She always knows where the crowds at
She puts her mouth on a cigarette, I put it out 'cause she likes that.
She always dances when it's raining
Bright lights,
sHe's fading
Feels right,
sHe's crazy.
sHe wants somebody to love in the right way.
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Scott stares at me, and then my bedroom door, and then, back at me. I cover my face with my hand to hide my smile. But I'm really smiling out of sadness because I know this is my last day on earth. He sits silent for a moment in my kitchen, killing me oh so slowly with his eyes. I know I hadn't slept with his daughter, but he doesn't know that and by the way Taylor let my tee shirt hang from her skinny frame, it doesn't make our case any stronger.
"So, how about that fishing pole" he breaks the silence. Oh thank you.
"Yeah, let's go get that." I run my hand behind my neck, giving off a slight laugh, "I'm going to go get my wallet"
"You do that son" Scott remains sitting at our table, glaring at me while I walk back to my room.
Taylor is hysterically laughing on my bed when I walk in, giving me relief that I can now laugh through the pain. Her hands are to her face, trying to muffle the laughs, "I'm dead" she squeaks out
"Well, he's killing me first so if you have anything to say, say it to me now" I laugh, grabbing my wallet off the dresser, "he's too calm, it scares me"
I know this is the calm before the storm, there is no way that Scott is just going to let this pass after a few nights before they had asked me not to sleep in the same bed as their daughter. Which is very hard to do, to be honest, look at Taylor.
She runs her hands through her knotted hair, rubbing her face to wake up just like I had did moments before seeing Scott in my living room.
"We are going to get a fishing pole, which he will later hang me with" I joke and I get a smile from her, "and then I've got my final exam for graduate school, what are your plans tonight?" I ask but without her responding, I continue, "because I would like to make dinner for you. Do you like fish?"
"I do" her natural color is back to her face, though I did like the rosy red on her cheeks. "Do you mind if I hang out here today?" she asks, then explains Becca had really kicked her out and has no place to go.
Of course I let Taylor stay at my apartment, there is no reason for me to say no to her, other than that I won't be returning home because I have been killed by her father. So, she should really stay because my mum will at least have a smiling face to see when she realizes I have been murdered.
"Good, I'm gonna head out to my death, I'll see you when I get back from my exam" she laughs again, knowing her father will really yell at me, but instead of going out there and clearing it up, she gets back in bed and turns to sleep.
"Oh, hey" I stop before turning the door, "you look beautiful this morning"
"Harry" she groans, knowing that her eyes are swollen from the night before and that I had snot on me all night, not allowing to take the compliment. But I don't say anything else so she can sit on my words as she falls back asleep.
