What Broke Us

Chapter 8

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"Thank you guys for listening, have a great night!" I say into the microphone after the last round of applause for the night. There weren't many people, probably about five, (not including me and Isaac.) "I forgot how nice your voice is Taylor!" Isaac smiles, handing me the tips the five people audience left. "Thanks Isaac."

"Oh I totally forgot, but someone left this for you while you were on stage. I guess he didn't want to interrupt." Isaac hands me a rose with a note tied to it. "Thank you. I should be getting home," I stuttered as I quickly grabbed my belongings and headed out the door. Ignoring the fact that my car was freezing cold, I rip open the small envelope. It read, "Taylor Jane, hope you don't think I'm a stalker, but I heard you say you worked at a cafe and I just happen to take a wild guess and pick this one. Your voice is amazing, can't wait for tomorrow. Garrett." I couldn't help but smile. Well, I mean he could've used the magic of google a week ago, but this was sweet. And to be honest, I was a little bit more than excited to see him again.

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"TJ?" Charlotte asked as she opened the door. "Hey kiddo, how was camp?"

"Stupid."

"You didn't have a fun time?"

"They didn't even have a TV!"

"Oh Char," I smiled, picking her up, "it's good to have you back."

I'm not sure how I should tell her that Chrissie & Garrett are coming over in an hour. I bet she'll freak out, but wouldn't she question why? I mean she's a smart kid, but she tends to run her mouth to all of her little playmates. For instance, I 'm pretty sure that the whole world knows that she got to spend a day with the cast (thank god she only gloated about herself, otherwise the whole world would know that I got to spend the day with Garrett.) "Hey Charlotte?" I began, taking a seat next to her on the sofa. "I'm going out with a friend tonight, is it okay if I leave you with a babysitter?" Her eyes start to water and she starts to cry, "I don't want a babysitter, I want you!"

"Charlotte, but I got one of your favorite people to babysit you!"

"I'm not a baby!"

"Which is why Chrissie is coming over to play with you."

She stops crying and her frown turned into a huge smile (pft five year olds,) "Cheechee?"

"Yup! And Garrett and I are just going to hang out."

"Garrett?"

"He's my friend Char."

"Can I come?"

"Sorry hun, but adults only."

"It's okay, Chrissie and I are gonna have LOTS of fun." She smiled as she ran off to her room. (probably going to get her Teen Beach Movie dolls, oh lord.)

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Knock, knock, knock. "Charlotte, they're here!" I shout across the apartment. Checking my hair, teeth, and nose in the mirror for the millionth time, I walk towards the door. "You got this Taylor, just be cool." I whisper to myself. Putting on my biggest smile, I open the door. "Hi guys-" I gulped. It wasn't Chrissie and Garrett at the door. It was Garrett and Mollee.