Ok so I was trying to see if I could write any more oneshots. I couldn't come up with any ideas and I didn't want to do anything too big like another story, since I have enough of those at the moment. But then I was looking over my HSM All Access book that my friend got me for my birthday and I saw the schedule for Lava Springs on one of the pages. And bam, you know I had a brainstorm. So one chapter for each day of the week, that should make 7 altogether. So sit back, relax, and enjoy A Week at Lava Springs. C=
Disclaimer: I do not own HSM, the characters, or the All Access book…but I sure love all the pop-outs!
"And you'll be needing this." Mr. Fulton said as he threw yet another set of golf clubs in the already heavy golf bag. "You know what, maybe you should take some extra golf balls, too." He added, giving the young caddy a full box of golf balls which had yet to be opened. Then, as if that weren't enough, he then placed some little sunhats onto the pile. "Let's not forget hats for the little ones. It's supposed to be a scorcher today. And these. And these. You know what, a couple more of these as well." Say hello to binoculars, running shoes, and extra small golf clubs for more kids.
"And that should be everything." Mr. Fulton said as he smiled. He clapped his hands together and turned to the young caddies beside him. "So, out on the green boys. It's Family Golf Day and you're going to have a lot of work to do."
Troy Bolton smiled and nodded at his boss. He was taking quite a liking to working at the Lava Springs country club. Plus, it didn't hurt that Mr. Fulton seemed to take a natural liking to him, even after the whole deal with Sharpay Evans and the talent show.
"No problem, sir. We'll get right on it." Troy promised. Then he turned to look over at his best friend Chad Danforth, who was struggling to hold everything that Mr. Fulton had handed to him. "You good with all that stuff man?"
Chad let out a heavy breath, but then shook his head. "You kidding?" he asked, even though his voice and shaky knees clearly spelled out struggle. "This is nothing."
Troy rolled his eyes. He and Chad were both dressed in the typical white clothing for caddies, along with their name tags, of course. But even without their name tags it was easy to tell them apart – mainly because of Chad's curly hair. Most people who had wanted his help since day one have asked for "Afroboy" or "Afroman" depending on the customer. The two made their way onto the green, where numerous people have been gathering. Adults, kids, even grandparents were all scattered around and preparing for the day's event. Good thing all the employees already ate lunch, or were in the process of doing so right now. It was going to be a long day.
"You look like you're having trouble with that stuff, Chad." Troy noticed as they walked up the hilltop to enter the first part of the golf course.
"You kidding? Nah, not me." Chad shook his head. "Piece of cake."
Troy stopped to look behind him. Chad was moving quite slowly. And if he wasn't as strong as he was, surely everything would have tumbled to the ground from the minute Fulton started piling it on top of him.
"Hey it's not my fault Fulton likes me best." Troy said modestly.
"Yeah dude, we all know you're Fulton's favorite." Chad sighed. "Look can we just keep moving?"
"Alright man, alright." Troy replied. "Just be glad we're on with the same family. If it wasn't so big we wouldn't be able to talk while we worked."
"Tell me about it. We'd be with completely different families." Chad said. "Who thought of this Family Golf day anyway?"
"Beats me. But remember, we're professionals." Troy held up a finger.
Chad laughed. "Rich man. Real rich."
As the boys made their way to their designated hole and family, they passed by another friend and co-worker of theirs. Taylor McKessie, to be exact.
"Hey Taylor." Troy greeted with a wave as he walked by.
Taylor looked up from her clipboard. "Hey Troy." She replied with a polite smile. Her smile only warmed when she saw Chad. "Hey Chad."
A goofy smile appeared on Chad's face as he turned to Taylor. He eyed her holding her clipboard and pen with her professional-like multicolored dress on…he couldn't even form words in his mind half the time he was around her. They were on again off again, currently as far as the past couple of weeks were considered on again, but that didn't always make it easier on Chad. He eyed her as he tilted his head from behind his giant pile.
"Hey Taylor." He tried waving to her, but as soon as his hand was taken away from his pile, the tumbled down out of his grasp and down the hill. Chad lost his balance and rolled down the grassy area along with them. Chad ended up at the bottom seconds later, with his big bag of golf clubs somehow falling on top of him and pinning him to the ground. A groan escaped his mouth as it landed on him and he could already hear laughs or comments from the families. He had seen that coming. Troy couldn't help but laugh at his friend either. In his opinion, it was on the verge of comic genius. And hey, Chad always was the funny one. Taylor had gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. That was some fall Chad had taken. With him having trouble getting the golf bag off of him, she walked down the hill to help him.
"Are you ok?" she asked, putting down her clipboard and trying to grab the strap on the bag.
"Yeah. I've had worse falls than this." He replied, not too disappointed about his fall anymore. "You can laugh if you want to."
"No. I couldn't possibly." She shook her head.
"Sure you could." Chad shrugged. "It was pretty hilarious."
"Well, it kind of was." She admitted, pulling the bag off of him. "Why were you carrying so much anyway?"
"Eh, Fulton's idea." Chad replied sitting up. "It's not that bad or anything."
"You're not hurt are you?" she asked.
"No, not at all." Chad shook his head. Wait a minute…what was he saying? This was a perfect opportunity. He wasn't letting it get away. "I mean…" He started moaning and grabbing his wrist. "I'm hurt. I'm hurt bad. The pain is unbearable!"
Troy watched from where he was and tried to hold in a fit of laughter. Oh yeah, real smooth Chad.
Taylor smiled and shook her head. She could see from a mile away that he was faking, but no one would want to hear him moan and complain all day. "Here, does this make it any better?" she asked, planting a peck on his wrist.
"Yes." Chad nodded. He was loving how this was turning out. Maybe he could try and get a step further. "I think I hurt my lips, too." He puckered them up, hoping it would turn out the way he wanted to.
Taylor just giggled and put a finger on them. "Nice try Chad. Tell me that again when you fall on your face." She was about to get up when she remembered something. "And if you say how you butt is hurting from this too, don't go there."
Chad nodded and tried speaking with his puckered lips against Taylor's finger. "Msage cved." He replied, trying to say 'message received'.
She giggled once more and took her finger away from his mouth. She then moved a little on the grass to help him collect all of the fallen items. Chad followed her lead and started gathering everything bad together.
"So what are you doing today?" he asked.
"Mainly being in charge of Family Golf Day." She answered. "The list of caddies and golf pros is already finalized and the pros are scheduled to arrive in a half hour. I need to double check everyone's reservations and continue assigning them to their designated areas. Some will be starting at the first hole here and others will start at hole ten, and because we have such a large group everyone will only be able to get through nine holes. We have the more experienced families on the latter ones. And then I have to contact Mr. Fulton so at the dinner afterward he can hand out award certificates for all of the participants."
Chad whistled. "Sounds like you've got your work cut out for you."
"This is what I signed up for when I agreed to be in charge of all events. For the most part, anyway." She shrugged her shoulders. "Everything has to be approved and finalized by Mr. Fulton."
"Do you have to breathe with his permission, too?" Chad raised an eyebrow.
"Thankfully, no." she shook her head. "He's not that strict."
"But is he worse than Darbus?" Chad pointed out.
Taylor thought about it for a minute. It was a challenging question to answer. "The summer's only half way over. There's still time to decide."
"True." He nodded. "Well, maybe we'll see each other on the golf course. You know, with me caddying and you supervising."
Taylor looked at him and smiled. "I look forward to it."
Chad smiled back and started putting everything back together in the pile.
"You know, this is really great actually." She said as she got the last of the objects together. "I'm glad that Troy's going to be here."
"You are?" Chad asked, confusion in his eyes.
"Yeah." She nodded. "I was a little afraid he wasn't going to show up today or Mr. Fulton would have him in the kitchen instead. It's good to have him around. Troy's actually great at the job."
"Is he now?" Chad replied, trying to figure out how to interpret all of her words.
"Most definitely." Taylor continued. "I never really knew that Troy was such a great guy before. It gives us more of a chance to talk and get to know each other. He's pretty fun."
"Oh…well…yeah, he is. That's, um…great." Chad replied. He had no idea how to take all of this. Taylor was praising Troy?
"Everyone please gather around! Arrive at your designated areas. The professional golfers have arrived!" they heard Mr. Fulton announce from the hilltop.
Taylor turned back to Chad. "So I'll see you out on the green then?"
"Yeah. I guess you will." Chad nodded, not sure what else to say.
Taylor smiled at him. "Great." Then she picked up her pen and clipboard and walked back up the hilltop. And as her back was turned, Chad's face fell. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. All that praising about Troy, all those compliments about him, just her mentioning his name…those were things Chad heard all the time from other girls. He never expected to hear them from Taylor. Gabriella Montez was the one who was supposed to be all over Troy. That was his girlfriend. But Taylor…she was a different story entirely. When the status quo at their school was broken, Chad was the first one Taylor warmed up to, not Troy. At least…that's what Chad thought. Unless she'd been suing him to get to his best friend this whole time. And their whole relationship was a lie. That could only mean one thing.
Taylor was completely ga-ga for Troy!
-TT?—TT?—TT?—TT?—TT?-
Troy was looking over for the last of the golf balls on the course. Some of those kids had really hit them hard…and out of sight. Then again, the adults ended up doing that, too. It was pretty crazy. But what Troy didn't get was that the entire time Family Golf Day was going on, Chad didn't say anything to him. As soon as he was done talking to Taylor, it was the silent treatment. Even when Troy teased him about it, Chad wouldn't fight back. That wasn't like him at all. They couldn't have been off again already…could they?
"Hey Troy?"
The blue-eyed boy picked his head up to see Taylor walking over to him. "Oh hey Taylor. What's up?" he replied.
"Have you talked to Chad at all today?" she asked, stopping in front of him. "I've tried calling his cell phone and texting him but he never responded. Is he helping you clean up out here?"
"I don't know." He shook his head. "I haven't talked to Chad all day. He gave me the silent treatment."
Taylor quirked an eyebrow. "What?"
"Yeah. After he talked to you, he didn't say two words to me." Troy replied.
"But he was just fine when I talked to him." Taylor said.
"So you guys didn't fight or anything?" he asked.
Taylor put a hand on her hip and looked at him doubtfully. "Troy, you know very well that if Chad and I were fighting people in New Zealand would be complaining about it."
Troy tilted his head. "They the ones on the opposite time zone as us?"
Taylor hit her forehead. Surely all guys couldn't be this clueless. "Our summer is their winter. Our right is their left. Does that answer your question?"
"Not really." He replied.
"Then never mind." Taylor shook her head. "So you have no idea what was wrong with Chad?"
"No." Troy answered. "The most I heard from him was muttering some stuff when he had to find golf balls or something."
"Is there any chance you could find out what's wrong with him?" Taylor asked. "I have to start getting everyone seated for the dinner right now, so I can't do anything. And he always listens to you."
"Except for that one time I told him Sharpay was in love with him and he ran in the direction of Ryan instead." Troy muttered.
"What was that?" she asked suspiciously.
"Nothing." He replied quickly. "So uh…I'll send you a text when I find something out. We'll meet back over here."
"Ok. Thanks a lot Troy." Taylor said. She turned on her heel and went back to the country club so she could get everything together.
Troy raised an eyebrow and scratched his head as she left. There was just one thing he couldn't get out of his head. "New Zealand thinks left is right?"
-CT?—CT?—CT?—CT?—CT?-
Chad sighed with relief as he threw the last of the load into the storage room. Golf balls, golf clubs, the whole enchilada. No more gigantic piles for the rest of the day. It was bad enough carrying them right after lunch and then dropping everything. Not to mention how he had to chase golf balls all day and ended up getting hit in numerous places courtesy of those players with natural bad aim. But having to carry everything back to the country club and into the storage room made it even worse. He disliked it very much. And what he disliked even more than that was his girlfriend on the verge of flirting with his best friend. Chad had never felt more hurt or used than he did today.
"Hey Chad."
And speak of the devil, there was Troy now. Chad rolled his eyes as he saw the guy come into the room with his way lighter load and drop everything down gently. This was just what he needed - a reminder of who he was losing his girl to.
"What do you want?" he muttered.
Troy walked over to Chad and leaned up against the desk near the curly-haired boy. "I wanna know what your problem is. Ever since you talked to Taylor you've been giving me the silent treatment. Tuning me out of your life. I wanna know why."
"Oh, like you don't know." he replied sarcastically.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Troy asked with a quirked eyebrow.
Chad sent a glare in Troy's direction. "You know what, I should've known you were gonna do this. Every time we were after the same girl they'd always choose you over me cause they thought you were better. Why's this time any different?"
"Whoa, rewind there a second man. Last time I checked we both have girlfriends. Not the same girl." Troy replied, holding his hands up.
"Except you're overlooking one detail. It's not me my girlfriend wants to date. She wants you." Chad snapped.
"What?" Troy laughed. "You're joking right?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" he questioned.
Troy couldn't help but keep laughing. "Wait...so you're saying your girlfriend wants me? Taylor?" he asked in between fits of laughter. "Are we talking about the same girl? About five foot three maybe, blackish hair, dark skin, smart...?"
"No, we're talking about someone important like Jessica Simpson." Chad said sarcastically.
"Really? I see no relation between the two." Troy shook his head. "Now if you were talking about a different singer or actress that would be a different story."
"That's not what I'm talking about!" Chad insisted.
"Cause you know, I think she kind of looks like a different actress." Troy continued. "What's her name...? Somewhere in her twenty's, from South Carolina, performed on Dancing with the Stars...."
"Shut up!" Chad insisted. "You always do this to me Troy. You always take everything from me. I had a shot at being captain, but because your dad's the coach and you did such a good job last year, you get the job instead of me. I almost got the last of the New York Deli at lunch and you had to ask if you could cut me in the line just because you had to make up a test as soon as you finished eating. And now the one girl who I thought liked me for me and not cause I'm friends with you or anything wants you over me. You're so great you should have two girlfriends!"
"Chad that's not what I mean-" Troy started.
"I know exactly what you mean." Chad interrupted.
"Dude if ti weren't for me none of you would even be working here!" he gasped.
"That has to do with nothing. You wanted the summer of your life, well guess what, you're taking that away from me, too." Chad said coldly.
Troy shook his head at the guy who he thought was his brother. "You know what? You can just put all of this equipment away yourself." He pushed himself away from the desk and walked towards the door.
"Why? So then you can take all the credit and make Fulton love you, too?" Chad demanded.
Troy wasn't going to hear any more of that. Instead of making a counter attack, he stormed out the door and slammed it behind him.
-???—???—???—???—???-
"Hey Troy, I'm glad I caught you."
Troy turned his head as he saw Taylor walking over to him. After the more than minor squabble with Chad, Troy had finished what he was supposed to do and then clocked out. It was nearly dark outside and he was sitting on a bench outside the country club waiting for one of his parents to pick him up. He'd drive himself home if he could, but he didn't have his own car yet...not since his father had to start working on fixing the beat up old truck that was supposed to be Troy's. Again.
"What's up?" Troy asked, trying not to sound exasperated.
"I wanted to talk to you about Chad. Did he say anything?" Taylor inquired as she took a seat next to him.
"Oh he said a lot." Troy nodded.
"Such as?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Apparently I'm a backstabber now." Troy answered.
"What?" she asked. "Chad really said that?"
"Among other things. I'm surprised he hasn't called me a quack yet."
"Come again?"
"Oh, you know. When a cartoon character is about to say some really bad or hurtful word and you hear a duck quacking instead."
"Right..."
Now Troy was getting off the subject. There was no way that what Chad said could be true. Why on Earth would Taylor like him? There were no signs of flirting or anything? Or maybe it was all some trick instead. What if everything really happened behind closed doors? Then what, she'd lock the door and plant a kiss on him then let him go? How devious could a person get?
"Troy?"
He shook his head and looked at Taylor. So many questions were running through his mind that he had completely tuned her out. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"
She rolled her eyes slightly. "I was asking if you found out what was wrong with Chad."
"Oh I found something bugging him alright, but it doesn't make any sense to me." Troy replied.
"Any chance you could elaborate please? I should be submitting an overall schedule for tomorrow to Mr. Fulton and if I don't do that soon he'll have me stay a little later." Taylor said.
"Chad kept talking about all of the things I stole from him." he replied.
"Well, he does often feel like the second best compared to you." Taylor stated. "Every time he's great at something it turns out that you're better. Then he gets ignored and all of the praise goes to you."
"How would you know any of that?" Troy asked.
"I've been in a few situations with Gabriella. I have nothing against her, believe me. But I used to get the highest grades before she came along. So sometimes we're in friendly competition and the teachers begin praising her more than they do me because they're that impressed with her." she explained.
"Ok..." Troy said slowly, trying to figure out how to phrase this. "So if it feels like maybe once in a while Gabriella can steal something from you," which he hardly doubted Gabriella would ever do to even her arch nemesis, "what would happen if you thought she was stealing your boyfriend?"
Taylor tilted her head. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"Just think about it hypothetically." Troy replied.
"Well..." she thought about it for a minute before giving an answer, "I'd get a bit jealous. I'd feel inferior to her because someone that I really liked would just be using me to get to her and put her on such a high pedestal while I'm pushed aside."
Troy gave a nod. "That's what Chad thinks is going on right now." With a slightly confused look from Taylor, he put it bluntly. "Taylor do you like me?"
"I'd say I'd have to like you or else I'd be convincing my best friend day and night not to be dating you." she replied.
"No, I don't mean like that." he shook his head. "I mean as more than a friend?"
"What?" she laughed. "Where would you get an idea like that?"
"That's what Chad thinks." Troy replied. "He thought you were using him to get to me and that I'm stealing you from him."
"That's ridiculous. Why would I ever want to date you?" Taylor continued laughing at the idea.
Troy blinked. "Um hello, I'm sitting right here."
"Sorry Troy, I didn't mean it like that." she said. "I mean, I can point out numerous decent qualities about you and I could pinpoint most of your flaws. I see why Gabriella is crazy about you, but that's not me. I'm perfectly happy with Chad."
"Well you should probably go tell him that." Troy said. "Come on, we're totally wrong for each other."
"Oh yeah, totally. I'm not much of a blue eyed fan." Taylor shook her head.
Troy scoffed and played along. "Oh yeah, well I don't like stubborn girls either."
"And you daydream too much." Taylor pointed out.
Troy turned his head to her. "Boss woman."
Taylor responded in the same way. "Lunkhead basketball player."
"Perfectionist."
"You're one, too."
"I know you are but what am I?"
"Oh I'll tell you what you are."
"Ok then tell me."
By now their faces were awfully close. They both just quirked their eyebrows and stared at each other. It was all heating up into something. This had never happened between them before. Surely there was a logical explanation - both of them had to know that. But any quarrels the two could have had in the past were never like this. It was so...different. There was some excitement to it. Some suspense. like there was something just waiting to happen. And before either of them knew it, something did happen. Slowly and briefly, but surely enough, their lips locked. It only occurred for perhaps a second at most, but it happened. Both pulled away at an instant and looked away. Something about it didn't feel right. It felt...weird. And not the good kind of weird. The not right weird. It wasn't so much as a 'that wasn't supposed to happen' thing, but more of a spur of the moment. And from their reactions, one thing was certain: neither of them liked it.
"I...I think I'll go find Chad now. See if he's still around." Taylor finally said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah, yeah." Troy nodded quickly. "I'll...call Gabriella then."
"To help her wash that away?" she assumed, referring to the kiss.
"Maybe." Troy said innocently.
"You get right on that then." Taylor nodded. "See you on Wednesday."
"Why, what's tomorrow?" he asked as he pulled out his cell phone.
"I have off tomorrow." she answered.
"Possibly planning a little something with Chad?" Troy teased.
"Maybe." she replied innocently. "Later Troy."
"See ya Taylor." Troy nodded dialing Gabriella's number.
Taylor removed herself from the bench and headed back towards the country club. Hopefully Chad was still around. She need to wash that away herself.
-I give up—I give up—I give up—I give up—I give up-
Chad scowled to himself as he constantly scrubbed at the last dish. He didn't know how, but one way or another he had agreed to finish washing the dishes for his friend Jason Cross so he could leave on time. Ironically, Chad didn't mind staying late. He had some steam that he needed to blow off. He continued scrubbing at the same place on the dish over and over again. It wasn't just the stain that wouldn't come off, it was his anger that just wouldn't go away. Therefore, his current solution was to take it out on the dish. He was going into a more happy place now. the more he scrubbed at the dish the more stress that he got rid of. But it didn't last too long; moments later he heard the kitchen door open.
"I'm busy right now, go away." was his instinctive answer.
Though his eyes were not taken off the dish, Chad knew there was still someone in there. He could hear their footsteps. He was just about to drop the dish and turn around and tell them to get lost when all of a sudden someone came from right behind him. Next thing Chad knew he was pulled into a kiss. His eyes widened to see that it was Taylor who pulled him in and then let go seconds later. He stared at her wide-eyed with a gaped mouth.
"Where did that come from?" he gasped.
"That was for no reason." she replied. She folded her arms and just smiled, looking at a very confused Chad. Taylor's smile then turned into a smirk as she pushed him lightly, nearly causing him to fall backwards.
"What was that for?" Chad asked, almost losing his balance.
"That was for your crazy imagination." she scolded. "You thought I was in love with Troy?"
"Who told you that?" Chad questioned.
"Troy did. I asked him to talk to you and find out why you didn't answer your cell phone when I tried to reach you and why you were giving him the silent treatment." Taylor answered in the same tone.
"So he told you that I thought you were in love with him?" Chad replied.
"Those weren't his exact words but from the way he was talking it sure sounded like that's what was going through your mind." Taylor put her hands on her hips. "Chad where would you get such a ridiculous idea?"
"You had so many compliments about him."
"All of which were true. Let's be honest, he's much better with golf than you are but you can outrun him in track and field easily."
"And all the talking about him?"
"We were by the golf course. He's on the golf team, he's a caddy, he's an instructor here. All golf-related."
"Then what about how happy you were that he was there?"
"If he wasn't going to be a caddy I was going to ask him if he could supervise!"
Chad raised an eyebrow. He was even more confused now. "What?"
Taylor sighed heavily. She couldn't believe Chad was so clueless. "Mr. Fulton put me in charge of all of the events. But I couldn't watch all of the families on both sides of the golf course at once. I was going to ask Troy if he could help supervise the latter holes of the course. Then I saw he was going to caddy with you and I knew that he would still keep an eye on everyone else like he was supposed to and help avoid confusion. You were just going to do your job, carry heavy equipment, and talk to yourself the whole time."
Chad held up a finger to protest, but then he slowly put it down. "Ok...so you are right about that."
"And you thought I was using you to get to Troy?" she questioned. "Chad if I had any feelings for Troy don't you think I would have been envious of Gabriella or start making plans to break them up?"
"Ok you have a point about that too..." he started.
She sighed and softened her tone a little. "Chad it was never at any point in time Troy that I had anything for. I know opposites attract, but he and I are too opposite."
"So then what about us?" Chad asked.
"We have that little bit of common ground that we share." she explained. "We know what it's like to be placed in the shadows of someone, we're headstrong and stubborn, we stand up for what we believe in, and we have something that balances us on, you know that because of you I know to take it easy a little more and know that not everything has to be perfect or organized."
"Yeah.... And you do kinda keep me grounded and stop me from getting a big head." Chad admitted folding his arms.
"Do you see what I mean? And if that isn't evidence enough then I've got the proof to prove it." Taylor replied. "Troy and I had one kiss. And we felt nothing. It just wasn't there. No sudden rush, no magic, no imaginary fireworks..."
Chad couldn't help but chuckle. "Just like you to over analyze everything."
Taylor raised an eyebrow at him. "So you still think I'm into Troy?"
"I guess..." he paused to form the right words, "...I guess I misread the signals. And that as soon as you started saying all of those nice things about Troy I was put in second place next to him. That suddenly I wasn't good enough anymore. I thought I was done feeling like that and suddenly it just decided to come back and bite me in the butt."
"Yeah, you really should not have fallen on that before." Taylor giggled.
"Hey you were the one who threw me off." Chad replied.
"Oh yeah, it's my fault you can't walk in a straight line." she teased.
"I resent that." Chad said, turning around and almost tripping again.
Taylor covered her mouth and tried not to laugh.
Chad looked back at her and held up a finger. "I tripped on my shoelace." he lied.
"Of course you did." she played along as she followed him. "What are you doing?"
"Clocking out." he answered taking his employee id out.
"What about that dish you were so angry at?"
"Jason can take care of it when he comes in tomorrow. Not my problem."
"So I take it you're going to be out caddying tomorrow."
"Actually I have a day off tomorrow."
"Well isn't that a coincidence. I happen to have tomorrow off as well."
Chad smiled and turned to her. "Do you now? Well maybe we can do something then."
"Yeah. I'd really like that." Taylor smiled back at him.
"So, do you want me to see if my dad can give you a ride home?" he asked.
"I can't. I have to finalize the activities for tomorrow and give Mr. Fulton something to work with." Taylor shook her head.
"So you won't mind if I called you around breakfast tomorrow then." Chad assumed.
Taylor smiled again. "Not in the least."
"Cool." Chad replied with another smile. "Night Tay."
Then he pulled her in for a kiss, which she was more than happy to return. This was definitely what felt right. This is where they both belonged. And if it wasn't the kiss that proved it, then surely the smiles on their faces did. And now it made sense why people hated Mondays so much - it was either too boring or had too much drama.
That turned out a little longer than I thought it would. I had a few different ideas on how the scene with Taylor and Troy would go. But even though I used the idea in there that I did, I really am not a fan of that pairing. In case it's difficult to tell from my what, ten other stories or oneshots, I'm way more into the Chad and Taylor pairing. Now almost everything mentioned in this chapter, like the plans for family golf day and the fact that it is family golf day, and the jobs of Troy, Chad, and Taylor, is all from my All Access HSM , next up will be Tuesday and you'll see what Chad and Taylor do on their day off. As usual, hope you all like it.