I wake up the next morning to the muffled sounds of Tay swearing under her breath as she rummages through her dresser. She finally finds what she was looking for, various articles of clothing, and rushes around the room, trying to change as she does her hair and makeup all at once.
I sit up in her bed, leaning on my left arms elbow and rubbing my eyes with my right hand. I groggily sigh, and yawn rather loud.
Tay snaps around and the sighs deeply, as if she forgot I was even in bed sleeping while she was rushing around.
"Holy shit Jenna I forgot you were-" and she cuts off to answer her phone, which is ringing at an obnoxiously loud volume.
"Alex hi babe.. listen can we do breakfast next week? Yeah Jenna's over, is Wednesday okay? You have band practice all week? Fuck okay Jesus don't yell at me... Fine I'll be out in 15." she finishes her call with her... *shivers* boyfriend, the one the only Alex Gaskarth, the schools hot popular boy.
Don't get me wrong, I guess Alex is okay, besides the fact that he's dating the girl I've been in love with for years.
Tay slams her phone down onto her dresser, and runs her fingers through her hair, signaling (without meaning to) for some reason that she's nervous. Maybe her and Alex are having problems.
She groans and flops onto the bed, in which I've laid back down in and hidden all but my eyes under the covers, as to avoid provoking the grumpy thing that is Tay Jardine.
She rolls over and faces me, and I just sleepily blink back at her.
"Listen... I'm really sorry but Alex is busy allllll week and I forgot we had plans but-"
"Tay it's fine, go be with your boyfriend after all you guys had plans before I had my meltdown. It's seriously okay." I reassure her, sounding more sure with my words than my mind really is.
"Alright great, Jenna you're the best thank you thank you thank you," she says as a smile widens across her face. She leans over and kisses me on the nose, the thing we've been doing platonically since we became friends.
I can see the regret flash across her deep brown eyes, as she struggles to come up with words as she remembers I outted myself last week.
"Tay... just because I happen to also like girls doesn't mean you have to adjust how you act. It's not like I'm gonna jump on ya if you kiss my nose." I laugh and smile awkwardly, and flip the covers off of myself to get out of bed.
She just nods and gets up, fixing her hair one last time in the mirror before grabbing her now ringing phone.
"Yeah ok I'll be out in a sec," she answers to who I assume to be Alex on the phone, and with that I walk out of her room and make my way to the front door.
"Jen wait up! How about we hang out later? Maybe invite a few people to my place, my parents should be out late. Sound fun? Not like, a party, just a hang out or whatever." she asks.
"I.. uhh.. yeah sure! Just text the usual, the guys, Hayley, Alex and stuff." but I pick up a weird emotion from Tay's face from me mentioning Hayley. A flash of some emotion engulfs her face for not even a second, before she turns away from me as if she doesn't want me to see her face.
I can't help but think how un-Tay-like that was as I wave goodbye and start walking down the street towards my house. What could she possibly have felt at the mentioning of Hayley? Jealousy? It couldn't be, she's with Alex. Besides, what's there to be jealous of? It's not like me and Hayley were "together" or anything. We're just friends.
My mind keeps wandering as I use the spare key under the mat to get into my house, my mom yelling a greeting that I couldn't quite make out from the kitchen. I shuffle up to my room, closing the door behind me and stripping of my clothes. Man, do I need a shower before this not-a-party-just-a-hangout gathering.
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hey guys, hope y'all are having a great summer so far & such!! kinda starting the jardougall a tiny tiny bit in this, who's excited for more bc I know I am.
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FanfictionJenna loves Tay, Tay loves boys. Tay is Jenna's best friend, but how long can Jenna keep her biggest secret of all from her? *contains triggering topics and recreational drug use