Camila"You're leaving me?" Jack showed up behind me.
"Well, yeah. I have to live my life" I smiled.
"I'll miss you" he smiled, getting closer.
"I'll miss you too, Jack." I poked his stomach lightly, him flinching.
"Did i just hurt you?" I asked.
"No, you just poked my new tattoo." Jack assured me.
"Can I see it?" I asked him, my eyes clearly brightening.
"I dont know if Taylor..." he trailed off.
"Please" I whined.
Jack then pulled up his black t-shirt, revealing a white bandage. Jack carefully peeled off the bandage, revealing words in cursive.
Squinting I could see the words that were inked on his skin. My finger glided against his soft skin.
"It's beautiful" I admitted, "are you going to get more?"
"Yeah, I want my arms covered and some of my chest too." Jack smiled.
SIX MONTHS LATER
Taking out the new pack of sketching pencils, I placed them on my wooden office desk.
Beginning to sketch a female body, my intercom buzzed.
"Ms.Dallas, you have a visitor." My secretary Alison said.
Looking at the clock (it read 11:23pm) I sighed, "Who is it?"
"Tall, attractive, tattoos, intimidating," Her soft voice spoke.
Instantly knowing that it's Taylor I told her to send him up.
"Come in" I granted the knock at my door.
"Ms.Dallas. The CEO of Dallas Designs." Taylor joked.
"Why are you here this late?" I asked him.
"The apartment above me was throwing an annoying ass party, it was way too fucking loud." he answered simply.
Nodding, I continued to design this red gown. Taylor was sitting in the black chair in front of my desk, feet kicked up.
"Taylor, feet." I reminded.
He let out a groan of annoyance.
"How the fuck is it December already?" He asked.
"Not sure, what are you doing for Christmas?" I asked him.
"Nothing, not unless I want to go to my shit-ass fathers house."
"I'd like to meet your dad." I shrugged.
"Not happening."
"Why not?"
"Because, he's an asshole."
"A bigger one than you?" I laughed.
"Ha.Ha." he said sarcastically.
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Putting my sketch away safely, I began to pack up. Taylor left about twenty minutes ago.
After getting my stuff together, I locked up my office and went down to the parking lot.
"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"I haven't heard your voice in a while." The familiar voice said.
"Andrew? Is that you?" I smiled.
"Yes, It's me."
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"Jesus Christ Claire! Pick up the damn condom!" Julia yelled.
"It's not mine," Claire said, "Matt and I haven't fucked since last week!"
"Well it's not mine! Im six months pregnant!" Julia bickered back.
Signaling that I was home, I shut the front door behind me.
"Camila, when's the last time you fucked Taylor?" Julia asked me.
"Im still a virgin, we went over this last week." I told them.
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Little Dallas (Taylor Caniff fan fic)
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