Bad Idea (Kaylor) | Completed

Chapter 7: Fix it

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Hey guys! New chapter, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. There's a lot happening in this chapter and shit's about to go down. Comment your thoughts if you like :)

"You're drunk," Taylor said, squeezing tighter on Karlie's hand to keep her from trying to climb a tree they passed.

"I'm high," Karlie disagreed with a giggle through heavy lidded eyes.

"You're both," Taylor said, suppressing the smirk creeping into the corners of her mouth. It was a quiet night, surprising for such a crisp Saturday. Karlie grinned at her.

"This is a great day," Karlie said softly.

"I'm glad," Taylor said. She took Karlie's hand and lead her into their dorm, trying to pass the security desk and swipe in as quickly as possible.

Karlie's sober facade cracked the moment she crossed into her room. Taylor hardly had the time to close the door behind her before a fit of laughter had Karlie curled onto her bed.

"I think it's time for you to go to sleep," Taylor chuckled.

"I don't want to," Karlie rolled over on to her back to face Taylor, defiantly.

"Oh no?" Taylor laughed.

"No. I want to talk."

" You want to talk?" Taylor asked.

"Mhm." Karlie hummed. She sat up, pulling up the hem of her half buttoned cardigan until it was stuck covering her face, evidently tangled into her long hair, grunting as she struggled.

"Oh my god, Kar," Taylor laughed, rushing to her side. "What are you doing?"

"It's hot," she said, still trying to shrug her way out of the garment. For a moment, Taylor watched her, amused and bewildered by the girl she thought she knew. Tonight, it became obvious that she was missing crucial evidence that added up to who Karlie was as a person. This was another missing piece. Though, now, Taylor was more confident than ever that in due time, those pieces would be filled. She smirked and grabbed the end of the sweater, pulling it off in one motion. Karlie smiled breathlessly at her. "Thanks."

"It has buttons, you know," Taylor said, holding the sweater up to her.

"Fuck buttons," Karlie laughed, tossing herself back down to the bed. Taylor sat near her legs, watching as she stretched lazily, letting out a little moan as she arched her back.

"Bed time?" Taylor asked, trying hard to sound casual.

"Why are you so far away?" Karlie asked, patting the space next to her with a loud thump.

"I'm not," Taylor said, forcing a chuckle. Karlie looked as if she was going to argue, but instead, she sat up and grabbed Taylor by the shoulders to pull her down next to her. "Kar," Taylor laughed.

"Look, this is so much better," Karlie said, shifting to make as much room as possible for Taylor. "See?" They laid inches from each other. Karlie was flattened, back against the wall, and Taylor almost felt like telling her to come a little closer. "It's good, right?" Karlie asked, smiling at her again.

Taylor couldn't help but smile back, nodding as a cool hand rested on skin of her waist she hadn't realized was exposed. "What did you want to talk about?" She asked.

"I don't know," Karlie laughed lightly. "I just didn't want you to go yet."

Taylor bit back a grin. She wanted to ask something, to get Karlie to confirm that she meant what she said, that she liked having Taylor around. It might've been the first time she had ever been in Karlie's company without feeling like she was intruding, but she wouldn't push anymore. It wouldn't be fair, not when she was sober and Karlie was a few different types of fucked up. "I never would've pegged you for a cuddler," Taylor teased, glancing down at the spot where Karlie had tightened the grip on her waist.