College is boring.
Seriously, I could be traveling the world, learning new things, yet I'm stuck in rooms, studying, listening to teachers ramble on and on about a subject I'm not really interested about while thinking about what I really want. What I wanted was to be a songwriter, out there touring all around the world singing about my feelings to thousands of people but here I am, watching people yawning as Professor Chadwick teaches us about creating budgets or how to plan investments. Pretty boring to be honest, but the blame is on me for choosing to follow my dad's footsteps. Not that it was actually my decision, in a way he chose it for me since I was the one who was going to keep his company, I was the heir of the company my great grandfather founded ages ago. My brother was the one who was supposed to do that but he could care less about it so I'm the one who's stuck with it. You have no idea how I wish I could just leave this place but I made a promise to my parents and now I'd have to keep it. Run the company, get a nice husband, have a few kids and bla bla bla, like that's so much fun. It's just annoying that I had to keep a promise I made when I was seventeen. Now I'm 23 and I have to study business. All I hear is 'Taylor make sure you have good grades. Clients like that.' Or 'Taylor you should be more like your brother'. Ah yes I wish my parents knew what my brother is really like. He's a nice guy but he's always partying and sleeping with random girls. I don't really mind that he does it, he can do whatever the hell he wants, I just wish my parents knew about that so they would stop treating me like I'm the only one who makes mistakes. He's their perfect boy and I'm the slightly awkward sister who happens to be living miles away from them. That's the only good thing I guess. Living in New York with my best friend is awesome, the best thing actually.
As soon as class finishes, I pack up my things and get out of that room, walking to my apartment, only about a block away. I take in New York as I walk in the streets, the cool wind blowing against my face as I listen to music on my phone, The 1975 playing, seemingly the perfect soundtrack as I can't wait to get out of these busy streets and just walk into my cozy apartment and watch a movie with my best friend. I reach the apartment door just before the song finishes, feeling the warm familiar atmosphere wash over me as I enter my keys into the door lock and open it.
"Holy shit, dude! For the last time what did I tell you about being naked around the house? There's this thing called boxers in case you haven't heard of them." I groaned, turning around and closing the door before glaring at my very naked best friend.
"Oh c'mon, Tay, it's nothing you haven't seen before." His Scottish accent rang my years as I rolled my eyes, moving into the kitchen to get a bottle of water.
"Yeah and I'd rather erase that image from my mind thank you very much." I yelled before walking back into the living room to find him with boxers on. I would be lying if I said he wasn't attractive, he had come a long way from the awkward teenager I first met when I was sixteen but it was weird to think about him that way (even though he was in a perfect shape and he had awesome abs). He's my best friend, it's weird.
"How was class?" He questioned, changing the channel trying to find something interesting to watch.
"Boring as usual." I told him, setting my feet on the coffee table in front of me.
"Understandable. It's a good thing, we have a break soon." He smiled that
"Yeah, although I don't feel like going to my parents' house." I sighed, slumping against the couch as I thought about having to spend three weeks with my parents. "Aren't you going over to your parents?"
"Sort of. My parents want to go to Scotland." He told me. "And not just that. Okay, so they want you to come with me." He closed his eyes as my eyes widened.
"Why? I love your parents and I love spending time with them but why?" I wondered, confused. I mean I've known his parents for a really long time but they've never invited me to go to Scotland with them. They moved to Nashville when Adam was fifteen because of work but I've never been to Scotland with them ever since Adam and I became friends.
"Promise you won't be mad?" He smiled, sheepishly. What the hell has he gotten into?
"Adam, what happened?" I inquired, slowly. He took a deep breath and grabbed my hands.
"Amazing best friend, I love you, please don't kill me but I may have told my family that you and I are dating." He shut his eyes, wincing as he said it. I slapped his arm, groaning as I processed what he was saying. "Shit, Tay, that hurt!" He rubbed the stop where I hit him.
"Why the fuck would you tell them that, dude?" I sighed, shaking my head.
"You know how they are always teasing me about how I never have a girlfriend which isn't true because I've dated plenty of girls..." He rambled.
"You slept with them, that doesn't qualify as having a girlfriend and you've only done that like two times in the last three years which is odd and let's not talk about what happened with Chelsea." I cut him off, laughing, remembering the time he told me that he fell asleep on the poor girl before they ever got to do it. I remember arriving at the apartment seeing the girl leaving hurriedly, I teased him about it for weeks if not months.
"Shut up!" He rolled his eyes. "The point is that they are always teasing me about how we've lived with each other for a really long time and my sister was going on and on about how perfect we'd be together so it slipped out. I'm sorry." He explained. Everyone was always talking about how perfect we would together ever since high school, it became rather annoying when even the friends we'd made here thought the same. Actually, funny story, a good friend of mine, Karlie, thought we were married and shopping for baby clothes when I met her at a Walmart. We were in the baby section and we were seeing what fit in Adam's arm since that dude is a giant, we're weird people. We got kicked out but it was fun. "Please come with me?"
"No. You lied to your parents about our relationship. What if I mess up? Can't you just tell them the truth?" I glanced at him and he gulped. Uh oh.
"That's the thing, Taylor. I've been lying about it for more than a year."
