It Had to be Taylor

Chapter 9

(HALEY'S POV)

I'm woken up by extremely loud meows from the cats downstairs. God, can't that woman control two hungry cats? I would sleep for another hour, but what's the point?

I throw one of my old outfits on. I don't feel like picking out a completely brand new one. I make my way downstairs, nearly tripping over Meredith, to find Taylor rummaging through the cabinets.

"Taylor?" I ask.

She looks up; her blue eyes wide open and cheeks pink. "Good morning! Uh...sorry about all the noise."

I just stare at her. "Why are they meowing?"

"They're hungry. And I can't find the goddamn-sorry...gosh darn cat food."

"I don't mind the swearing, but wasn't there plenty of food last night?" I point out.

"Of course...but every Sunday I give them Fancy Feast. It's a routine and they freak out if they don't get it."

I just stand there, watching her rummage through the cabinets. I dint know if I should help or not.

"Fuck!" She exclaims. "Look, Haley, I'm going to run up to the store. Can you stay here?"

"I suppose," I mutter. Well, I'll finally get about fifteen minutes of no Taylor.

"Cool. I'll be back," she says. She grabs her keys off the counter and hurries out the door, the cats trying to follow behind her. There's a moment of silence after she leaves, but then the cats start wailing again, pawing at the door.

Sighing, I head over to the couch and watch some morning cartoons. The little girls back at the orphanage might just be watching these same ones right now. The cats finally settle down, but they occasionally whine a bit.

Twenty five minutes pass, and Taylor finally enters with a huge bag of Fancy Feast. "You'd be surprised that you'd meet fans at the grocery store at 9 in the morning buying cat food," she states. She opens them both up and empties them in both bowls. I never noticed that they both have their faces on the bottom of them, along with their names of the front and even the faces of two different middle aged women.

"One of my friends made them for me. And I received the water bowl from a fan," she explains.

She brings some Pop Tarts over to the couch where we continue watching the show. "You sure have a lot of Pop Tarts," I mention.

She just shrugs with a smirk on her face. "Oh! The mall! I completely forgot," she exclaims when we're done. "Do you still want to go? Are you ready?"

"I guess," I say. We head downstairs and into her car in which we drive off. We get there a bit early before it opens so we get some Starbucks. By the time we finish, most of the stores are open.

"Well, Haley, where do you want to go first?" She asks. I shrug and head to the left. I already find something I like in the first store. I try it on, we both approve of it, and we get it.

For the next few stores I find a few things from, like shoes, pants, and some tops. Then we enter a store which must be one of Taylor's favorites. She grabs a ton of outfits and tries them all on, showing me a few of them. They do look good on her, except maybe one or two. I find nothing in here I like, and I wish I had something to do while she tried all those on. Finally, she gets them and we head off.

Once we've hit about every store on the first floor, and I have enough clothes for a pretty good closet, we head out to the car and drop those off.

I discover even more clothes I adore on the second floor. For one of the stores, I nearly try on half of what it sells, and I get them all as well. I couldn't say no to any of it. Taylor picks at a few other stores and she gets stuff for herself as well.