TORN~ A tragic yet beautiful love story

Chapter 13

            Taylor’s POV:

            I stood in front of my fire place, “Just like that?” I questioned him without giving him even a glance. “Just like that.” I swallowed what content was in my mouth of the new bottle of scotch we broke out. “Think of it Taylor; It’s so simple.” I looked down, disgusted with myself, but so utterly pleased with my answer, “Alright. I’m in.” Michael smiled at me, and said, “Not yet though, we have to give it time.” I nodded and said, “Of course.” He put down his empty glass, and said, “I’ve got to run,” and turned around, walking to the door, opening it, ands turning back to say, “And Taylor?” I looked up and said, “Mmm?” he glared at me, and said, “Absolutely no telling anyone. Especially Zach. He’ll ruin everything.” I nodded once and he turned to walk out the door. I tossed the empty glass into the fire place, taking pleasure watching it shatter. I wasn’t quite sure what was going on with me, or how this was going to change who I was. I put my hands in my pockets, ego changing slowly with the thought of it, casually strolling over to my cabinet, like I did nothing wrong, and picked out another glass. If the old Taylor was still there, I’m sure he was terrified.

            Miranda’s POV:

            I stared off unsure of what to do. This was awful. First Jeremy called me late last night, waking me up, crying, yelling it was done between us, and now this?? What the hell was I going to say to him? I decided it was best I call him; he had every right to be aware of this. I went searching for my phone, and clicked recently dialed. I mean, this has been going on for a while, so I pressed his number, and it said it was connecting. I took in a deep breath, and heard a deep, sexy, familiar voice, “Hey babe.” I breathed out and said, “Michael, we need to talk.”

            Taco bell drive through window person’s POV:

Who the hell are these crazy ass people?? I couldn’t understand a word they were saying, they kept laughing. “Sir,” I kept my cool, “What do you want to eat??” I heard giggling, then smacking noises. Wtf?! Were they making out?? “Sir?” no answer, just more kissing sounds, “SIR?!” then I heard, “Fuck it, cancel our order!” from a British accent. Then mumbling, “We’ll come back around as different people so they don’t know it us…” I sighed and waited a few moments.   “Ermm, hello?” I heard a deep, obviously fake country accent. “Welcome to taco bell. How may I help you? SIR.” I was starting to get annoyed, this is the fourth time they have came around and tried silly accents because they embarrassed themselves. I heard giggling, then a girl say, “They have no idea it’s us!” then I heard muffled laughs.

“God DAMNIT SIR WHAT’LL YOU HAVE?” I heard a whistle, then, “I’ll have a better microphone person, that’s what I’ll have!” there was a small pause, then, “And like 6 beefy five layer burritos.” Said the British one. I sighed and said, “DRIVE AROUND.” Sick and tired of these clowns. They came around, and I was shocked. They were an attractive pair of people. “Thank you for our food.” The girl said with a bright smile. “No, um, problem.” Dude, even the guy gave me chills. “Sorry for the trouble.” With an apologizing grin. I nodded and the guy reached out and put his hand on the girl’s thigh, rubbing it. Damn, they’re a couple… gotta give it to them… hot couple. They took their food, and sped off after he kissed her cheek, attempting to hide it. But I saw. Only thing I have to say; Damn.

Dottie’s POV:

“Did you see his face??” I asked giggling. Sebastian nodded, looking at the road, “I thought he was gona eat us.” With a chuckle as I glanced over at her to shoot her a smile. I laughed and said, “I almost got jealous,” he looked back over with a confused look, and I said, “He was totally checking you out.” Sebastian threw his head back laughing. I smiled at him and he returned his gaze to road after smiling back at me. He sighed while keeping his smile, and I said, “What is it?” reaching for his hand, and intertwining our fingers. He closed his eyes when we reached a red light, putting his head back, his smile fading a bit. My hand was pulled up to his mouth by his own hand, and he kissed the palm. And said, “Nothing baby, I’m just thinking.” Taking a deep breath before we saw the light turn green. I squeezed his hand, “Sebastian…”