Taylor's POV...
I widen my eyes out of shock as my heart suddenly skipped a beat. I almost drop my jaws. I swear for a second I thought I misheard what he just said, nevertheless I was afraid to believe what is not.
"What?" I ask him, hoping what I heard just now was really a mistake. In fact, I really wanted it to be a mistake.
"I like you, Taylor Steward," Tim repeats.
"You heard it, don't misheard it," he adds, before taking another sip of his tea.
At this point, my jaws literally dropped upon hearing his sudden confession. Seriously? This is way too much to handle. Damn, it's even hard to believe whether what he said was true. Tim Anderson, the annoying player who behaves like a twerp from time to time, couldn't possibly say in a calm manner that he actually likes me.
"Damn it. Don't be silly, Tim," I say, trying to forget about whatever he just said.
"Who told you I was being silly?" he asks in a slightly higher tone.
"Taylor, I am serious," he states.
"Geez, now is not the time for love talk! Joey's drunk, and you need to stop being silly," I say in a serious tone.
Hearing this, Tim's facial expression soon changes. He wasn't smiling before, but now he looked more deeper, like his heart has a sentimental feeling. What the hell? This is the first time I'm actually seeing him in new way. Almost like he's a different person.
"It's always been Joey," Tim states, his face looked upset.
I raise my right eyebrow at him. Can this guy actually get more weird? He knew well that Joey and I are childhood best friends. Even if it's all about him, it's sensible enough since we are childhood best friends.
"Joey and I are friends, Tim. It's sensible enough," I state.
"And aren't we also friends?" he asks with a deep tone, not like his usual cheesy self.
His question sealed my lips shut. For a moment I thought, I realized that even I don't know a way to describe my relationship with Tim. Some days we're on good terms, other days we're just enemies. I didn't imagine him to ask me such question.
I sigh, "We are all friends, Anderson."
"But why does it always have to be about Joey?" Tim asks. "Even when I bought a new car, neither you or Eli even bothered join me for a ride."
"Damn it, you literally tried to kidnap us," I say in an agressive tone.
"Did you thought I would actually kidnap you and your sister? I'm a grown man with a brain, Taylor. I'm not the low bastard who kidnap women," Tim states in stern yet high tone. From his eyes, I could see his emotions are starting to get to him, which made me felt a bit nervous.
"You never even bother to give me a chance to show my good side. Both you and Eli had always been busy with Joey, while you continue to assume all the bad in me," Tim states.
I froze in silent. Hurt and disappointed, Tim's eyes are speaking all the sorrow in his heart. Looking at him now, my heart starts to melt at the sight of him looking sad. I feel guilty after what he said with such emotions. Damn, I never sign up for all the dramas in one night, but seems like I have to face them all tonight. All these years, I guess I really assumed Tim the worst, when in reality, he's no different than any other normal human being.
"I'm sorry, Tim. I was wrong about you," I say as I lower my head, feeling ashamed of myself for being wrong about Tim. I was too busy hating on him for what he tried to portray, I forgot to notice that deep down, he's just a boy with his own scars.
Tim sighs, yet he didn't say a single word. He chose to stay silent for a while as the moment became more awkward between us. The silence between us felt like forever.
I turn my head slowly to catch a glance of him. With a disappointed face, his eyes only stayed focus on the flat screen TV which is turned off.
"Misunderstandings are suppose to be clear and not be left misunderstood," Tim says.
"I understand," I say. The guilt still crawling in my heart. I realize that staying in this awkward moment isn't gonna make the tense eventually better.
"Excuse me, I shall go," I say, realizing that it's probably better for me to leave than to stay here with a guilty heart.
No answer was spoken as Tim continue with his silence. I wanted to sigh but knew that I couldn't blame him for the way he's feeling. With one final look of him, I walk out of the living room to reach the front door.
As I open the front door of Tim's house, I slolwy take some steps to exit the house. Without any warning, tears starts to come out from my eyes. The events of tonight made my heart feel like complete chaos. Seeing Joey looking all frustrated was bad enough, and yet Tim's heart-breaking confession just made my heart more messed up. Why in this state, I just feel like everything is wrong.
"Taylor, wait!"
I stop when I hear his voice tinkles through my ears. Under the night sky, I turn around to see Tim standing in front of his house. His face still looks upset, again tinkling the guilty feeling inside of me. I stare into his eyes with emotions. No matter how hard we try, our eyes will speak what our lips denied.
"It's late. I'll drive you home," Tim says all of sudden.
A feeling of surprise hit me. I didn't expect him to offer me a ride after the bitter conversations we had. Other than that, it only made me feel worse that he is still trying to be nice even after I disappointed for a while.
"It's ok, Tim. I'll get a cab," Taylor says.
"That will only take more time. Just hop in," Tim states in a more serious tone.
I sigh, again only feeling more guilty. Yet, I knew debating with him over this matter wouldn't do any good. Might as well I just go with it even though I feel terrible towards him.
I sigh. "Ok."
To be continue...