It's a Jungle, Baby

The Part Where All Hell Breaks Loose.

"Love, when a guy says drinks is means your going to have a bit of 'How's your father?'" Chelsea tells me the next morning when I get home. I roll my eyes.

"Can't you just say hook up?" I wonder and she shrugs.

"I'm British, I'm a little more mature than that." She says and I shake my head. "Are you going to see him again?"

"I don't know, I hope so. I tell you it was weird to see Steven passed out drunk under their kitchen table." I say and she laughs.

"You like him, don't you?" Chelsea wonders.

"Yeah, I guess so. I mean, I've never wanted to see someone so much. I didn't date a lot in high school and when I did it was never 'I want to see this person everyday' kinda thing." I admit and she smiles.

"He's also the only person you haven't tried to kill because he calls you Taylor." She reminds me.

"I like it when he says it." I admit and she smiles again.

"You really are crazy about him." Chelsea says and I sigh.

"I guess I am." I say.

Duff

"So you're telling me that you and TJ hooked up last night?" Steven asks for the tenth time just since we left the apartment.

"That's exactly what I'm telling you." I say again and he shakes his head. "Yes and if you didn't drink so much with Izzy last night and pass out under the table you would've seen her."

"So are you going to see her again?" He wonders as we walk down the sidewalk.

We're meeting up with the rest of the band to practice but that question sticks in my head. Of course I want to see her again, I want to be with her, I want Taylor. Does she want to be with me? Does she want a relationship? Taylor is the only girl that I've ever been with that made me think of having a real relationship with. The kind of relationship to watch in movies where you care about each other so much it may just kill you. That's what I want with Taylor, I hope she wants the same thing. I really hope she wants the same thing.

I walk into the bar later that night, the boys from the band want to meet her. I walk in the bar and see her. Taylor is wearing a black Def Leppard shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Her red hair falls around her shoulders beautifully, God, she's gorgeous. I walk up to the bar and she smiles her beautiful smile.

"Hey." I say.

"Hi." She replies.

I can't help myself and I lean in and kiss her. Taylor kisses me back though so I wasn't too far off. I pull back and whisper in her ear.

"Can I have you tonight?" I wonder and she pulls away from me and smiles.

"Of course you can." Taylor says quietly and I smile.

I put my hand in her hair and kiss her again gently.

"What about tomorrow night?" I wonder and she laughs.

I move the lengths of her hair to see if I had left any marks on her. Sure enough small bruises appeared on her neck. I run my thumb along them and Taylor squirms a little.

"My band wants to meet you." I say and she smiles.

"Really?" Taylor asks and I nod.

"They all want to meet the stunning bar tender." I say and she looks down embarrassed. I lift her face up so she's has to look me in the eyes. "Because that's what you are. Don't worry, they won't bite." I say and she smiles.