Maroon {Kaylor}

Delicate

And like that, we had lunch. Talks over work, telling her how scared but excited I was. I happened to be comparing my relationship with Sel, to the one I have with Karlie.

The first one got me feeling safe, and happy. But with this tall sunshiny giraffe, everything felt domestic, as if it was meant to be this way. I could open up about my worst fears with both, and Selena would be there, but the blonde would just make everything better. At the end of the day, she warmed my heart. I knew it was different.

Friendship, different.

I craved for her hugs, too. They were life saving. And that super magic smile again, reassuring me everything was gonna be alright.

-Nothing bad is going to happen, Tay. You're an amazing artist. People are not gonna do anything else than love you even more. It's kind of easy, you know? To love you. You're capable of putting thoughts into beautiful writings, I bet you could even write a best-selling book. It doesn't really matter what you put out there, because you're doing what the heart wants.

Now we were talking over an episode of Gossip Girls. I made some popcorn earlier, she wanted salty ones so I separated the batch in half, seasoned hers and put some sugar on mine instead. Our bowls were half empty at this point. We weren't really listening to the show, I put my bowl aside on the couch, grabbed the remote that was in front of us, on the table, and got back on the couch. I don't know what she was expecting me to do next, but I felt like having a proper conversation, so I paused it.

-What's wrong with that? -She raised an eyebrow. I swear, these models, they turn every word into a physical experience. You know what they're going to say even before they do it. -What? -Took to long to think, Taylor.

She was holding her bowl with both of her hands like a little kid, and she turned her whole body to face me, putting her feet up on the length of the couch.

-Sorry. -I smiled with my eyes, too. Grabbed some more food. -Just felt like having a proper conversation. I mean, we weren't really watching anyways.

-True. -Now she smiled back, and her foot started playing with my thigh, since we were close, but not that much. This was kind of her way of showing me physical contact, to get me to keep talking and letting me know she cares. I patted my thigh letting her know it was okay if she wanted to put her legs on me, to be closer. She smiled again, and I pulled myself a little closer as she did what I told her.

She had this cute short bear socks, they were grey with little bears all over the place, and was wearing a long grey shirt too, no patters or anything, just plain. You couldn't see her shorts, so the shirt was the perfect length, falling like a dress, and the shorts were perfectly hiding. Her hair was in a messy bun now, her characteristic look. She wasn't trying at all, but I guess this is it with models, they're ready for candids. But, she enjoyed feeling comfortable on her skin more than anything, she never felt like over-dressing or over-doing her makeup, because she had enough of that on her work. I enjoyed the four walls that surrounded us too, feeling like having a clean face, but I opted for wearing a dark green tank top, with jean shorts.

I started talking again.

-It looks like I got caught up in all that complimenting and didn't even bother to thank you.
I'm sorry. You would think our worlds are so different but they are really not. I put thoughts into writing and you do it physically. I think we are both bringing a little magic into this sad world. What do you think? -I touched her leg, to prove my point, and squeezed one time before letting go.

-Yeah, never thought about it. I guess sometimes I'm so into doing what I'm told that I forget to enjoy the part where I'm giving everything I have, trusting, hoping for the best results to come. I think we could say that in every aspect of my life. -She grabbed some popcorn, again. -Mhm. Seriously, these are so good. You have to let me know what you put in them because they're addictive. -She pointed at me with her finger. And just kept eating.