Do You...?

Chapter 3

True to her word, Taylor did go for a walk with Grant the next morning. Neither had much sleep, instead, they both lay awake, planning out what to say and how to say it. Both of their problems were that they DIDN'T know how to say it. How to tell the other how they felt. And they didn't know that the person in question was thinking the exact same thing a couple of bunks across...

At first, the morning passed quite awkwardly. Grant was up first, Al and Amos soon following him. Liz and Caitlin woke up soon after, but Grant nervously avoided their eyes, instead opting to chat to the guys this morning. Al and Amos were far from oblivious to the stares the girls were giving Grant, nor the embarrassed expression on Grant's flustered face. So, when Taylor entered, their suspicions rose.

As she entered, Taylor immediately regretted it. Locking eyes with Grant, she couldn't seem to help the heat that rose to her cheeks, tinting them pink. Awkwardly, she moved over to Liz and Caitlin, both of whom were looking desperately in between Grant and Taylor, wishing all the awkwardness away without much avail. Al and Amos, not aware of the events that occurred last night, felt slightly out of loop; they looked between Grant and Taylor, knowing something happened but could only guess at what that was.

"So...?" Caitlin asked expectantly, staring at Taylor with a hopeful yet exasperated look on her face. Taylor, however, was miles (or just a few metres) away...

"...Sorry, what did you say...?" Taylor asked, stepping back into reality, as both her and Grant broke eye contact. Caitlin and Liz chuckled softly, shaking their heads.

"You know you can't go back to being friends, right, Tay?" Liz asked her, nervous, needlessly, of Taylor's reply.

"I know," her reply was almost inaudible, but the longing and pain was evident. As was the tiredness.

"Rough night?" Caitlin asked, joking aside, worried for her best friends' relationship.

"You could say that," Taylor chuckled dryly, "Though also, I guess, quite a good one too. I got no sleep, I just kept running it through over and over in my head, and I still don't know what I'm gonna tell him. I mean, what if I say something that... what if it sounds stupid... what if he doesn't like me like that... what if...?" Taylor rambled nervously, playing with one of her curls with her fingers until she was near to pulling the hair out.

"No," Liz butted in, "No, Taylor, don't think like that. You CAN'T think like that! You know he likes you! You know as well as we do how good you two would be together! You know BETTER than we do how much you both want this yet, somehow, we still have to tell you this!"

Liz's voice was quiet but some still caught the attention of Amos, who turned to Grant with an expectant look plastered on his face.

"What exactly happened last night?" At Grant's shocked expression, he laughed, "You know, I may be an idiot sometimes, but I'm not blind. The tension since Taylor entered, the awkwardness and embarrassment since Liz and Cait came in- I'm not stupid, Grant, now tell me, what is going on between you an...?" Abruptly, distracting Amos from his interrogation and Grant from his embarrassment, Taylor stood, with an encouraging Caitlin and Liz pushing her.

"Erm, Grant, don't you think we should go for that walk now?" Taylor asked, awkwardly, and left the bus expecting Grant to follow. Which, of course, he did. Caitlin and Liz beamed with delight, hoping that the talk would go the way everyone wants. Amos shook his gaze from the now closed door to the bus and turned on the girls.

"Now, what the hell are we missing here?"

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