Taking a break.

2.

Taylor was not the kind of girl Kyle would take to meet his mum.

Everything happened so fast between the two of them that he found himself in love when he thought all hope was gone for him. He remembered how he met her at a concert for Jonny's band, she was in the VIP area, where only friends of the band could go, but he had never seen her and he knew all of the band's members.

"How did you sneak in here?" He asked her.

She shot him a stare and flipped her hair to a side, walking away from him, which just caused him to call for security to lead her out. He did not expect the guard to back away and say he could not escort the lady out or he'd ran out of a job.

"Who are you?"

"Taylor Fray." She said, and that was enough.

He did know her, though he hadn't seen her for years, her dad was one of the most important music producers in the country, the one working with Jonny's band.

She had changed so much, they had never been friends, but had been in a few events at the same time. Back then, her hair was short and black, she wore no makeup and always looked angelic with her pastel colored dresses. Now most of her hair was blond and long, deliberately letting the roots black. Her eyeliner was thick and her lips were a very dark shade of purple, and her clothes were tight and leathery. She was a girl in the middle of a rebellion, or so he though.

"Whoa, Taylor?"

"So Kyle Wrightwood remembers me?" She said lifting a brow.

That small gesture, it was it, he liked her. But his then broken heart could only compare every girl who even looked at him with Mare, because Mare was perfect, and this girl in front of him represented everything Mare was not.

And still, after several beers, his mind stopped thinking and his body took over, and Taylor was... new. He wouldn't say she was his ideal type, or that he found her especially hot, but he took her home and that night, even with all the alcohol on, he could not forget.

"How was it?" Taylor asked through the line.

"Awkward." He answered. "I hadn't seen her in six months, and all of a sudden she shows up at my door and..." he sighed and started pacing around his bedroom. "I knew I would see her again, just not so soon."

It was unlike Taylor to be silent, he knew she was worried about what was happening with Mare.

"In the end," he said once he was sure his girlfriend wouldn't give her opinion, "we cleared things out and though I think she's not okay right now, at least I believe she doesn't hate me. And she'll be fine, she's tough."

"So you're not getting back together?"

He laughed. How could Taylor think that when he had said to her so many times already that he loved her? "Tay, I love you. My story with Mare York is over."

A relieved laugh was his answer and for the rest of the call they talked about everything but Mare.

Once he went to bed he tried everything to sleep, from teas to pills, but he couldn't stop thinking of the whole thing. He had loved Mare with all his heart, he had proposed to her! He would have gone on telling people about them even if that meant to lose his privacy, he couldn't just sweep it under the carpet. He remembered the last time he had seen her, how he went looking for her, desperate to get her back, and how she said she couldn't love him in secret any longer, and she was right. So he proposed to her, asked her to check her Twitter, where he had stated that he was in love with her, which got a lot of attention from the media, though it was easily forgotten once they were away for so long.