KAYLOR ONE SHOTS

she's my best friend (pt.2)

You were cooking breakfast when suddenly you had heard your phone ringing in the other room. You rush to the living room, and without looking at the ID, you answer the phone and say quietly, "Hello?"

"Taylor, hi, it's Tracy," a sweet voice comes from the other end of the line. Your breath hitches in your throat, but you try to breathe again and to not lose control.

"Hi, Tracy," you reply with an unsteady voice. "How are you?" you ask.

"I wish I could be fine, but I'm not," she lighlty chuckles, but there's no humour in it. "I know that you're not doing good, too," she adds mumbling.

You purse your lips tighlty and stare at your sleeling cat on the couch. "No," you whisper. "I'm not doing good, but I try to be okay,"

Tracy lets out a shaky breath, and you wonder if tears like yours are streaming down her face. "I wanted to meet with you," she says slowly. "Like, you and me eating dinner or lunch together and just, talk about things," she continues.

You know what she wants to talk about. You know she will look at you with pity in her eyes, because probably your mother told her about your feelings about Karlie. Of course she wants to talk with you about her. "I don't know, Tracy," you reply shakily. "I have a lot going on and I don't know if I have a clear sched–"

"Please, Taylor," she pleads, and this time you hear the tears in her voice. It makes the lump in your throat burn harder, but you try to be strong, for once. "Please. Your mother told me about how you feel about my daughter," she adds, and it makes your heart pound harder and stop at the same time.

You stay silent, and you purse your lips, as you wait for Tracy to say something more.

"She told me that – that you are in love with her, and that's not a problem. I just want to talk to you, please, because I know you must feel like shit," she says quietly and slowly.

You let a tear stream down your cheek, and as you nod slowly your head you reply, "Okay,"

"Really?" she asks, surprised.

"Yeah," you say. "I will cook us lunch and maybe – maybe we could visit her in the afternoon,"

"Okay. What time should I be there?" she asks, and you're not entirely surprised to hear excitement in her tone.

"At midday, if that's okay with you," you shrug.

"That's perfect. Thank you, Taylor. You're really a sweet girl," she says, and you can't help but smile a little.

"Anything for your daughter," you say quietly. After that, you say your goodbyes, and you stare at the black screen of your phone. You don't know how much time has passed, but then you feel your cat rubbing itself against your leg.

You smile weakly, and you pick Meredith up. "Hey," you whisper. You're not surprised when your vision blur and tears starts streaming down your cheeks, as you think that maybe, just maybe, everything will be eventually okay.

******

You sit across Karlie's mother, and play with the hot food in your plate. "So," she starts, and she's hesitant. "I won't ask you how are you doing, because I know the answer," she smiles a little, and bites the steak.

You chuckle lighlty; you don't want this encounter to be awkward. "Thank you. I hate when people ask me that," you smile.

She nods understanding. "So, you love my daughter?" she asks with a smile.

You can't help but blush a little, and you're surprised when a genuine smile tugs at your lips. "Yeah," you nod. "I love her so much," you say, not meeting her gaze.