Nobody Said it was Easy // Taylor Caniff and Cameron Dallas

A Little Love

I'm probably gonna wrap this story up soon and start something else. Yaaaay. Listening to all that matters right now... do you guys have specific sones for the boys? I do:
Jack and Jack: Treasure
Aaron: Happy
Cameron: Take You Down
Carter: All that Matters
Matthew: The Way
Taylor: Grind on Me
Shawn: Sweater Weather
Nash: Surfboard
Now you know what I think of when I hear these songs 😂 BTW I've got the feels right now. I'm reading Aliegent by Veronica Roth... so much emotion! This will be a moody chapter.
XOXO
-Layla

Quinns POV
I watched Taylors angelic features from the corner of my eye, not really listening to the conversation (It didn't really involve me anyway, guy stuff). His face was serious, which was a sight to see. When he blinked, his eyelashes cast quick, long shadows across his face from the high sun. The sun has started to lighten his tousled hair over the past few days.
I could tell it was starting to warm up. There is no more snow lining the roads, no more white flurries landing in my hair. I could now survive in thin clothing, like I had on. I was wearing my Cameron Dallas baseball tee -appropriate, right?-, jeans, and galaxy vans. Taylor had on some rolled up khaki pants, a Shawn Mendes baseball tee, a navy bandana, and black vans.
It was then I realized I was being talked to. Nash was saying, "Ummm, Quinn? I think your drooling."
I blushed and looked at my shoes. I didn't mean to stare like that... I just loved Taylor... a lot.
Taylor gently put a finger under my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. The only thing I saw when I gazed -whenever I gaze- into those gorgeous hazel eyes is affection.
I have always wondered what it is to be loved by someone. I think I have finally figured it out. I should already know, but it isn't like I had parents to teach or show me. They hardly portrayed affection. I grew up with cold, hard facts and responsibilities. My mother hardly ever told me she loved me. If I recall correctly, she used to tell me a quote from Abraham Lincoln in place of 'I love you' after she put me into bed. She would always tell me, "You cannot escape the responsibility of tomorrow by evading it today." Then, she would turn off the lights and exit the room.
I grew up with that phrase ingrained into my mind. It had always felt more like a scolding than anything. My father was always the one to show affection. He would come in a few minutes after my mother had left the room. He would brush back the hair from my eyes and kneel on the ground by my head. He would bend his head to plant a soft kiss on my forehead. He was always softer when my mother was not around to scold us. She shied away from any form of affection. My mother had made me walk around with the constant belief of people as perverse. If you show great affection to them, they run the other way.
My dad did not, and neither did I. The thing my dad said to me has never changed, and for that I am grateful. It was the one thing I looked forward to on a good and bad day alike.
You, my daughter... you gave me life.
Nashs POV
Its not that she was actually drooling or anything like that. She didn't even have her mouth open. Quinn just had a look of pure adoration dancing across her face, and I like to mess with people. Her big, blue eyes were alight with love. It was wrong of me and Cameron to ever think we had a standing chance with Taylor in the picture. Though he is awkwardly looking away, I hope he feels the same way. The two were obviously in love, and I don't think any single person or action would have the power to change that.
Love isn't something that can just change like that. I've always been told only a serious injustice by one lover was the only thin that can alter love. I'm not so sure about that. Adults continue to have divorces after claiming they love one another, and teens these days throw the word love around like football players with a football.
To tell someone you love them, you should be willing to give up everything for them. Love is a strong emotion, one that all should feel, but most don't receive, don't deserve. The power to love is given to everyone, but some people just don't know how to utilize it the right way, if at all. What Tay and Quinn have is true love.
It's currently written all over their faces. They stare at one another as if Cameron and I were not just a few feet away, leaning on Cams car, across from Tays. I'm surprised to note that I don't feel a pang of jealously from their deep stare. Maybe my feelings for Quinn were really just desperation to be loved. I wanted my life to change into a perfect relationship. I want my friendship with Quinn to change to a relationship.
Then, I was whacked upside the head with a piece of knowledge. I am loved by my best friend. That is all I could ask for in life. All you need to be happy is a little love. I want the right girl to come along and make my life change to be better than it already is. I feel a slow smile across my face. I am loved, just not the way I had previously hoped for. I will not wait for the right girl to come along and change my life. I will go out and find her so we can change it.
After all, change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.