Make Love, Make War (Tayley) |

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Hayley sat cross-legged on Zac's bed, watching him pace up and down, a joint in his hand as he brainstormed.

"So if we do a segment of how the fight against communism is affecting kids educations, it would hit closer to home but we wouldn't have a platform to speak it on. But if we do the general death rates, the children could get sad with relative deaths. What do you think, love?" Zac ranted, looking back at Hayley with hopeful eyes.

"Are you afraid of clowns?" she queried out of the blue.

"What? They're creepy, but no. Can we get back to the messages for the Parading Hippies?"

"I'm afraid of clowns. I hugged one yesterday."

Zac grabbed a chair, sitting down in front of the bed with his elbow on his knee and his hand on his cheek. "Why?"

Hayley ran her hands through her hair, nervously blushing. "Payback. I forced Taylor York to go on a ferris wheel."

"Tell me why you're blushing."

"This is awkward. I don't know why Imm mentioning it. Nothing."

"You're not over him already, are you?"

She jumped up, pouting and pulling back. "Of course not! I'm allowed to become friends with people, aren't I? It was just a 21 questions continuation!"

"You're digging your own grave here!" Zac stood up, kicking the chair back, "That sounds like a date to me."

"And what does any of this have to do with you?" Hayley shook, tears starting to come into her eyes as she saw the same with Zac.

He rolled his eyes, pointing to the family picture on his nightstand. Hayley was in it. "Because I know you're not over this! You're always fiddling with your finger and everything!"

Hayley got up, grabbing her bag. "I'm allowed to like whoever I want, and I never even said that I liked Taylor!"

"Don't try and act like you're over any of this. You were engaged, damn it!"

"I'm fully capable of moving on whenever I fucking can! I'm not gonna wallow in the past and my own self pity like you are!" Hayley yelled, stomping out of the door, slamming it shut. She lied during their entire argument.

He sat on the other side of the door, crying slightly as he laid back down on his bed, the picture on his chest.

She wiped her tears, briskly walking down the stairs.