Taylor
We sat silently on the couch as we ate. Actually, I was creepily silent. I was thinking.
Honestly, there were few things in my head on a daily basis- William, my family, and music. Those three things were already too much to think about. In fact, the first one was getting much of my time thinking. And…
“Why are you so uptight, Tay?”
“Huh?” I stared blankly at my little brother then to his box of chicken. He already finished eating his food. “Was he planning to eat me instead?" Scratch, scratch, scratch. “What again? Uptight? Who’s uptight?”
I had no idea what he meant. It must be written all over my face.
“You know what I mean, Tay. We both feel it. Don’t you dare deny it.”
He said that matter of factly as he wiped the side of his lips with tissue.
My eyes grew wide realizin
