On the first day there was a simple note in the mail box. Slanted cursive words written in black, smudges at the loops and strokes of letters, specks and blots of ink scattered in the margins. Three simple words. 'I'm watching you.' Taylor showed the note to her younger brother Austin. His face bent into anger. 'I'll kill the bastard,' he growled. "I don't know who it's from." Taylor states. "Doesn't matter," Austin states as the rage curls his fingers into fists. The letter began to crumble. "I'll absolutely slaughter the bastard!" Taylor carefully pulled the paper from his balled hands. "They could mean it in a nice way." Austin's eyes shot to her sharply.
"What? How can they perv on you in a nice way?"
"They might not be perving on me," said Taylor. She smoothed the crinkles out of the letter. "They might have seen me on the street and thought I was pretty."
Austin rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." Taylor's face fell and she dropped her eyes to the floor.
Her brother noticed and said quickly, "You're pretty, Tay, I just meant most guys wouldn't do something like this." He nodded to the letter. "If he'd thought you were hot he'd have gone up to you, asked you out. Not done something sleazy like putting a stalker note in your mailbox."
"Maybe he's shy," she said softly. The curls and curves of the words were gentle and inviting and familiar. "Maybe he was nervous." Austin scoffed.
"Yeah, and maybe he's a perv." Taylor sighed. She folded the note and slid it into her pocket.
The next day there was another note and a freshly picked daisy. The petals were straight and stiff with life, freshly picked and smelling of dirt. Black ink words on the paper made her smile.
"I saw you." Taylor didn't show this note to her brother. She folded it into her diary, with the other on the page before. Two notes in two days. It made her smile, bite her lip and look at the ground. She sat in the living room at the window, sunlight warming her bare knees, a book open on her lap. Taylor looked out at the mailbox and then the street beyond. The daisy sat in a short glass vase on the windowsill. She bent to rub her nose against the soft white petals just as her mother entered the room. "What's with the flower?" she asked.
Taylor smiled, a blush tingling in her cheeks. "It was in the mailbox."
"For you?" Taylor nodded. "My name was on the envelope." Her mother's eyebrows were suddenly lost in the mess of curls across her brow. "You got a note as well? What did it say?" Feeling sudden nerves, and remembering Austin's surmise of the letter, Taylor was reluctant to share with her mother. "Not much," she said, biting her lip.
Her mother smiled cheekily. "I bet it's from Karlie Kloss next door. She just got back from boarding school." Taylor looked outside, as if she would spot her in the act of placing a note in the mailbox. 'Karlie?' she repeated. Her heart beat a little faster. Laughing, her mother said before she left the room, "That girl has always been too shy to speak more than three words to you." When her mother left, Taylor looked down at the note and pulled out the one from the day before. Three words on each page. She bit her lip to resist a broad smile.
On the third day, there was another note, a rose and a small chocolate heart. Taylor didn't wait to get inside to pull the letter from the envelope. Her heart skipped a beat. Three more words.
'I missed you.' Taylor looked at the house next door. A curtain fluttered closed at the front window, only giving her a glance of yellow hair and long fingers. She smiled and turned to go back inside, a bubble inflating inside her that seemed to be full of butterflies. Once inside, she went to her room and sat at her desk. She pulled out a sheet of paper that had a border of flowers and bees. Unwrapping the chocolate heart, she slipped it into her mouth and waited for it to melt across her tongue. Taylor took a pen from the drawer. "Three words," she murmured.
She giggled softly and began to write.
Later that day, Taylor went to the mailbox neighboring hers. Holding an envelope tightly, she glanced at the front window. There was no movement. Her eyes slid upstairs and landed on a face sticking through the curtains. Upon her stare, it disappeared. She was unable to stop smiling as she pushed the letter into the mailbox. Instead of going back to her house, Taylor began to walk down the street. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder, even at the sound of a door closing. At the end of the road, she crossed into the park.
She was swinging gently on the swing when he appeared. Blonde haired, green eyed, lanky, freckled, sunburnt and she was holding her note. 'Hello,' she smiled. A blush tingled across her cheeks and down her spine. Karlie Kloss ducked her head as she grinned. "Hi,"
"I see you got my note," said Taylor. Karlie showed her the paper, crinkled and smudged from her palms. Her simple handwriting was in blue pen, printed along the page. "In the park."
Taylor took the letter from her hand, exchanging it for her fingers. She smiled broadly at her "...and I guess you got mine." Taylor grins and leans into Karlie's shoulder as they both walk towards the flower section of the park where Karlie has been selecting flowers for the small notes for Taylor.
Don't forget to drop a few plot ideas so I can write a few more one-shots more often. I've got no ideas. Help out please.
- Hannah
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Kaylor Family One-Shots
FanfictionA bunch of different Kaylor Family One-Shots but there will also be plain One-Shots written in here too, not all will have a family aspect. Some are AU and there are several mini-series also included.
