Wild Card

She Likes Me, She Likes Me Not

"It's so hard to find clothes that actually fit me. You're too tall." Dianna said laughing as she continued to examine Taylor's closet.

"Or maybe you're just too short. Have you considered that?" Taylor asked drily. Dianna laughed at the singer's retort, she had always love her sense of humor. The actress could feel Taylor's lingering stare on her almost naked body, but ignored it. The blue eyed girl could look all she wanted. It brought Dianna satisfaction knowing she still had an effect on Taylor.

Dianna held her chin on her hand as she observed the singer's closet. "I'll just wear one of your dresses." She said after thinking about it for a minute.

Dianna could heard Taylor's small laugh, she had suggested just that thirty minutes ago but the actress insisted on wearing jeans, she had been wearing too many dresses this week. She appreciated Taylor not saying 'I told you so.' That was another thing she loved about the singer, she never acted smug or like she was better than you.

"I don't understand why you are even paying for that hotel, you've basically been spending every night here for the last week. Just bring your luggage here and stop stealing my clothes." Dianna glanced back to the singer still in bed, she was now staring at the ceiling above, a small smile on her lips. She had been trying desperately to not develop feelings for the singer, but just then her lighthearted comment had made her heart skip a beat. And now, as she gazed at the singer laying peacefully in bed, her newly short hair slightly messy, her makeup free face glowing from the few rays of sunshine sneaking through the drapes, and the bed sheets clinging perfectly to her body, she realized she was failing miserably.

"Tomorrow is my last full day in the city, there's no point to it anymore." Dianna said in a monotone as she once more focused on the task at hand.

"Yeah, I guess." Hearing the slight disappointment in the singer's voice, brought Dianna hope that she didn't want to have. Suddenly she didn't know which would be worse, to stay in New York or to leave it. This was exactly what she didn't want.

Dianna felt as if she couldn't get out Taylor's apartment fast enough. She quickly brushed her hair and put on her shoes. "So I guess I'll see you later." She said, already making her way to the door.

Taylor quickly sat up, turning her attention back to the actress. "You're not staying for breakfast."

"No, I told Ashley I would meet with her for breakfast." Dianna said, trying to ignore the hurt tone in Taylor's voice. She likes the model, Dianna. She likes the model.

"She's back in town?" Taylor asked surprised.

"Yeah, just for the day." She silently hoped the singer wouldn't offer to come along. She had momentary forgotten Taylor also knew Ashley.

"Oh, okay. Say 'hi' to her for me."

"Will do." Dianna exited the room quickly, closing the door behind her.

She likes the model, not you. Do not get attached, do not get attached... Dianna kept repeating the same mantra in her head as she made her way out of the apartment, as if saying it enough would make it come true.

But what if she likes me too?

N/A: Just trying to make you feel conflicted here. I'll try to update soon. Also, thank you for the 20K reads and all the votes! I really appreciate it :). Xx.