Not A Simple Love Story

Chapter Fifteen

[Fifteen]

***Lexi's POV***

"So, what would you usually do back home?" I asked Taylor, causally watching the scenes around the mall. We walked to the food court, and sat down.

"There's a lot to do, but I like traveling a lot more. I mean, you get to see so many different places and stuff, you know?" He said, taking a sip of his Coca-Cola.

"Yeah, true. I love traveling, but I miss home a little." I said.

"Yeah, it gets confusing, but I think it's all worth it. Kinda like when-" Taylor started, but got cut off.

"Are you Taylor Caniff? And are you Lexi Summers?" A girl, about 15, ran up to us and asked with her friend.

"Haha, yeah." Taylor said, smiling.

"Can we get a picture?" The girl next to her, with short blonde hair asked.

"Yeah, sure." I said. We stood up, and had a guy walking by take the picture.

"Thanks! We love you guys! I really wanna friendship like yours!" Said the brunette.

"We love you, too, and thanks." Taylor said, with a smile still on his face.

"Ok, we have to go, but bye!" Said the girls, excitedly. They ran off, and I looked at Taylor.

"You really love your fans, huh?" I asked with a smirk. He shrugged.

"Of course I do, I wouldn't be here without them." Taylor said, and I smiled. "What?" He laughed.

"Nothing, it's just that some people don't think about their fans like you do. It's sweet." I said, and Taylor blushed, looking down.

"Aw, come on, Taylor. Let's go back to the hotel. I don't think Rebecca will be happy if Matt glues himself to a chair again." I said, smiling, and Taylor laughed. We stood up, and threw out our now empty drinks.

"Yeah, wanna ride?" He asked, and I nodded. I hopped on his back, and giggled, while he carried me out the mall.

*

"No! You did it!" I heard Matt argue.

"No way! You did!" I heard Nash shoot back.

"Oh, great." Taylor mumbled, walking into the hotel room.

"Holy crap." I said, taking in the huge mess. There were feathers everywhere, and the beds were all over the place. Pillows were thrown around the room, with the two idiots standing in the middle.

"IT WAS HIM!" Matt and Nash screamed at the same time, pointing to each other.

"You guys are cleaning this up." Taylor laughed, and they shot him glares.

"How did you do this, anyway?" I asked.

"Well, Nash threw a pillow at me, and-"

"NO! YOU STARTED IT!"

"Shut up. He threw a pillow at me, and I threw one back, and then... surprise?" Matt tried, and failed.

"Fine, I'll help you guys clean up, but you owe me one." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Well, before that..." Taylor said, trailing off. Before I could ask what he meant, a pillow collided with my face.

"Taylor Caniff, it is on." I said, throwing a pillow at him, causing feathers to fly everywhere. He ducked, and it hit Nash in the face. I laughed, while Nash threw it at Matt.

Our pillow fight continued for 15 more minutes, but Maddy came in, yelling at us. It took us an hour to clean everything up.

"That was fun?" Nash said, and I laughed.