Renegade Revival

Chapter 11: Our Favorite Parts

Hayley's POV

Taylor and I talked endlessly, experiences and tears being shared in between. Most of all, we laughed and rekindled again. During those moments, I felt whole again. It was moments like these when I felt alive. It was the moments that made me feel alive, even when I wanted to be the opposite.

"It's getting late," Taylor mentioned, his voice having a hint of sadness, though he smiled.

"It is," I agreed.

"I'll drive you home, if you want?" he offered. I shook my head.

"It's okay. I drove here."

"Alright." There was an awkward silence between us. It wasn't the kind of awkwardness that made you uncomfortable, but the kind that showed that you didn't want to leave the person because of such a great time you shared with them.

"It was nice seeing you," Taylor said, breaking the silence. I chuckled. "More than nice. It was... amazing."

"Yeah, it was," I said. "I-I mean, it was amazing... seeing you."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he chuckled. He followed me to the front door and we stood there for a moment.

"This isn't awkard at all," I joked. Taylor laughed a little.

"You should wear sundresses more," he complimented. "You look really beautiful."

"Thank you," I said, feeling my cheeks warm up.

"You always look beautiful." A grin formed on my face, being impossible to fight back.

"What do you want, York?" I joked with a giggle. He gave a small chuckle as well.

"I want to see you more often," he said with honesty. "You gotta make up those four months."

"Yeah, I know," I sighed. I glanced at the time on my phone again, finding it to be ten o'clock. "Like you said, York... it's getting late."

"Sure is," he said. Taylor deflated a little.

"I'll see if I can stop by tomorrow?"

"Oh!" Taylor ran into his room, then shortly came back with a my blue notebook in his hand. "I wrote only one thing. Here." He gave a sheepish smile as he handed it to me. I smiled back at him as I took it.

"It's okay. I knew you wouldn't write much," I said with a giggle. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Goodnight." Before I knew it, I found myself in Taylor's strong arms, his soft lips against mine, us kissing. I sighed contently as I wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling a little. I missed this feeling more than anything. Taylor hesitated to pull away and gazed into my eyes, his caramel eyes sparkling, for the first time, with joy. He planted another gentle kiss on my lips.

"Goodnight," he whispered with a smile. His smile was just as contagious as it was beautiful. He opened the door and led me out. I walked to my car, the smile permenate on my face even after I got in.

I opened the blue notebook, finding Taylor's handwriting in it.

Dear Hayley,

There's not much to say. So I'll say three things:

1. I miss you.

2. I love you.

3. Thank you.

Love,

Taylor York

I blushed as I took a pen out of my bag.

I missed you too, stiff. I love you too. I love you more than death, itself. I love you more than life, itself. And thank you. You saved me from myself. I owe you, babe.

Love,

The Renegade (Hayley)