The Story of Us

ten

A month after the Comic Con incident, Taylor heard a knock on her door. She opened it, and saw Chris standing in her doorway. "What're you doing here?" She sounded tired.

"I know you hate me and all, but I wanted to explain myself." He said, scratching the back of his head.

"Fine. Come in." She stiffly moved out of the way.

He moved past her, and sat at her kitchen table. She remained standing, and stared at him, her arms crossed across her chest. "What I said..." He started, "I said because I didn't want to start rumors about you."

"Is that really your lame excuse?" She snapped.

"Let me finish." He raised his hands. "I said it because I know it's only been a few months since you and Joe broke up, and I know that the media would've started saying shit if I confirmed that I have feelings for you."

"You... have feelings for me?"

"Yes." He said. "I had the biggest crush on you, and then you came up to me on the street that night, and I almost shit myself."

Taylor laughed. "I have feelings for you, too."

"So you would be okay if I did this?" He stood up, and kissed her. He leaned his head on her forehead.

"I'm totally okay with it." She said, kissing him again. He pickled her up, and carried her into her living room.

There he tripped over Meredith, and they fell onto the floor. Taylor pulled away from the kiss. "Are you okay?" Chris asked, concerned.

"I'm better than I ever was." She laid next to him, and put her head on his chest.

"Good."