Taylor Lautner, Really?

Taking a chance

Taylor's POV

          I said nothing as we sat there waiting. Well, she was waiting, I was stalling. "Well," She asked impatiently, "Are you going to answer me on why I saw a picture of you and Morgan having a VERY heated conversation?" I just didn't say anything as she walked away. I knew I had screwed up and I was sorry that I hurt Alex. But I was more sorry that I knew this would ruin her and Morgan's relationship. Because Alex left and I didn't feel like socializing, I just called off the lunch plans. So I just decided to grab a sandwich from Subway and then head back to my apartment. Contrary to what the saying is, however, alone time really feels like gray time, not golden time. I had lunch alone and just thought how complicated everything was.

Morgan's POV

          I quickly shuffled through my keys to find our dorm key, then unlocked the door. Just as I opened the door, though, Alex was right in front of me, screaming in my face. "I will give you 30 seconds to explain why I saw a picture of you tongue tied with my boyfriend!"

          "Okay, I know what I did was wrong, and I'm sorry, I really am. But there isn't really an explanation, you saw all that happened, and I can't make you forget what you saw. So, honestly, I'm just sorry you found out like this. I wanted to tell you. Me and Taylor made an agreement to never let anything happen again, unless you gave us the ok. Please believe that. Please." I pleaded with my life to her.

          "I'm not letting the same thing happen again, so get out." She stated plainly.

          "Wait what! Alex don't."

          "I said GET OUT! I'm done putting up with this, I've already packed your stuff, And your furniture, you can come back and get it once you find somewhere else to live. Never again, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't let you live this down. We won't be friends again and I won't feel sorry for you. Goodbye Morgan." While she was talking, she had opened the door, thrown my suitcase out, and shoved me out. Then on her last word, she slammed the door in my face. I grabbed my hastily wrapped suitcase and headed out of the building. I'm pretty sure that Taylor was coming to meet us at our apartment because as I opened the door, I slammed it right in his face. "Oh my god, Taylor I am soo sorry." But as I said that, I was pretty much laughing in his now mangled, million dollar face.

          "I'm glad you think my pain is so amusing." He said roughly, in reply to my laughing.

          "The fact that you're talking and being snotty means that you're just fine." I said without hesitation. After he got back up and noticed my suitcase, he asked me why I was leaving.

          "Alex saw the picture, and packed my things before I had even got back from my history class. She tested me and I failed miserably. So now I'm out of a living space." I said with a small shrug and a sad look on my face.

          "Come live with me," he said immediately, "I could sleep on the couch and you could have my room if you wanted. Come on, it'll get you a new place to sleep instead of the street. You can stay as long as you need to. Please Mo, let me help."

          "Fine, but only for a little while." I said. He grabbed my suitcase for me and he led me to his car. I stepped inside and got buckled. It was a short trip but by the end, I was dying. It didn't last for long though because the building Taylor was walking into was amazing! 10 stories tall, A gorgeous ivory cream colored outside with a delicately carved, granite terrace out the edge of each sliding glass door. When I walked in to the building, the oak door opened itself for me. I stepped curiously into the enormous front desk foyer. Complete with floor-to-ceiling windows, and a spread out, colorful, tile mosaic on the ground, this building was easily the most luxurious place I've ever been to. We got into the smooth, silent elevator and Taylor pressed the button with a 10 on it. Which meant we were going to the top, with the best view. "So you live right at the top?" I asked, trying to end the awkward silence go away.

          "The penthouse, actually, but yes. That is at the top." He said that to me like I was a five-year-old who didn't understand the world. So I just stood there, waiting to see what over-the-top room that he was paying for. I was thinking when the elevator door glided open, luckily, Taylor grabbed my hand and pulled me into his breathtaking room. The mid-afternoon sunlight drifted in through the windows, shining on the amazing glass coffee table, making it look like it was made of diamonds. Just as I was admiring my beautiful surroundings, a pretty blonde strode over to me, and asked Taylor who I was without looking at him. "Taylor is a friend, my roommate just kicked me out and he kindly offered to let me stay for a little while. Who are YOU?" I asked her curiously.

          "I'm Taylor's girlfriend, and I didn't agree to you staying here." She snottily said to me.

          "Well then," I said as I turned to Taylor, " either he was cheating on you, or he was cheating on my friend because he's also dating my friend Alex." She did not react well to this comment. She asked Taylor about my statement. Confirming what I just said, he just stood there as she walked out of the apartment. Once she was gone I just simply asked why he was dating her, not caring how it would hurt Alex. He told me it was mostly for looks. I accepted the answer as he led me to where I would be sleeping. He opened the door to the bedroom and set my bag on the bed. "Thank you Taylor, I don't know where I would be without you.

          "You’re welcome Morgan, it's really not a big deal though, I'm just helping out. Anyway, I'm gonna make dinner, you want burgers?" He asked.

          "Sure, I'm gonna change and wash my face. I'll be out in 10 minutes."

          “Sounds good, I’ll have it ready.” He said. With that, I walked into the bathroom and washed my face. When I walked out of my room, the burgers smelled VERY good, so I sat down and dove in to the meal. By the time we were finished, it was 10:30. I was exhausted from the events of the day.

          “Taylor, I’m going to bed, I’m just so tired because of everything that happened and all, you know.” I said tiredly.

          “Hey, I get it, that’s cool. You go to bed, I’m just gonna stay out here.” Taylor just stood there.

           “Wait, do you have a place to sleep out here? Taylor, I thought you said you have a couch.” I questioned.

          “Well, I sort of jumped at the chance to help you when you said you needed somewhere to stay, that I told a little white lie. But it’s ok, I’ll just sleep on a chair or something.” He told me. Then I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his room. “You’ll sleep right here next to me, it doesn’t have to be awkward, we’re friends.”

          “Alright. I guess.” He said reluctantly, but also with a tinge of joy that you could easily hear in his voice. He climbed in after me and laid down right next to me. “No, I can’t do this Morgan, not without feeling guilty.”

          “Feeling guilty for what?” I asked, feeling confused.

          “I, I don’t really know. I have nothing to be guilty for. Well you know what? If I’m gonna feel guilty, I’m gonna feel guilty about this.” Then he grabbed me, flipped me over, got on top of me, and kissed me. I knew this was wrong, but I was dying. I needed him. So I dove In wholeheartedly. Kissing him with a fervent passion that I didn’t think he could replicate. But he did, he doubled it. He started kissing my neck and whispering my name in between his sweet kisses. I never thought that I would take a risk, but I did, and it felt good.

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ok guys, here's my chapter. I probably won't be able to upload a new one for a few days because I have my last week of school and some big tests but I promise a new chapter by Friday. i'm hoping this will last you for a few days. Friday's chapter will be long though. don't forget to leave comments and vote. thanks guys. :)