to his room. Sighing, Taylor got ready for bed, wishing he could see Angie before he left New York.
Angie groaned as she entered the apartment. She felt like she would fall apart at the edges. She was beyond tired. She was also sick of her life. What was the point in the endless circle of drugs and sex, sex and drugs? She sat down on the loveseat. She noticed a piece of paper with her name on it, lying on the coffee table. She picked it up and unfolded it. It was Taylor’s address and phone number. Angie’s breath caught in her throat. Something in the back of her brain told her to throw it away. But she felt the longing that she felt the other night, and slipped the note in her pocket. She wanted to hold him is her arms. Revel in his beauty. She wanted to run off with him. Someplace, where no one would bother them. He was sweet, and so innocent. He seemed like a doorway to someplace brighter. Unlike the dark hell she survived in at the moment. She wanted to own him. To be able to touch his smooth, young body. And to see deep in his mind. Explore the corners, find out where he was a child, and where he was an adult. His eyes were like blue crystals, as stupidly poetic as that was. She wanted to see her future in those eyes.
Taylor looked out at the rain pouring down outside his window. He wondered what the weather was like in New York. He wondered if Angie had ever gotten his note? He didn’t know if he trusted that Katie chick. She seemed pretty out of it. Would Angie call him? He wanted to see her again. He wanted to make sure she was doing all right. Sometimes he felt like screaming, because it had been a week, and all he thought about was her. There was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” Taylor said, not turning around.
“Hey, Taylor, do you want to go with Naomi and I to the movies? She said she would bring her cousin,” Isaac said, approaching his brother.
“No thanks, man.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, Tay…Is everything all right? You’ve been acting strange since we came back from New York.”
“I’m fine.”
“Okay, well if you want to talk, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks.” Isaac left the room, shutting the door behind him. Taylor stayed standing at the window. He watched Isaac leave. He watched the cars drive down the road, splashing water up on the sidewalk. It all seemed to drag on forever. He hated it when his mind was stuck on something; on someone. He wanted her so badly, and he knew he couldn’t have her.