Taylor Lautner, Really?

Game Changer

     My crusty eyelids slid open as I woke up with a gnawing pit in my stomach. I went over everything that had happened in the past few weeks since I had left for Australia with... ew, no. I promised myself that I wouldn't speak his name, think about him, or talk to/about him for the rest of forever. My mind will never be at peace until I shove him as far away as possible. With the rest of that situation figured out, I got up to get food.

     I opened my door to the smell of chocolate chip pancakes and eggs drifting from the kitchen. I smiled quirkily as I shuffled into the kitchen. I hopped up on the counter and grabbed 2 pancakes and started chowing down. Morgan turned around a second later and started laughing.

     "One sec. I'll be right back." She said, turning and running out towards her room. She came back with her phone and our speaker and started playing music. She grabbed my hand dramatically and pulled me off the counter and spun while we listened to Fall Out Boy, The Cab, and Mayday Parade. We were laughing like crazy and for just one split second, I forgot about him. But of course all good things must come to an end. I stopped dancing abruptly and it took Morgan approximately 0.0000000001 seconds to figure out what I was thinking about. She paused the music and silence filled the room as she hugged me. I swore I wouldn't think about him, but I couldn't help it as my eyes started to feel prickly and full and a tear slid down.

      She didn't let go so I started to let the feeling take over. Sobs wracked my body and the tears were a constant stream of salt, water, and emotion. I'm so sappy. God, I'm a wreck. I need to get a handle.

     "Lex, we're gonna have a breakup ceremony. You need to cleanse yourself. And that's what we're going to do." She abruptly pulled me out of our hug and said. "Grab your shoes and get dressed. We're going to the store." I nodded and walked away to get ready.

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     I yawned and trudged inside Hy-Vee right behind Morgan. She looked determined as we walked straight toward the cookie dough. She grabbed the biggest tub of chocolate chip and pulled me toward the ice cream. We each grabbed two pints of Ben & Jerry's and finally walked toward the candles. Morgan stupidly filled 90% of our cart with stupid-smelling candles that I didn't want. Come to think of it, I didn't really even want to talk about him with Morgan anyway. I didn't want to do anything today. Except maybe eat that ice cream and cookie dough. Even then I didn't want to seem like I need him that much. I don't rely on some guy to make my life happy. Do I? No. No I don't. I can't. I won't. While I was convincing myself of that, I followed Morgan around like a lost, confused puppy who's trying to smile though a hell of a lot of pain. I suppose that's just what we have to do sometimes, isn't it?

     We checked out with some stupid, pretty, blonde cashier who was way too perky. Bitch you aren't in a beauty pageant you can stop smiling. She annoyed me so much I couldn't even bear it. Morgan and I drove in comfortable silence until we got back to our apartment. We hauled our load of goodies into the living room then grabbed all the pillows and mattresses and threw them in the living room in a giant heap surrounded by couches. Morgan picked some random movie and put it in the Xbox to play it. It ended up being about some chick who killed her daughter but had never talked to anybody and her daughter was homeschooled so no one knew about it and she got off but when she sold her house someone found the body and all sorts of shit started happening. I fell asleep when there was ten minutes left.

Taylor's POV

     Damn. Damn. DAMN WHY DO I SCREW UP EVERYTHING?!?! Everything I do gets ruined. It's not like I try to screw up everything, it just happens. Suddenly my agent decides that a different client of hers would be better for a role. My apartment just happens to think that I moved out completely so they sold it and put all my furniture in storage. My girlfriend got kissed by some bubblegum boyband popstar and I freaked out because I didn't understand and now she's gone. Gone. She's gone. I still can't believe she just left. I need to talk to her. I need to try to explain to her what I thought. I can't leave things the way they are. I need to call her. I grabbed my phone and called her. It rang twice before she picked up. Except she wasn't the one who picked up. The first thing I heard was the voice that caused the problem without knowing it. Morgan.