Taylor x Travis: In Every Life

miss steal your boy

Travis' POV

"Alright! Never have I ever...hooked up and gotten caught by my parents." Abigail said, and a few people around the living room groaned and reached for their drinks.

"Nice try no go." Taylor stuck her tongue out at her best friend, who rolled her eyes. I chuckled at their exchange, and Abigail smiled up at me where she was tucked into the crook of my shoulder.

Taylor had kind of been a third wheel for the last nine months I'd been dating her best friend, so I was well used to their antics. Those two were attached at the hip, two peas in a pod, a package deal. I tried to avoid Taylor though, not because I didn't like her, but because I was afraid that I did like her. I'd met the blonde a year ago when Abigail and I had still been in the talking stage, and I knew immediately I'd gone for the wrong best friend.

Abigail and I got along great, the chemistry was fine, and what we'd done in the bedroom was...fine as well. She was still a virgin and wanted to wait a while until we had sex, so we hadn't progressed much further than a little under the shirt action. But Taylor, God. I'd heard stories. She was an innocent little angel until you got to know her, and them she was a wild card. Exciting, playful, always up for a challenge, wearing her heart on her sleeve but holding a gun behind it in case anyone fucked with her. She was a very passionate person, and I'd been drawn to that since we'd met. But I'd already been involved with her best friend, and I knew girl code. They didn't lay a finger on anyone their friends were into.

"Never have I ever given someone a blow job in a church." Abigail shot back, and Taylor flipped her off before reaching for her drink. Everyone burst out laughing, so Taylor got to her feet and bowed dramatically.

"You're welcome." She threw a wink at one of the boys nearby, who must have been the recipient of said blow job. Then Taylor looked at me, blushed, and looked away as she sat back down.

Sometimes I didn't know what to think. Girl code and basic decency said Taylor was off limits, but occasionally I caught her staring at me like she wanted from me what I gave to Abigail. Every time I caught myself thinking about the blonde, I doted more on the redhead I called my girlfriend. It made me feel less like I was doing something wrong, and Abigail just thought I was an adoring boyfriend. Which I was. I did really like her, but I hadn't said the words 'I love you' even though I'd noticed she had been hinting around for them recently.

The game continued and I only reached for my drink a few times. I wasn't a virgin, but I hadn't been around as much as some of the other people in the room had. Everyone was soon decently drunk, and we got bored of never have I ever. Someone suggested spin the bottle and everyone laughed but started crowding around into a circle on the carpet.

"Come on babe, it's fine!" Abigail tugged me onto the carpet. "It's just a game, and we trust each other right?"

"Yeah, I know." I murmured. "You sure?" She shrugged like she didn't care.

"Just do a quick kiss and it doesn't mean anything." She told me, so I nodded and sat down.

"Dibs!" Selena - whose birthday it was - shouted as she grabbed an empty beer bottle and placed it in the middle of the circle. She spun it gracefully, and it soon rolled to a stop facing Blake, another one of the girls in the group. All of the boys started cheering as the two girls giggled, moving forwards to exchanged a quick peek on the lips.

"Oh come on!" Nico complained.

"Hey, you make out with one of the guys and then you can see me make out with her." Selena told him, and he shut up. "Yeah, that's what I thought." She rolled her eyes.

Blake spun it next, and we did a few rounds before Nico landed on Taylor and winked at her, beckoning. She rolled her eyes, shifting onto her hands and knees to give him the quickest kiss known to man. He grunted in disapproval but she just winked, grabbing the bottle for her turn. With a flick of her string bracelet clad wrist, Taylor sent the bottle spinning. It flew around, slowed, and stopped pointing right at me.