So hey, super short filler chapter for y'all. I had loads of inspiration for a while and now I have nothing. I'm having second thoughts on everything I plan. I plan on the next chapter being my final chapter, but I don't quite know what to do from then. Do I make Tay go to London like I originally planned, or do I not? Do I make her and Vic a thing like the original reason I started writing the fanfiction in the first place or do I not? I need some inspiration, fast. If any of you readers out there have anything in particular that you would like to see happen then drop me a hint in the comments or message me because I would love to hesr from you guys and your thoughts, and I will dedicate to you guys too.
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"T to the A to the Y. Whaddup lil' Raf?! I come bearing gifts of Jordan-ness!" I heard Jordan's voice echo through my home, reverberating off the bare white walls and into my ears. I groaned and fidgeted in my sleep. "Taylor?" He shouted and I groaned in confirmation to let him know I was home and I wasn't preoccupied elsewhere.
Except I was preoccupied. Preoccupied cuddling talented-musician-for-the-band-Pierce-The-Veil-and-cutest-guy-I-knew-who-accepted-my-budding-love-for-Rafiki, Mr Vic Fuentes. And I only realised this when I heard another soft groan straight after mine. Refusing to open my eyes, I cuddled closer to Vic in hope that I could drift back off into the peaceful slumber I had previously been in.
"Oh, I do apologise." Jordan said in a mock British accent. I allowed myself to open my eyes and shoot him a look that threatened that my tiny being would strangle him if he teased me about it. He didn't care. "Real classy, guys. Tay's bedroom is only down the hall, you could've evacuated the lounge rather than stain the sofa with your sexual happenings last night."
"My house, my rules." I wasn't gonna' let him attempt to humiliate me in my own home. Vic's grip around my waist loosened and I sat up, ruffling my bed hair. He'd managed to wake up too, but stayed silent as he got a grip on his surroundings.
"Dirty girl, I would appreciate it if you kept your gossip to yourself. I don't wanna' be haunted by images of a guy fucking my tiny friend." He shuddered at the thought and I rolled my eyes at him.
"We didn't fuck, Jordan. We were watching horror movies. Is that coffee?" I grabbed the Starbucks paper cup out of his hand and sipped the coffee, feeling the heated liquid trailing satisfactorily down my throat.
"Oh yeah, I saw your instagram from the other week, you know, you as Stitch. Cute picture of you two lovebirds, but the fangirls don't like it." He stated as he perched on the coffee table.
"What d'you mean?" Vic chimed in. I handed the cup back to Jordan, but he shook his head, so I shrugged my shoulders and drank more of the coffee. Jordan told us both to check our photos, so we did. Surprisingly, fangirls had managed to find my account and comment on my picture of Vic and I. Amongst comments such as 'aw this is so cute' and 'adorable!', there were multiple comments asking who the hell I was, what the hell I was doing cuddled up to Vic and why the hell had I purposely split him and Jenna up. I internally sighed. "Man, they're stressful sometimes. I love them, but they're stressful."
I stared down at my phone a moment longer before finally saying, "Man, 134 comments. I feel so famous. Is this real life, or is this just fantasy?" I dramatically stood up, despite Jordan and Vic constantly telling me to hold back. "Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see... I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low. Any way the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me..." I stood on the table and dramatically grabbed the air. "Mama, just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger now he's dead-" I was stopped when I felt Jordan's hand clasp around my mouth.
"How are you so lively when you've just woke up? Look, I only came round to ask if you needed any help with anything for tomorrow but now I wish I never did." I smirked at him. These past two weeks had completely flown by. I had spent my time with Jordan and Vic and it was amazing. We had done loads of things to make my time left in San Diego special.
The day after our Disney marathon, Vic took me for a meal. Bless his little cotton socks. He seemed to be slightly nervous, as if he wanted to impress me even though he didn't need to. It only made my feelings for him stronger. The meal had enabled me to find out things about Vic that I didn't previously know and we really opened up to each other.
A couple of days later, Alex had yet another party, because let's face it, he's Alex and he has parties practically everyday. Only this time, it was fancy dress. Jordan and I attended dressed as Sam and Dean Winchester from Supernatural. I originally wanted to be Sam, but because of my lack of height, we figured it would make more sense for me to be Dean. By the end of the night, I was sweating like hell. The Winchesters wear loads of layers, so add onto this the humid San Diego heat, the heat from drunken dancing and the immense body heat from the multiple bodies surrounding me, it was a miracle I didn't pass out.
It was safe to say I drank a little too much during that party, so I had a hangover from hell the next day. Vic must've sensed this when he rang me, so he came round and spent the whole day slumping around with me watching TV. He has now been assigned my hangover buddy because he always makes sure I have enough water and food to soak up the alcohol. Plus, he gives good cuddles.
Multiple days were spent as just Vic and I, and they always ended up in cuddles and sleeping. I didn't know what the heck was going on between the two of us, because we hadn't exactly labelled it. Nevertheless, whatever it was, I enjoyed it.
And now, it was the day before possibly one of the biggest days of my life. Tomorrow I would be hopping on a plane to London on my own, ready to start fresh. I was starting to have second thoughts because these past two weeks had been pretty special and I had been the happiest I had been for a long time. But I knew that I had to do this. I had to.
"I think I have everything packed up." I said in reply to Jordan. "But I don't have Tess anymore, so a ride to the airport tomorrow morning would be appreciated. "
"It was my plan to take you, anyway." Jordan smiled. I returned the smile but looked down to hide the sad glint in my eyes. "I need to go and speak to Hannah-"
"Ah, that's why you're awake this early?" I smirked.
"Yeah. I will speak to you later, Tayls." He ruffled my hair and then began to walk towards the door.
"Yeah, see ya'." When I heard the door click shut, I jumped off the table, sighed loudly and collapsed onto the sofa beside Vic. I stayed silent for a long while as I picked at the chipped black polish on my nails. "I'm scared." I admitted and my voice broke slightly as I said it.
"I know you are." Vic soothed, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and rubbing the top of my arm.
"I just-" I dropped my head into my hands. "I feel like I'm letting him down. I promised him I wouldn't leave him. And, I know it's hurting him a lot. I can see it in his eyes." I let the tears spill out of my eyes. "I'm a shit friend."
"You're not, at all. You have your reasons and he accepts this. It's not the end, Tay. It's a new beginning, and no matter how far away you are, you will always be his best friend. Remember that." I rested into Vic's side as I calmed myself down. He held me tightly and comforted me. I sat there for a long while as my thoughts engulfed me and pulled me in to a void of sadness and regret. Am I doing the right thing? Of course. He has Hannah. I felt myself flinch at the thought of her name. She'd hurt Jordan too many times but he always took her back. I found myself beginning to dislike the thought of him staying in San Diego with her. Maybe you should stay to keep him safe from her. No, I have to go. He knows how to handle himself. You can't leave him, he's your best friend. I need to. You don't. I do. And thus, the argument continued and so did my thoughts of giving up my new chance at life.
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