Elusive ☹ SHAYLOR MPreg

8.

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It's gotten to the point where I've learned a few things about myself. There are things that I don't want to admit and shouldn't confess.

I love Taylor Michael Caniff.

The bullying has come back to me and the only person who still gives me the respect is him and he's still around caring for me.

The only thing is, I can't come to terms of him. I don't think he loves me back. At least, this love is gone.

Ever since I've been getting hated on again he's become distant, he is here for me during the nights but away when I get picked on.

I got picked on when I wore that skirt. I guess not that many people approve. But where was Taylor? He was with his friends during that and not helping me.

I've gained a few pounds in the last month as well, and I feel like it's because I've been happy. I've been happy that I have someone who cares for me just as much. I'm just lost wondering why Taylor does.

I can't go to school today and it's because I'm afraid once again. Taylor text me wondering where I was and I don't mean to be rude but I snapped, "Why does it matter to you anyways? You don't hang out with me anymore."

He never text back and it makes me come to terms that I possibly did mess up.

Moments later there's a knock on my door. I walk down the stairs out of fear of falling. "Hello?" I call out, no answer. I look at the peephole and see Taylor?

"I'm here. Hanging out." He smiles and pulls something from behind him. Ice cream and some tissues.

"Hoping we could watch a movie and cuddle and eat sweets since you said you weren't feeling well or something?" He smirks with a smooth look.

"I said it didn't matter why I wasn't going. But I can't resist." I kiss his lips as he walks himself in with our lips locked. We never leave each other's touch as he basically pushes me backwards.

We finally make it to my room and he lets go of my hips and separates our lips. "We should do that instead of watching the movie." I tell him pulling him to my bed.

"Wow, I thought you were mad at me earlier and now all you want are my kisses?" Taylor smirks. He gets off and goes toward my DVD player.

The movie is inserted, and when we get comfortable he says, "I think I left the ice cream down stairs." I push him off the bed and make him get it.

When he left, I felt a weird grumble in my stomach. It was almost an instinct for me to run to the restroom, when I did I felt all the nothingness come from my stomach and out my throat.

"Shawn?" Taylor calls. I gag and he coma racing into the restroom. "Aw, you are sick." He coos and rubs my back.

I wipe my mouth and try to use the counter as a grip go stand up but Taylor willingly carries me back to the bed. "Why didn't you say anything?" He asks me with concern, but almost cold hearted.

"Taylor. It's not like I knew I was going to throw up. I didn't even feel sick earlier!" I yell at him but I didn't mean it, it just slipped.

"Then why didn't you want to go to school earlier? When you don't tell me things, well if kind of hurts alright." He walks away doe me and does down stairs. I listen to the door shut but it doesn't.

So Taylor gets upset at me and just storms of downstairs? At least leave the house. Or like, I mean I don't get it he wanted to help me anyways but now he just leaves.

There's a slight creak I hear by the stairs and a shadow appears wide in my doorway. "Taylor." I say quietly. "Thought you left."

He stares at me with a dumbfounded look. "You're an idiot to think that I'd leave you alone when you're sick. Never." Instead, Taylor has a cup in his hand. It looks frosty from the looks of it.

"Here. It's 7-Up, it can cure the stomach ache your feeling. You know, bring in come acid bubbles." He smiles and hands it over. "Thank you, a lot Taylor. Sorry for assumptions."

Taylor pulls the covers over me and has the ice cream in his hands once again. He scotches his body close to mine but doesn't go under the layers that I'm at.

"Right. What movie again?" Taylor calls out using the remote to switch up and down from channels. He ends up sticking with the customized car show on Spike but I take the remote and change it to the food channel.

My stomach starts to growl in reminder of the meals on the television that I can't have. "Want me to make you something? Or possibly, dunno, go out and buy it?"

I grin and let my arms wrap around his waist. My cheek rests on his cotton shirt as I look up, "Yes, please." I say with a pout to make sure I act cute enough for him to go get some food even though he said he would already.

Taylor gets up and puts his shoes on. "What do you want?" I scoot up so my back rests up on the headboard, "Second thought. I'm cold without you. Can we just order something?"

"Come downstairs with me and I can google some recipe and cook it. Attempt to cook it." Taylor goes downstairs and I'm left alone in the bedroom.

I might as well go and look for what food he's going to make. And I better like it.

Taylor pulls frozen chicken out of the freezer as he lets it thaw. He gets some frozen veggies and takes out some Asian spices and sauces. "I'm making fried rice. No complaints. It's simple."

I sit and observes what he does. The stove pan is heating up while the oil and garlic sizzle. He points at me to stand up and so I do so. His hand guides my right hand with the knife.

One his his hands is on my waist as the other is chopping green onion with his. He puts the chicken on the chopping pan. "You do this yourself. I dunno how big you like it."

I turn around and face him and place my hand on his chest and let it roam lower to his belt buckle. "You do know how big I like it." I pat his crotch and end up attempting to cut some of the chicken.

Together we throw all the rice in the pot and he gets the chicken and stirs. I bring a stool and sit next to him. "So, think you love me yet? I mean, you are cooking for me."

"I don't think." He says quietly while throwing in the colorful veggies like carrots and peas and corn. "I know."

"What do you know?" I tease him, also allowing my hand to stir with him.

"No comment because this is just your plan to let me say I love you first." He instantly places his hand on his mouth and backs away. "That doesn't count! I used it n a sentence and not toward you!"

I start to laugh endlessly as I almost tip off over the stool. "Aw, you love me."

He moves the stool away from the cooking area and back toward the island counters. "But, am I in love with you?"

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Been a while since an update bc I grew eh with this book, but I won't give up.
I'll complete it!

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