The idiocy of perfection

Second Ending

So this is the second epilogue, one of these happened to Taylor and James in my imagination, how about you decide for yourselves though.

Ending two:

"Hey Taylor!" Liz called from the bedroom.

"I'm showering!" I reply, shampooing my hair. I stole Liz's green apple shampoo this time, today was a day to move on and I'd been using coconut shampoo since 8th grade.

"I know you idiot!" Liz replied, "Tufts university, god bless it, has very thin walls and we are sharing this dorm"

I roll my eyes, "Do not bad mouth Tufts." I reply sarcastically, "But either way why the hell are we conversing?"

"Because you need to get out quickly." She replies.

I look straight ahead, I know I've been in here a while but today is SuperBowl day, and last SuperBowl I was somewhere very different.

"Why?" I reply meekly.

"We're going to a party and you're telling me wether the red dress is to formal." she replies, sounding as if this matter has perplexed her deeply.

I mentally visualize her closet, one I've become very familiar with, "With the little lace sleeves?" I ask.

"The one with the full skirt." she yells back. I'm about to respond when she sighs, "Actually both are to formal, I'll go with a skirt."

"The struggles of today's youth." I say, smirking as the mock sympathy of my voice dissolves into giggles.

"Oh shut up and get out of the goddamn shower." Liz laughs, "Formality of party wear is a world-wide, ageless problem."

I turn the water off and wrap a fuzzy, lilac tinted towel around myself as I rub another around my hair. Liz is amazing, Audrey had insisted I contact her before college and through e-mail I discovered the Kansas girl was not only extremely smart but in many ways, Audrey's twin.

Both girls loved fashion and parties so much that when me and Liz went out for coffee I brought Audrey a long. The girls hit it off so much I wondered if Audrey would go to Tufts and I would take her place at BU. Of course the proximity satisfied them both and here I was, stealing Liz's shampoo and giving her fashion advice.

I slowly put on my sweatpants and a crop top with Blink 182 written on it in big wobbly letters. I took the towel out of my hair and walked out to find Liz's half of the room covered in jerseys.

I raise an eyebrow, "What party is this?" I ask.

Her eyes widen, "SuperBowl party!"

"Oh," I mutter, looking at my feet, "I thought we'd watch that on campus."

Liz shakes her head, "We're going to Angelina's, Audrey and Simon are meeting us there."

I bite my lip, Audrey and Simon both went to BU, me and James... well we were different.

"Are you ok?" She asks, furrowing her brows, "You look sad."

I've told Liz about James but I never told her about last SuperBowl, I had agreed to something I never should've agreed to.

"Taylor?" James whispers, brushing hair out of my face.

"Yeah?" I mumble sleepily, turning my head around to face him.

"I know I'm not going to Tufts but, I, I don't want this to end."

I roll out of his grasp, getting up off the couch, "James-" I start.