One in A Million

Number Three Just for Me

Hey hey! New Chapter. Gimme a high five!

 

Taylor hadn't asked about the boy Zoey was with. While Zoey was over it hadn't crossed his mind to ask. It was only after she was gone that he remembered. He pulled out his phone

Got a boyfriend?

 

A few seconds later it buzzed.

Why? U offering? :P

Taylor couldn't help smiling

You wish!

U wish I wish.

 

It took Taylor a minute to get that one.

Well? Boyfriend or no boyfriend?

I might do. Jealous?

He scowled. Was he jealous? Maybe.

No.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Why? You offering?

Ha! I don't think so.

So you're not sure ;)

:P yeah I'm sure.

Who were you with at Westfield's today?

My mother and...a friend.

 

Taylor threw his phone onto the bed. The stars were still shining and he had 45 minutes before his mum got back.

This mysterious "friend" wouldn't happen to be a tall dark haired chap would he?

Stalker!!!

No merely observant.

It was a few minutes before his phone buzzed again.

Oh. Oh!! Right. Yes. You got me. That's Dean. Yes he's my boyfriend.

Why had Zoey lied the first time? Taylor sighed and decided to lie.

Sorry. Mum's home. Gtg or she'll come steal my phone

-_- liar your mum gets in at eleven.

Damn! She was observant.

Fine I'm tired. Text me tomorrow.

Maybe maybe not. Good night Taylor.

Night Zoey.

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"Taylor up! You've got soccer."

He loved his mum and all but Taylor couldn't stand the way she woke him up.

"Sure sure. I'll get up,"

She snorted. "I'll believe that when I see it."

Taylor played midfield on either wing and in rare cases, centre defence. So he rarely scored. His job was to take the ball up the wing and pass it into the middle. So it was immensely gratifying to smack the ball in off a corner.

"Alright Taylor?"

He turned around slowly.

"Well Zoey I guess that depends on why you're at my football match,"