One Shots

Last Chance To Tell You

Someone faintly knocked on my bedroom door frame, catching my attention. "Yeah?" I called, not even bothering to look up from the letter I had been writing. I put all the effort I could into the words on the page. I had to make her see that I loved her. She's broken me and hurt me, but I still see that shimmer in her eyes when she looks at me. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. "Do I look okay?"

"Fine as always." I nodded as I hummed along to a melody in my head. "(Y/N), you didn't even look." She laughed as she made her way towards me. "Psh, yeah I did." I smiled to myself until I felt her arms wrapped around my neck and her chin on my shoulder. "Whatcha writing?" I shot up and flipped the page over, "Nothing!"

"I wanna read it!" I shook my head. "L-later." I stuttered once more and she pouted before crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine. But once again, do I look okay?" She span around slightly and smiled at me. "Amazing as always, Jardine." She kissed my cheek and and hugged me gently. "I've gotta goooo, but I'll return soon. Either with good news or drunk." I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my desk chair, crossing my arms, "Which means I either get to deal with hyper Tay or drunk and hungover Tay." She nodded and began walking out the door before looking over her shoulder at me, "I'll be home later. I love you!"

"I love you too." I smiled, hoping she still meant it the same way I did. I sat back and finished my letter before falling asleep at my desk. Memories flooding through my mind in the form of dreams. When we met, our first date, how nervous I was to ask her to be my girlfriend, when we moved in, all the good things came back so quickly. Then the bad flooded my memory. The first time she told me she cheated, how she cried for hours, Then the second, the third, finally until I told her I couldn't continue being off and on with her. We agreed to be friends, but sadly that wasn't enough. I was in love with her, but all she did was tell me she loved me then hook up with Jordan. I woke in a cold sweat with tears flooding my vision. Sadly, no matter how much I wish some of those memories were just nightmares, I awoke to face the reality that she was no longer mine. "Hey, you okay?" Tay was kneeled next to me, her hand on my cheek while she wiped away some of the tears. I nodded and stared at her, "Just bad dreams. You have good news, because there's no way you would have that much balance while drunk." I half smiled at her. I earned a grin and her shooting up, pulling me to stand with her. "Jordan asked me to be his girlfriend finally! God, I love him." She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair, a content yet sad smile on her face. "That's.."

"That's?" She questioned. I forced a smile and stared anywhere but at her, "That's great, Taylor.."

"Lemme go get changed and I'll tell you all about it!" She pouted slightly, not expecting me to be so calm, and ran off to her room. I sat at my desk, reading the letter over again. I read it quietly to myself, letting the tears fall and wet the page.

Dear Tay,

Well, I finally got the guts to say this. I know you're off tour for at least a month and you'll be busy with writing at the studio and such, but come home to hang with me. I'll probably slip this in your backpack you take with you when you guys record and work. Anyways, back to the point. I know we've tried the whole 'us' thing so many times. I want it so badly, Tay. I would try over and over again just to have you as mine. I love you with all of my heart and soul. You're the reason for my happiness. I'll give you all my love if you just give us one more chance. I know you've hurt me and I get that. But I'm willing to try all again for you. It's a pleasure to be hurt by you, Tay. You're my everything. You make me smile when all I want to do is cry. I don't want to be 'just friends' anymore. I want to show you my love. I want to make it work this time. I'm willing to give it another shot. Please? I'm in love with you, Tay. Nothing will change that. And I'm hoping you're still in love with me. If not then we can both pretend this never happened and go back to being friends. But wouldn't it be magical to see what this could be? As sang by the amazing frontwoman of We Are The In Crowd, yes I did that, "How do I know you and me won't make it if we don't try?" So, if you want it too, let's try again.

Love,

(Y/N)

"What're you reading?" Tay asked from where she leant against the doorway. "Nothing.. Just something stupid. Bad to have hopes sometimes, yanno?" I sighed softly and crumpled up the letter, tossing it into the trash can. I missed, of course, but I'll pick it up later. "How about we go into the kitchen and talk about your new boyfriend?" She shrugged as I forced another smile. I walked past her to get to the kitchen, not noticing her pick up the crumpled letter and place it into her pocket.   

A/N

Hey! So, um, two things really quickly. If you'd like a sequel to this lemme know in the comments. Also, does the title make sense? Leave your feedback and such and I shall return.