Make You Smile

Millennium baby.

January 3rd 2000

Taylor's P.O.V

I sighed as I reread the letter over and over again. Mark. My heart ached. I knew I had to speak to him. I missed him. A lot. Oh Mark I could never hate you.

"Taylor,

I'm really sorry. Please talk to me. Even if it is just to shout at me and hate me.

Mark xox"

Tom and I had been hanging out and we'd had sex a few times. He made me feel happy. I felt a lot better. And I think Tom did too. I was flying back to England tomorrow. And Tom was flying out to Australia in a few days too. I was going to his house later to say goodbye. 

Mark's P.O.V

Skye and I had just come in off the slopes. We were freezing. And I was starving.  We were sitting on the couch. I was eating pizza and Skye was drawing me a dissapproving look.

"How can you eat that? Pepperoni is the most disgusting thing." Said Skye as she shuddered.

I shrugged.

"No way. Well...what do you have on pizza? If you say pineapple we'll need to have words." I teased. 

Skye shook her head.

"Pizza is ok but I don't eat it a lot. I'd get fat." She said simply.

I frowned. A memory filled my mind of watching Taylor pick pineapple off Tom's pizza and eating his after she'd finished her own. Taylor didn't care about getting fat. She never had.

"Well who cares. It tastes good?"

Skye laughed. It was a high girlish giggle. Very different from Taylor's.

"I do. Getting fat is gross." She said as she poked my stomach.

"You think I'm fat?" I asked self consciously. Suddenly very aware of how insecure that sounded. She was just joking around right?

Skye shook her head.

"Not really." She said with a shrug.

I frowned deep in thought. So that was not the kind of answer you wanted to that question.

I knew I was a little chubby but I hadn't felt self conscious about it in a really long time. Not since...Taylor.  She thought I was hot. She told me that. A lot.  Maybe she only told me that because she was too nice to tell the truth like Skye.

"So how long until I see you?" Asked Skye.

Her voice pulled me out of my internal monologue.

"Six weeks. Then we're taking a break."

Skye rolled her eyes.

"You guys don't take breaks."

I nodded.

"This time we are. Thing are getting too crazy." 

Skye laughed.

"That's the time you should never take a break. Here today gone tomorrow right?" 

I frowned.

"You think we should start writing again so soon?"

Skye shrugged and twirled her blonde hair around her fingers.

"One successful album doesn't guarantee a second if you don't keep working. You know how the industry is. Following up success is more important whilst you're still riding the crest of the wave. You can take a break after that right? Just my opinion."