Chapter 2

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As tons of boys showed up, Taylor went to get a drink. Water, she preferred over anything else, felt amazing cold. She then took a Sharpie and wrote "Beyoncé" on her cup because, well, she WAS Beyoncé. The queen. Then comes Hazel, wobbling over, sort of losing her balance.

"Hazel... Have you been drinking..."

"Dude what're ya talking about," Hazel said, waving her right finger in the air. Taylor just rolled her eyes and led her to bed. As she puts the covers over her passed out-drunk friend, Felix walks in.

"Hey Taylor... What happened to Hazel," Felix said with a worried look.

"She got drunk and passed out, so I put her in bed."

"Oh..." Felix replied.

'God, he looks so cute, just kiss him already, Jesus,' Taylor thought.

They both stared at each other for a while. Then Taylor broke silence.

"Heh, so, um, wanna go out on the balcony with me?"

'You sound so stupid. The BALCONY? WHY?!' Taylor thought.

"Sure, why not?"

As Taylor grabbed his wrist, her hand because warm. She smiled and blushed and kept walking. She walked outside, then closed the door.

"Big moon tonight, huh," Felix nervously said.

Taylor, looking at the moon, nodded her head.

"It's so pretty. Kind of just like you."

Taylor, in shock that her CRUSH, had just told her she was 'so pretty.' Felix leaned and and so did Taylor. Their lips were about to meet when the door slid open. This, was trouble.

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