false god

chapter 12

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When Gigi had said 'oh, Taylor, we never hang out anymore' in a dramatic tone, as though Taylor was going off to war, she had frowned.

"Well, of course, we do, Gigi," Taylor said, "We're hanging out right now," She said, motioning to the smoothie bar where they were taking a quick lunch break, "And we're set to hang out tomorrow to find Zayn a Valentine's Day Gift from you."

The upcoming cutesy pink holiday had been on Taylor's mind of late, unsurprisingly. Did she get Travis something? Did they even acknowledge it? Would he find it weird if she got him something low-key, like a two-liter of his favorite soda?

"I mean we haven't actually studied together or been to each other's houses in forever," Gigi said.

Taylor blinked; that was actually true. The last time she'd been to Gigi's was perhaps the Halloween Party, and the last time she'd been to Taylor's apartment was even longer. They saw each other, of course, but maybe there was a difference. Was she growing apart from Gigi because of Travis? And she didn't want this thing with Travis to change everything, and she loved Gigi despite her boisterous personality...

So what more could Taylor say than, "Well, then let's have a study session tonight?"

"Oh, fantastic! It will have to be at yours of course," Gigi said and Taylor choked on her straw.

"Why?"

"I'm getting new carpets put into mine. I have to vacate the premises for a week." She said.

"Erm," Taylor was never going to turn away someone in need, "I mean, my bed or the futon is..." She winced, thinking she might need to deep clean that futon before tomorrow.

"I have a place to stay, Zayn's," Gigi said smoothly, "But you can really only take so much testosterone before you need a break."

"Right. Sure. Well, we'll study and have a good time, then." Taylor said, feeling much more relaxed about everything, "You also could have just...said something."

"I don't like intruding," Gigi said, frowning, "It's not proper."

"I'm your best friend. Screw propriety."

"I hope maybe I can convince you to screw other things," Gigi said, nudging her meaningfully.

"G."

"Have you called that boy yet?"

Taylor pursed her lips. In reality, the phone number was torn into little shreds at the bottom of her wastepaper basket.

"We just didn't really click over text." She lied.

"Oh. Well," Gigi said, only momentarily upset, "I'm sure I'll find you someone else."

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When Taylor arrived back in the apartment, before Gigi was set to arrive, she noticed that Travis's torn and patched shoulder bag was sitting by the door of the apartment.

"Trav?" She called cautiously, curiously.

"Oh, hey," Travis said, coming from the bathroom and shoving his toiletries into the bag.

"You...going somewhere?"

He pulled a face, "My 'rents are trying to patch things up. Going on a weekend get-away. Guess who has two thumbs and has to come home to hang out with Jason? This guy," He said, pointing back at himself with an expression of utmost disinterest.