Falling | zaylor ✓

You Don't Get It

"How was that?" Taylor eagerly asked his friend after playing him the first Paramore demo that the band had written for their fifth album. It was a cheesy love song, and Taylor had written almost the entire thing. Hayley was the best with lyrics, Taylor thought, so she adjusted a few lines here and there. But other than the occasional edit, Taylor wrote nearly the whole thing. He wasn't big on writing the lyrical portions of songs, but felt the need to release his feelings through song for once. So he did so, and with his bandmate's help, was proud of what they had so far created.

"You two continue to impress me, seriously. Who's the song about?" he asked, giving Taylor a wink and a nudge in the shoulder. The guitarist raised his hand a little bit, chuckled, and scratched at the back of his head. Oh, if he only knew that Taylor had just written that song about his gay love interest. It was a rather sarcastic piece, the melody of the song making it seem rather happy when it was instead a bitter song about a love interest not feeling the same way.

"Just one of those songs that are about heartbreak and love 'n' stuff, but have no actual story behind them. Not important. Hey, wanna drink some of the stuff I brought over?" he asked, referring to the exorbitant amount of alcohol that he had brought, upon request. He was glad that Zac hadn't noticed the random shift in conversation.

"Of course I want to, let's do this," the drummer responded, and the two friends drank from then until about midnight. Not even for any reason, if they were honest. It's not like there was anything to celebrate, anything to drink to. But they drank until they began regretting doing so. But they both got to the point where they became complete idiots. They end up acting like two weird teenagers all over again (which they usually act like), eventually deciding on playing a game of truth or dare, even though it was just the two of them. Yes, we all know where this is going.

"Truth or dare?" Taylor asked his friend, just after the guitarist had drank half a bottle of Tabasco hot sauce, as he had just been dared to do. His tongue burned and he was sure that come the morning, he'd be vomiting and the pain in his stomach would be even worse than the pain he had felt against his tongue in the moment.

"Dare," Zac responded loudly, wanting to appear all tough even though Taylor really viewed him as the softest boy he had ever met.

"I dare you to kiss me," Taylor slurred, and took another sip from a bottle of beer that was nearing the bottom. He needed to wash down the burn that the hot sauce brought, even though the alcohol wasn't helping him any.

"What?"

"You heard me," Taylor replied with a goofy little grin of his.

"Dude, that's gay."

"Dude, I'm gay."

The HalfNoise frontman chuckled, simply assuming Taylor was just joking around. Taylor York, gay? Yeah right. But when Zac turned his head to see that no laughter came from Taylor, nor did he even do as little as crack a smile, he knew there was something up. And by that, he knew Taylor was serious. At least it seemed so.

"Taylor, stop."

"Stop what?"

"It's not funny."

"I'm not trying to be funny."

"But, T, you had a girlfriend. And you two just recently broke up. Only over a month ago. You're just drunk and tired, I think you should go to sleep. You can sleep on my couch for the night."

"You don't get it," Taylor angrily slurred out.

"Go to bed, seriously. You're just saying this stuff, I don't know why."

"Shut up. Maybe there's a reason for Baylie and I breaking up. Something that I was keeping inside, just to myself and nobody else. Maybe I just told you that the reason for our breakup was me being tired of her. In reality, it was because I knew that I liked someone else."

A drunken Taylor resulted either in a loud man or a rather angry one, the former being more common than the latter. But when something bothered him in any sort of way, it usually did result in a very angry Taylor York.

And Zac not believing him was what triggered the night's anger.

"I really think you should go, T. You're being weird. I still really feel like you're just saying all this stuff. Here, I'll call Hayley. I'm sure she'll be able to bring you home," Zac spoke as he removed his phone from his pants pocket. All Taylor did was grumble and cross his arms over his chest in a childish manner.

Even though Zac's call disrupted Hayley from almost falling asleep, she agreed to pick Taylor up. But that was only because she felt like she knew what the problem was.

"Hayles, Taylor and I drank a lot, tonight. He's acting weird, do you think you could pick him up?" Zac asked slowly, doing his best to not jumble and slur his words.

And Hayley did as asked. Her and Zac said nothing to each other except a hello and a goodbye. Once Taylor was in the car, he allowed himself to cry. Hayley reached over and patted his head.

"What happened, T?" she asked, starting the vehicle up and pulling the car out of their former bandmate's driveway.

"I told him that I...you know...about me. About my sexuality," he explained, wiping his eyes.

"And how did he react?" Hayley asked, still dressed in the clothing she had worn to bed. There was too little time to change and she was too lazy to do so.

"He didn't believe me," he mumbled softly, rubbing both eyes.

"Why not?"

"I don't know. He thought I was just saying that because I'm drunk. But Hayley, I...love him."