Secrets (Magcon Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

I am awakened by a shining light in my eyes. As my eyes adjust to it, I see that the light from the sun is peeking through my curtains. What time could it be? I turn to the clock that is set on my nightstand next to my bed. 10:47. It's late! I immediately get up and run to my bathroom to get myself ready for school. I have to take a shower. It's a good thing I take quick ones. I undress myself and hop in the shower. As I'm rushing in the shower, I realize something that makes me feel like the dumbest person in the world. It's Saturday. I stop rushing and resume my shower as normal. When I'm done, I wrap myself with a towel and go into my room to get my clothes. As I'm walking towards my room, I start planning what I'm going to wear for the day. I'll wear some shorts and my black Marvel sweater. I walk into my room and start looking for my things. As I bend down to get my shorts from a drawer, I realize that I'm not the only one in the room. I turn around to look at my bed and notice Taylor under my duvet. I scream because I'm embarassed that I am standing in front of him only wearing nothing but a green towel. Then I realize,

I lost my virginity to him last night.

How did I not remember? My first time was with my best friend. I guess that the best way to lose it right? He's still not awake. I just screamed.. He's a heavy sleeper.

I grab my stuff and head to the bathroom to finish getting dressed. For my birthday, I got this bluetooth, waterproof speaker for my shower. As I'm connecting my phone to it, I play my favorite song Heartbreak Girl by 5 Seconds of Summer. I love 5SOS. Other than them my other favorite band is Green Day. I love all types of music honestly, but this type of music just speaks to me.

I brush my long, light brown hair and let it down for it to dry. I naturally have wavy hair so I didn't mind. I brush my teeth and put some lotion all over my body. I'll be all natural today, so instead of doing my regular makeup, I curl my eyelashes. I hate my eyelashes because all they do for me is stick straight out at an 180 degree angle.

When I'm done getting ready, I go back to my room to see Taylor still sleeping on my bed, cuddling with my pillow. I smile because he's too cute when he sleeps. You can see his black bandana slowly falling off as he sleeps, showing his Napoleon Dynamite hair. I quietly go back in my bed and lay next to him. I start blowing on his face so he can wake up. After a few blows, his nose twitches and his lips form immediately into a smile.

"Minty breath." He exclaims.

"Wake up." I tell him.

"You have an extra toothbrush?"

"Yeah, it's under the sink"

He starts getting up. As he gets up, the blanket falls off his body showing his bare butt. I scream playfully and laugh at him because I completely forgot he was naked in my bed after last night. He covers his parts with his hands while he laughs and runs out my room.

As I recover from laughing, I pull out my phone and start checking Twitter. I don't have many followers on twitter. I only have about 120. As I'm scrolling through my feed I see everyone talking about something called "Magcon". What is Magcon? Is it a band? As I scroll more I find out that Magcon is a group of people who are entertainers. Their first showing will be in Dallas on November 17 & 18, 2013. That's only about a month away! As I'm scrolling through my news feed, Taylor comes out with with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist covering only his parts and exposing the rest of his body.

"Um, I need clothes." He exclaims.

"I don't have anything for you to wear. Unless you want to wear shorts and a tank top." I say as I'm laughing because I can just imagine him wearing my neon pink tank top that has the words "Can u not" on it.

"Doesn't your dad have small clothes that he doesn't wear anymore?"

My laugh instantly turns to a frown as I think of my dad.

"What's wrong?" Taylor asks with a small frown as well.

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just trying to think if where the clothes would be." I get up from my bed and walk out of my room.

I walk downstairs and into the garage. I go through the things in my garage and it seems like I'm finding everything but what I'm looking for. An old cellphone, a flat volleyball, and a pair of white little shoes from when I was like 3. Let's just say my mom and I aren't people to go into the garage often. I struggle to reach for a box in the corner. I finally grasp the big box and pull it out from under all the junk we have. "Dad's stuff" it's labeled. I set it on the ground where there is space and sit down with it. The aroma of cologne fills my nostrils as I open the box full of my dad's things. Shoes, cologne, clothes, and many more things. My eyes turn red as I'm looking through his items. I find clothing that I think Taylor will fit into such as a black t-shirt and to accessorize, a red bandana. My dad owned random things. He would usually just wear polo shirts, jeans, and ugly sneakers just like any other normal dad.

As I was about to close the box, something catches my eye from inside the box. I pull it out to find one of those pictures that you take in those photo booths at the mall. That picture was taken It was my dad and me. When I was about 15 years old. It was sort of like a daddy-daughter day, I didn't have school so he decided to take me shopping for my birthday which was a week later on November 29. He was a good dad. He would make you laugh, he would hold you in his arms when you cried, he wasn't strict nor too lenient. He treated his family right, he bought my mom things here and there for no reason. My family was perfect.

Later on that year, around December, he was on his way home from a really busy day at work selling houses. He was at a red light. When it turned green, he stepped on the gas, but as he went, another car from the right was turning and collided with my dad's car on the side causing my dad to flip over. When I got that call from the hospital, something inside me just made me not give a shit about anything anymore. It's been only two years since my dad had passed. Ever since, my house hasn't been the same anymore. It's joyless now. My mom has become a reckless person, getting drunk, staying out late with her friends instead of being a mother taking care of her daughter when she needs it. My dad was the only thing that made me happy.

As I'm thinking of everything, I feel myself caving in. Reflecting on my past makes me depressed and makes me cry nonstop. I immediately stop thinking about it and get out of the garage. I clean myself up before I walk upstairs to my room where Taylor is waiting for me to bring him clothes. I walk into my room and find Taylor on my bed, still wrapped in my towel and on his phone.

"You took forever." He says smiling.

"Sorry, it was hard for me to find them." I respond.

"What's wrong?"

Great. He noticed the puffiness in my eyes, my red nose, and the constant sniffing. I don't want him to know! I don't want to dump all of my problems onto him.

"Nothing." I lied, trying to have a casual look on my face.

"Have you been crying?" He asks.

"No. Just the amount of dust bunnies that live in my garage though. They give me allergies."

"Oh ok then. Just making sure." He says with a smile.

His happiness cheers me up. He's so sweet. He seems to have a happy life. I don't see why he would want to be with me.