The Californian sun pierced through the window and directly onto Taylor's tired face as he stirred in his sleep. Sweat coated his skin as he never bothered to take the winter covers off as the sun started to come up earlier.
Dave had told him where he had slipped up while on the phone yesterday, and although at first he didn't realise what the error was, after Dave's explanation it made full sense to him.
He felt awful about what he had said, even though there was zero way of him knowing beforehand. Dave apologised once or twice for not providing g a heads up but Taylor shrugged it off.
It had gotten to Saturday and Foo Fighters had a local gig at the Kia Forum in the evening and Taylor had been dying to ask her to come and watch them.
He sent his daily text to Emmalyn and slipped his phone into the pocket of his board shorts as he went to his kitchen.
Fixing himself a coffee, he sat down on his balcony to watch the waves. The same waves that greeted him every morning, and this sense of repetition was comforting to Taylor.
His eyelids fluttered closed after a moment or so as the sun flashed over his face, soaking up the warmth as his mug rested atop his thigh.
Buzz
With a touch of doubt, he heard the device in his pocket vibrate as his eyes shot open, praying for a certain text from a certain person.
Fishing his fingers in, he produced the cell and opened it up as he went straight to messages.
𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐧
i'm really sorry, taylor
still here if you wanna talk
The text brought a stupid grin onto his face, like when he was in tenth grade calling the girl he liked about her homework. Punching in a reply, a massive weight of the guilt in his mind had dissipated into thin air.
𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫
it's my fault x
i'm sorry emmalyn, really
It took a moment or so for her to reply as Taylor sat around, staring at their chat in anticipation.
His hairline grew sweaty once the sun had reached its point in the sky where it was like a spotlight on his place.
𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐧
don't be, you didn't know
sorry i was a jerk
can i see you today?
𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫
i actually was gonna ask you
me and the guys are playing the kia tonight
did you maybe wanna come watch?
𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐧
id like that a lot xxx
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"Disco!" Taylor hollered from inside his green room, throwing off his t-shirt as his best friend walked in. "Hawkins."
Dave wandered through the door, his blue Gibson between his hands as it desperately needed tuning. He was wearing a usual outfit of black, skinny jeans with tears at the knees, while on top he had a Motörhead tee.
"I sorta invited someone...?" Taylor muttered while throwing on a tank and spraying deodorant under his armpits.
"You're ditching Emmalyn already? Jeez T," Dave raised his eyebrows in disappointment but Taylor was quick to shut him down."
"No, no, no. I invited Emmalyn."
"Good."
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