"Skyler, I don't want to leave. I'd like to stay but I have a job to fulfil."Taylor looked deep into my eyes as he said this, but unlike usual, his eyes did not soothe me, but they seared through me and burned me inside and out. "I'll never forget these last three days. I swear I won't. Too much has happened, but I'm glad I had the experience with you, of all the Hanson fans on the globe."his arms uncoiled themselves from around my waist and he turned to walk out of my life forever. I was more in love than I'd ever been and it was with a guy that I'd never see again. How ironic! how cruel! And after all the pain I've already been through in my life. Taylor walked out of my life that day and I was positive he'd never return.
Then one day, a glimmer of hope shone itself upon me."Sky, wake up. Mama wants to tell us all something."Sandy said, shaking me unmercifully. I got up and stumbled down to the kitchen, muttering inhumane phrases along the way. "Okay girls, is everybody here?"she questioned and looked at us all. "That looks like it."she answered her own question. "Well, I wanted to tell you girls that I found a nice place in Tulsa. I was looking forward to a different place, but Tulsa'll have to do. It's a big two-story house with five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, a dining room, and a garage. I'm gonna get you girls a pool too."she explained. My sisters and I were ecstatic. Especially me, knowing that I'd at least get to see him at Christmas and other times that he'd be home. Once a year is better than never. I ran up to my room and started writing...
Hey Taylor,
I had to tell you. There's a chance that we might get to see each other again. We're moving out of bum-fucked egypt. Well, I gotta go, they want me downstairs.
Can't wait to see you again,
Skyler
I ran downstairs and hugged my mom. She didn't understand what I was so excited about but she was happy for me, since she hadn't seen me happy in a long time. Actually I felt rather silly feeling this way about someone when I'd only seen them twice but I got over it. It felt so natural loving him. Of course he never said he loved me back. Although I never came right out and told him I loved him, maybe he thought it was just a ploy to get him to stay.
A few months passed and we were packing our stuff up to be moved. All the furniture was to be left because it couldn't be shipped and mama had already bought new furniture for the house. I was stuck up Sidney's butt the whole time she was packing. "Man Sky, why can't you go pack your stuff already?"she sounded ill, but I stayed anyway. She went into her closet and filled two suitcases with clothes, another one with shoes, and another one with hair accesories. Then she came back out and sat down on the bed, she leaned over and pulled the make-up closer and dumped everything in one bag. "Damnit Sky, get out! You have your own stuff to deal with!"she screamed this time. Just as a note, Sid's not normally like this. It's that time of the months. "Alright gheez. You don't have to get ill about it."I stormed out of her room and Sandy came out. "Hey Sky, do you have my cloggs?"she questioned, tagging along behind me as I walked into my room. "I seriously doubt it, I mean I gave them to you so why would I want to wear 'em?"I replied in an iller tone than had been meant. "Oh, well can I see if I left 'em in here?" she persisted. "Sure go ahead. You won't find anything."I was confident, an unusual emotion for me. I got my bags out and started packing, filling the bags with stuffed animals, clothes, hair stuff, books, cds, little stuff, shoes, hats, everything I wanted to take with me.
The next day, I was pulled out of my bed and dragged to the bathroom to get ready. "Okay Sky, now go in there and get ready. We've got to be on that plane in less than an hour."Sidney rushed. "Oh alright. I'm doing it."I was ill as shit. I undressed and climbed in the shower; the warm water caressing my back. I grabbed my bottle of Suave shampoo and lathered it on top of my head. "Ooh smells like strawberries."I giggled. I love strawberries more than anything else. After thoroughly washing out all the shampoo, I poured a big glop of conditioner on my hair; massaging it in.
I finished all my washing and got out, drying myself off and coming into my room to get dressed. I got out the pleated skirt and blue cropped top that I had tried on with Taylor. As I held the garments, I pulled them closer and then collapsed in the doorway, letting my breathing quicken and my tears fall, until I felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. I gathered myself just enough to make it to the bed, where I once again collapsed and sobbed into my mattress. "Why does it have to be this way? It's not fair damnit! I want to be with him, oh God bring him back to me PLEASE!"I cried, letting myself scream the last part. Sandy came in, "Sky, what's wrong?"she said in such a naive tone that I wanted to scream again. "Nothing, I'm just depressed."I replied, not even looking up. "Look Sky, I'm sorry about Taylor, but you're just gonna have to get over it. He can't have a girlfriend, so it wouldn't have worked anyway."she was trying to take my place as the voice of reason. "Look, just shut up! I feel bad enough."I barked. As she left, I started to regret having been so mean, but I gave up calling her back when she shut the door.
I got up and got dressed, walking over to look in the mirror. Only this time, Taylor standing behind me with a goofy grin on his face, waiting to tell me I looked good. I wiped the tears from my face and went downstairs. My welcome party wasn't too friendly either. "Hey everybody."I said, trying to be friendly. "Hello Sky."Sandy said unceremoniously. "I'm sorry Sandy, maybe I have problems, maybe I was upset."I cried and ran upstairs again. I calmed down when I got up there and saw my things were missing. Half of my room was gone and that reminded me of the move. I'd get to see him again. I could kiss those luscious lips, and run my hands through his hair again. I headed into the bathroom and brought my brush out of my pocketbook. I fixed my hair, pulling it up into a high pony-tail, dragging out my curling iron and curling the tail part. I curled my bangs and then threw the curling iron into the last open bag and went back into the bathroom. I applied my foundation-which I only put on my cheekbones and forehead-,eyeliner, chapstick, and lipstick. All of the last things in my room were packed and I headed back downstairs, afraid of what I would encounter this time.
