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The next morning, Taylor finished up his breakfast and was heading back
to get changed when he noticed that something was missing from his
room.
"Aunt Agnes!" Taylor shouted. "Have you seen my bathing suit?"
"I don't think so," Aunt Agnes shouted back as she climbed the stairs.
"Where did you leave it?"
"It was on the chair in my room," Taylor said as Aunt Agnes walked in.
"Was it underneath that pile of dirty clothes you had sitting on it?"
Aunt Agnes asked.
"Maybe, why?"
"While you were asleep I sent it away to be cleaned. If you didn't wake
up late and stay up till all hours of the night..."
"Dammit! Now I can't swim until the laundry comes back?" Taylor asked.
"This stinks..."
"Not necessarily... Give me a few minutes," Aunt Agnes said.
While Aunt Agnes did whatever it was she was planning to do, Taylor
returned to his video games. As he was playing, Taylor heard footsteps
as Aunt Agnes came back up the stairs.
"Taylor, I just found this, and I thought you might want an extra
bathing suit." Aunt Agnes came into the room carrying a blue speedo.
"A speedo?" Taylor asked.
"I used to do some consulting for fashion designers, so I'd get some
pieces for free. Usually I gave them away if they weren't my style, but
this one's been in the back of my closet for years. I've been cleaning
out, and I think it looks about your size." Aunt Agnes replied, handing
it to Taylor.
"It looks like half a bikini." Taylor held it in one finger, away from
him.
"It's blue, which I'm pretty sure is the fashion code for boys." Aunt
Agnes laughed. "Besides, it's popular in Europe."
"Sure it is..." Taylor sighed. "And have you seen my sunglasses?"
Taylor stepped back and stopped when he heard a cracking sound.
"I haven't seen them, but I think I just heard them," Aunt Agnes said.
Taylor's face fell as he quickly lifted his foot and saw the broken
plastic underneath his feet. He picked it up, hoping that some part of
it could be salvaged, but the hinge had snapped completely.
"As if this week couldn't get any worse..."
"Oh relax, I've got tons of sunglasses lying around. Just pick a pair
of those and I'll get you a new pair delivered next week."
"But those are women's sunglasses!"
"I didn't realize sunglasses had a gender. Besides, no one is going to
see you anyway!"
"Fine..." Taylor sighed and headed downstairs.
Aunt Agnes followed and spent a few minutes digging in a hall closet,
before retrieving a bucket filled with sunglasses of every shape and
size. She handed it to Taylor, who quickly started rifling through it.
"This one's missing a lens... these are too wide..." Taylor tested a
pair on his face. "Maybe these..."
After a few minutes, Taylor wasn't satisfied with any of the pairs he'd
found. He sighed and handed the bucket back to Aunt Agnes.
"What about this pair?" Aunt Agnes pulled out a pair of pink
transparent plastic sunglasses. "Won't this one fit?"
"Haven't you noticed the color?" Taylor asked.
"I have. It matches your nails." Aunt Agnes smirked. "Now, go! Enjoy
the pool!"
"I'm going, I'm going!" Taylor said, taking the sunglasses from Aunt
Agnes. "Thanks."
Taylor headed out to the pool with the sunglasses and a fluffy white
towel in tow. After swimming for a bit, Taylor was ready to lounge on
one of the chairs when he heard a loud motor from over the fence. He
got up and rushed over to the fence to investigate, taking a chair with
him so he could see over the tall fence, people in this compound
enjoyed their privacy. Not wanting to deal with having his towel draped
like a cape over his shoulders, he quickly wrapped it around his chest,
before hopping onto the chair.
Peeking over, he could see a moving van across the way... a bunch of
movers... and two teenagers? A boy and a girl stood near an older man
and woman, presumably their parents, as they supervised the movers.
Taylor pulled his sunglasses over his eyes and squinted to make sure he
wasn't seeing things. They looked to be about Taylor's own age, which
was great, especially because the girl was cute. Of course he couldn't
introduce himself until he got those stupid nails off, but Taylor was
stoked! Unfortunately, he watched for too long, because the boy started
to look around and spotted him. As Taylor quickly ducked back behind
the fence, the boy got his sister's attention and the two of them
approached the fence, eventually finding the door. They knocked on it.
"Hey!" the boy shouted.
"Sorry if we spooked you, we're moving in next door. We didn't realize
there were other kids our age around here!" the girl shouted.
Taylor was frozen in fear. They'd spotted him, the damage was already
done. So why didn't he open the fence and introduce himself? Taylor
steeled himself up for the humiliation, and hoped that at least they
might still want to hang out, since swimming alone was starting to get
boring. He walked over to the fence and opened it, quickly stuffing his
hands behind his back.
"Hi," Taylor said, opening the door.
In front of him was a young man and a young woman, clearly a brother
and sister. They were dressed affluently, but not overly so, the boy
wearing board shorts and a casual short-sleeved button down, left open
to reveal the gaming t-shirt underneath. The girl was wearing a simple
sundress and strappy sandals.
"Hi! I'm Emily," the young woman said, sticking her hand out. "And this
is my younger brother, Logan."
"Twin brother," the young man, Logan, said. "I'm only two minutes
younger."
Taylor instinctively outstretched his own hand and silently cursed as
Emily grabbed it to shake it.
"Cute nails!" Emily exclaimed as she released his hand. "I love the
color."
"Yeah..." Taylor put it back into his pocket. "They're not usually like
that, my aunt's idea of a joke..."
"Oh, your aunt? So you're just visiting?" Logan seemed crestfallen.
"For the summer, yeah," Taylor said. "Say, that's a Doom Gods t-shirt,
right?"
Logan looked down at his shirt and nodded excitedly.
"Yeah, do you play?" Logan asked.
"Every day! We should totally do co-op!" Taylor replied.
This was great! Not only were they ignoring the nails, but they didn't
seem to care! And they seemed really nice.
After a short conversation about gaming, respective high school
experiences and their plans for the summer, Emily and Logan's parents
called them back to help with unpacking. But not before Taylor
exchanged phone numbers with the siblings.
"We'll talk later, though," Emily said.
"And game," Logan said.
"Definitely." Taylor smiled.
"I'm so happy that there's at least one other teenager besides us
around," Logan said.
"I know how you feel, it was starting to get really boring swimming
alone." Taylor said.
"Emily! Logan! Get your butts in here and pick your bedrooms so we can
tell the movers where to put your stuff! If you're not up here in one
minute, you'll be carrying them up the stairs!" Emily and Logan's
mother shouted.
"Seeya!" Emily waved as her and Logan rushed back to their house.
Taylor happily returned to the house, passing by Aunt Agnes as she sat
in a chair in the living room, reading.
"What was all that noise I heard outside?" Aunt Agnes asked.
"New neighbors. And they're kids are my age!" Taylor replied.
"Isn't that fortunate for you? I take it your hands weren't as much of
a detriment as you thought they'd be?" Aunt Agnes said.
"They didn't say anything, so I guess not. I still don't think it was
that funny of a prank," Taylor said.
"Either way, I'm glad that you have someone your own age around, maybe
it'll inspire you to get up before noon..." Aunt Agnes chuckled.
After dinner, Taylor, who had changed out of his bathing suit and into
a t-shirt and shorts, got a text from Emily asking him to come over to
their house. Taylor slipped on a pair of flip-flops, told Aunt Agnes
where he was going and quickly headed out, knocking on the door, and
trying to keep his hands as hidden as he could. Just because Emily and
Logan were cool about it, didn't mean anyone else would be. After a few
moments, the door opened, revealing an imposing looking man, who Taylor
recognized as Emily and Logan's father.
"Yes?" Emily and Logan's father asked.
With his broad shoulders, close-cropped salt & pepper hair, and intense
stare, Taylor was slightly terrified of the man, especially given that
this was the first time he was seeing him up close.
"Uh, I live next door, my Aunt is your neighbor. I'm here to see Emily
and Logan," Taylor stammered a reply.
"Daddy, stop looking so intimidating. This is Taylor, the one I was
telling you about." Emily, who was now wearing a camisole and capris,
pushed past her father. "Taylor! I wanna show you my room!"
Emily quickly grabbed Taylor's arm and pulled him into the house.
"We'll be up in my room," Emily said to her father as she led Taylor up
the stairs. "Sorry about him, he was in the military, so he kinda
always looks like that."
"Right... Where's Logan?" Taylor asked.
"He's helping my mom set up her computer in the basement, he'll be up
soon." Emily replied.
Eventually, at the end of the hallway, Emily opened a door and led
Taylor into the room.
"What do you think?" Emily asked.
Taylor looked around, there were still a few unpacked boxes lying
around, but the room had mostly been unpacked. Emily had a vanity in
one corner, her four-post canopy bed in another, various posters on the
wall of boy bands, and an overstuffed closet. Emily was definitely a
girly girl, despite growing up with a brother.
"Pretty nice," Taylor replied, though he didn't have much experience
critiquing teenage girls' bedrooms.
"You can take a seat on the bed and... oh, shoot." Emily sighed as she
looked at her shirt. "There's a stain on this. Hold on one second."
Emily quickly pulled her shirt off, much to Taylor's surprise, who
immediately turned around as soon as he saw the bottom of the cups of
her bra.
"Do you want me to wait outside?" Taylor asked, facing the door.
"Why would I?" Emily asked, pulling a t-shirt over her body. "It's just
us girls in here."
Taylor froze. What had Emily just said?
"Huh?" Taylor asked.
Did she just say that it was just them girls?! Did she think that he
was...? Did Logan think that too? Was it because of the nails? Or was
it the hair? Sure, puberty hadn't been overly gracious, and Taylor was
incapable of growing anything more than peach fuzz on his face, but how
could they think he was a girl? Before he could stammer a response,
"I'm so happy that there's another girl around here, with Logan as the
only person to hang out with, I thought my summer was going to be like
living in testosterone city," Emily said. "Plus, he's no fun on
shopping trips."
"Right... shopping trips..." Taylor's brain was still working through
the previous part of the conversation.
"Are you okay, Taylor?" Emily asked, snapping Taylor out of his
reverie.
"Uh, yeah... I..." Taylor reached into his pocket for his cell phone
and looked at the clock. "Oh, my aunt needs me back at the house. I've
got to go!"
Taylor didn't wait for a response before rushing out of the room,
nearly running into Logan, who was approaching, carrying a box of
games.
"Oh hey, Taylor! I wanted to show you my collection!" Logan said.
"Maybe another time!" Taylor shouted as he made a break for the stairs,
and didn't stop running until he was back in Aunt Agnes' mansion with
the door slammed.
Aunt Agnes heard the slam of the door and came into the foyer to
investigate. Taylor was quickly catching his breath and panting as he
leaned on the door.
"Taylor! What's the rush? I thought you were over at the neighbors',
how are they anyway? Nice?" Aunt Agnes asked.
"I've got a big problem," Taylor wheezed.
To Be Continued
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