Loving The Rock star (Lesbian Story)

We Meet Again

(Taylor's POV)

After Lily and I had quite the steamy shower together, Alie called her a cab and sent her on her merry way. I was actually a little sad to see her go... not that I would tell her that. Lily is just so different. She isn't self-absorbed and looking to latch onto me like every other girl I've slept with. My trepidations towards asking for her number leads me to have zero way of ever contacting her again. She was a good fuck and that warrants her contact info. As I internally fight with myself, Alie snaps a finger in my detached face.

"Taylor, earth to Taylor," she laughs loudly. I swipe her pointy finger away. "Are you ready? We have a nail appointment in like 30 minutes." At least she does her job. Being my personal calendar and clock comes in handy.

"Oh yeah, I'm coming." One thing about Alie, she might be my assistant but she's also my best friend. That basically gives her the right to bug me and say dumb things without worrying about being fired. Note to self, stop hiring friends. I grab my bag and a hoodie to hide from paps. Sliding on my Lennon style Ray Bans, I follow Alie into the waiting yellow taxi. 

We make our way to the nail salon and I browse the colors. Picking a nice shade of black, like usual, I sit next to Alie. She's getting an army green color painted on.  

"So, what's up with you lately?" Alie questions.

I raise an eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"Well since when do you let toys stay the night? More importantly, since when do you introduce them to me and make them breakfast?" Alie lets out a yelp from the woman plucking at her cuticle. I snicker a little from seeing her in pain. Serves her right for being skeptical of my motives. 

I blow on my newly painted nails, "Am I not allowed to be nice sometimes? God Alie, you make me out to be some heartless bitch." Alie does the same as me and blows on her nails.

"Well when it comes to your toys you are. I've known you since you were 14 and I was 20. In all my years catering to your every need whilst being your best friend, I've never seen you be nice to a girl after you get what you want from her," Alie says matter of factly. I smirk, reaching for my phone. The woman speaks the truth.

"It wasn't even like that. I didn't even let her do anything to me," I whisper. Admitting the last part, I hope Alie doesn't hear. I bite my tongue from my admission.

"Wait you're telling me, you didn't even get anything out of it? Damn, this chick must really be something." I push Alie playfully and pay the woman at the desk. She schedules me for an appointment in two weeks and I smile before saying thank you. At least my nail lady does her job. She paints them then doesn't bother me. Alie should take notes.

"Can we just drop it? It was a one time thing and I was feeling generous." Alie laughs and nods her head. I really wish that Alie would leave some things alone. It's bad enough the tabloids attack my life, now she's at it.

"Whatever you say Tay."

(Lily's POV)

"So how was it," Nick wiggles his eyebrows. The charming young man is eager to know all about last night's events. With his messenger bag and chinos, he can definitely have a career in journalism.

I bite my lip and think back to Saturday night when I was with Taylor. "Oh you know, good," I reply disinterested. He laughs and shuts his locker. It's now Monday, dreadfully, and Nick and I are on our way to Calculus. "The club was really cool though, we should go some time," I suggest.

"Yeah maybe your mystery lover will be there again. Why won't you tell me her name?" Nick pouts. "Please tell me you actually know it. You weren't that inebriated, were you?" I slap him childishly and sigh.