Screw Happily Ever Afters!

Where am I exactly?

I woke up the next morning feeling extremely groggy. When I sat up I noticed I wasn't in the living room anymore, I was in his room. After scanning the room for Taylor, I climbed out of bed so I could get changed. Pulling clothes out of the drawers I found ripped jeans, a blue tank top, your basic undergarments for a girl, and my green converse high-tops. My eyes finally landed on a somewhat familiar eyes peeking out from under the blanket.
"Taylor! You pervert!"
"Hey I'm seventeen, we're all perverts."
He rolled on top of the blankets, in a wife-beater and boxers. I looked down in my shirt from yesterday. Wait. Where are my pants?
"Um, where are my pants?"
"You kicked them off before you went to sleep."
"I could've swore I had them on then."
"Well you obviously didn't."
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my clothes walked to one of the bathrooms. I almost was done changing when the door swung open.
"Taylor get out!"
He gave me a smile that made me go weak in the knees. Gosh how I loved it.
"We have an open door policy, Mar. Don't disobey it."
He was trying to be serious, succeeding until he laughed at the end. I shoved him out the door and closed the door with a loud bang. After I finished changing and getting ready to leave, I walked back to the living room and found him sprawled across the floor still in his boxers.
"You need to get ready."
"Let's take a day off."
"I don't have anyone to call me in sick."
"Can't you imitate your mom or something?
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"My mom's dead."
"I'm sorry. Here I'll call you in."
He grabbed the phone and called the school putting it on speaker phone then the receptionist answered on the second ring.
"Edison High School how may I help you?"
"My daughter Mar Thompson is sick and is unable to attend school today."
"Okay, I will let her teachers know!"
The line clicked and we started laughing.
"Okay now you call me in." Taylor had a mischievous glint in his eyes when he handed me the phone.
"Alright."
I dialed the schools number quickly and the line picked up on the first ring.
"Edison High School how may I help you?"
"My son Taylor Burke is unable to attend school today."
"Can you be specific on the reason?"
"He is ill."
"Okay, his teachers will be notified."
I ended the call and smiled.
"There now we can stay home and sleep." His voice drawled up from the floor. So I went over to him and sat down by his head, smoothing his hair back.
"Rawr." I said smiling at his peaceful expression. But however, this kid needed to put some clothes on. "You really should put some clothes on."
"No! Not gonna happen!"
"At least some pants."
"What you don't like seeing me in my underwear?" Taylor smoothed his boxers dramatically, what a drama queen.
I moved and sat on his stomach, leaning on my knees so I didn't have any weight on him.
"I like where this is going." he says with a smirk.
"Don't flatter yourself."
I stand up, walking upstairs to change into comfortable clothes. By comfortable I mean one of his t-shirts (hey if I'm gonna do this I'll do it right, eh?) and a pair of my own baggy shorts, proceeding to go back downstairs and laying down next to him.
"Is that my shirt?"
"Maybe."
He rolled onto his side watching me stare at the ceiling. Okay I admit it I may have been watching him too. Only because he was right there!
"You should give me that shirt, Mar."
"Hell no!"
I knew what he was trying to do, but I wasn't going to let him get in my head that easily.
"Mar!" He whined. Thankfully I hadn't forgotten to put a certain thing on, pulling the t-shirt over my head and throwing it at him.
"There you ass wipe."
He grinned that evil little grin, again. As I walked back upstairs to get a different shirt, I looked through his window into my room. There was someone inside, I leaned closer trying to see who it was, until he turned around. It was Riley, snooping through my clothes, again. What a pervert. I was just about to turn away until Riley saw me. Shit! I dropped to the floor, flat on my stomach. The coldness was overwhelming, then I remembered, I need a shirt!!! I army crawled over to a drawer and pulled on a hoodie. I wasn't even sure who's it was, but I also didn't really care. Taylor was in the doorway.
"I heard a thud. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, Riley just was in my room and I tripped. Nothing to serious."
My years of lying have been paying off. I should be proud. Why did I feel so guilty?