Pick Me Up

"Skinny" Dipping

After catching up to Taylor and repeating 'I can explain' thousands of times while practically begging on my knees, he decides to listen. And after I tell him what had happened he doesn't believe me.

"I'm sure that's what happened." He smugly agrees. But not actually agreeing. If this were any other situation I'm sure I could brush it off, but I went through my whole life with people thinking I'm a lesbian, and I refuse to add Taylor to that list.

"Please Taylor, I swear, I don't even know what happened, my hand was just there...but I didn't mean for it to be...Taylor please don't think I'm a lesbian." My nervous rant was getting me know where so I just got straight to the point.

He pursues his lips in amusement, but there's something deep down lurking there.

"Okay, I believe you..." I let out a sigh of relief, although I'm still not sure that he actually believes me. "...If you can prove me otherwise." Yep, I saw that coming.

I stare at him confused. What does he expect me to do? His mischievous grin says it won't be easy.

"So...you want me to grab your boob or something?" I shrug my shoulders, suggesting things has never been my forte.

Throwing his head back he lets out a hearty laugh. "Well I mean, it wouldn't hurt." And when he says that I don't know if he is being serious or not. So hesitantly I raise me hand, extending it towards his muscly peck. But his hand intercepts mine, still laughing he drags it down to an innocent hand hold.

He has something for holding hands, that much is sure.

"No, I was joking." And immediately I flush. I can't believe I was actually going to do it. But if that's not it...what is it?

Sensing my question Taylor flashes a scheming smile. "Come with me."

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And that leads us to now; In Taylors car driving pasts various trees and bushes, I think we are in a forest? The soft hum of music in the background prevents awkward silences. This car ride more chilled out than the previous one where we were belting our lungs out.

"Where are you taking me exactly?" I ask suspiciously for the fourth time.

"It a surprise." He un-trustworthily replies for the fourth time, reaching up and brushing his hair back. Picture perfect this man is.

Once again we sit in silence, a comfortable one that I haven't experienced with anybody else but the man across from me.

"So why Phillip?" Taylor slices through the silence.

I shrug my shoulders, not really thinking about him as much as I use to.

"I don't know really, I mean...he has always been nice to me when everyone else wasn't...so I guess that's what started this...attraction." I suggest. Taylor lets out a scoff.

"Yeah. Nice." He slightly sneers.

I pull my eyebrows together, confused by his tone. "What do you have against Phil anyway?"

He rolls his neck. "It's a long story...for another time." He completely dismisses the topic. You don't get away from my questions that easily. Opening my mouth to pry – "Were here."

Taylor pulls the car over to a...lake?

Stepping out, the cold breeze immediately gives me some chills, the lake water perfectly still and lit up beautifully by the moon. Making it look far from realistic. The lake is fairly small, too big to call a pond, but too small to call a river. It's almost like a private swimming pool with big rocks to rest on.