Nothing in Between

40

A smile was on Clyde's face as she was pulled inside of the apartment.

Clyde could still feel the ghost of Taylor's lips on her cheek, and she slowly reached up to touch it. Her body was still burning from Taylor's touch, and their intertwined fingers truly didn't allow the warm feeling to fade or disappear from Clyde's system.

Not that Clyde wanted it to. She certainly didn't. If it was somehow possible, Clyde would literally, willingly bask in that type of warmth forever. Because no matter how many times Taylor would kiss her cheek or hold her hand, Clyde would still react the same way.

The exact same way Clyde had used to ten years ago.

Clyde honestly didn't know if she should find it embarrassing. Taylor had hurt her, ruined her for any other person in existence, but Taylor's actions still made her feel like she was still that fifteen-year-old student in high school, getting into her first relationship.

She didn't mind it, though. She was happy, and that was the most important.

The suddenness of Taylor stopping her walk made Clyde snap out of the haze she was in. Clyde looked up and quickly found that they were standing by a counter with a number of nearly half-empty, opened bottles that Clyde didn't really bother counting.

And when Clyde turned away, she briefly began noticing the decoration hung on the walls and from the ceiling. Her eyes scanned whatever they could, avoiding the gazes of others as her mind attempted to filter out the noise and chatter from other guests.

"Do you want a drink?" Taylor asked, and Clyde snapped her head towards her.

"Don't give me too much," was Clyde's answer.

Taylor nodded understandingly and briefly got started on making Clyde a drink. Her gaze occasionally flickered to where Clyde stood quietly, unable to totally focus on pouring the liquid from the bottle and into the glass. She didn't spill a drop, though.

On the other hand, Clyde was panicking internally. There were literally tens of celebrities surrounding her, most of whom she recognized. She speedily leaned against the counter, shyly facing Taylor as she was too nervous to direct her eyes anywhere else.

Her gaze slowly made its way down to the camera hung from her neck, remembering that she had brought it. Clyde held it with two hands and quietly lifted it up to her eye, steadily aiming its lens at Taylor before noiselessly pressing the shutter button.

Light suddenly hit Taylor's face, and she looked at Clyde with sheer surprise. Clyde softly yelped, immediately grimacing as she rushed to move the bright flash away from Taylor's eyes. She couldn't believe that she had somehow forgotten about that.

Fortunately, Taylor seemed amused. Clyde didn't know if it was because of the panicked expression on her face, but Taylor's lips were swiftly curved into an entertained grin, one that would be quite impossible for Clyde to mistake for any other emotion.

"Is that the camera you've had since high school?"

"Yeah," Clyde breathed out, "It survived all these years."

"You have to let me use it tonight," Taylor said.

In response, Clyde nodded. She decisively reached for the strap that was loosely around her neck and unhurriedly pulled it over her head, holding the camera out. Clyde certainly couldn't remember a time where she hadn't allowed Taylor to borrow it.

They rapidly exchanged whatever was in their hands. A glass went into Clyde's hold, and Taylor smiled as she took the camera from Clyde. Taylor didn't even wait to put the strap around her own neck before snapping a picture of Clyde, laughing loudly.