Baby Blue - A Taylor Lautner love story

Nothing - Chapter 9

"Zoe," I feel a nudge in my left shoulder. "Zoe wake up," Taylor murmurs. I stretch my arms out and yawn.

"Oh my god! Did I stay here all night?" I ask and he nods smiling. "Why didn't you wake me up? I would've gone back to my room," I say pulling the quilt off my legs.

"Don't worry, it's cool, you weren't bothering anyone, and I didn't realise you were asleep until I pulled my arm from around you and you slumped against me," He chuckles and I throw my face in my hands.

"Oh my god!" I squeal. "I'm the ugliest sleeper though," I mutter, a blush rising to my cheeks.

"You are not," He says and I smile,

"That's sweet,"

"That's the truth,"

"Oh shut up," I mutter under my breath.

"Do you want to go downstairs and get some breakfast?" He asks and I nod.

"I can't be bothered getting changed, let's just go now,"

I open his door and walk out, holding the door open for Taylor and closing it after him. "Oh my god!" Kristen squeals.

No, no no no no no no. Great, we're going to cop it. Or I'm going to cop it.

"You stayed in his room last night?" She asks grabbing my shoulders "There is only one bed! Ohhh you two," She says and we all laugh.

"What?" Rob says walking up behind Kristen.

"Zoe stayed in Taylor's room last night," She says and his eyes open wide, almost like his eyes are going to pop out of his head.

"Really? And what did you two get up to?" He asks nudging Taylor in the ribs.

"Nothing," I say, defending myself. "I mean it nothing," I say louder.

"Right," She nods and I shoot her a pleading look.

"One does not simply stay in anothers room and not do anything," She says in a funny voice and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, we're going to get some breakfast. We'll see you later," I mutter pulling Talylor by his wrist away from Kristen and Rob,

"That was awkward," I sigh and he nods.

"Yeah,"

"Especially because we didn't," I say pressing the elevator button.

"I know, you won't be able to change her mind though, or she'll believe you but not tell you and give you crap about it for the rest of your life," He snickers as the doors open.

"Great, can't wait for the rest of my life now," I say in a sarcastic tone.

After breakfast, we go back up to his room and eat it. Then I reluctantly go back to my room and have a shower get changed, all of that stuff that takes up precious time.

There's. a knock at the door and I stroll over and open it, pushing on the handle to reveal Kristen standing there with a wicked smirk plastered on her face,

"Hey!"

"Hiya," She chuckles,

"Hey, um, what did you want to talk about? Last night," I ask her and she sighs.

"Nothing, don't worry," She says sitting down on the couch and spreading her arms out. Yeah, sure, make yourself at home,

"Why don't you guys stay here? There is a couch in here?" She smirks a hinting smirk, and I shrug.

"I think so the room service is to his account, not mine," I say and she nods.

I walk over and sit on the bed and face in her direction. "He really likes you, you know?" She says looking out the window.

"What? How do you know?" I ask, very entrigued.

"He told me," She says looking at me. A smile wants to form on my lips but I hold it back,

"Really?" I ask and she nods.

"Really, and he wouldn't say anything if he didn't mean it,"

"I really like him too," I mutter and she comes over and sits next to me.

"You two, are perfect for each other," She says,

"But we've only known each other for a week," I say and she nods.

"But still. That doens't change the fact that he really likes you," She says and the words bounce around in my head.

"Is that what you wanted to say last night?" I ask and she nods.

"Okay then. We actually didn't do anything last night," I defend and she laughs.

"I know, it's just fun to give you crap about it. I got back to my room and laughed so fucking hard, it's ridiculous," She says and we both start laughing

"Thanks," I mutter giving her a fake smile and then pull it back to a scowl. She looks at me and starts laughing again, "Taylor said you'd do that,"

"Don't worry I won't tell anyone else,"

"Good!" I say slapping her arm.

"Ouch," She says slapping me back, "What's with all of this hitting! And I'm always the one in the middle of it!"

We have laughing fits like you used to at sleepovers when you were in 7th grade until I look to the clock and notice the time,

"Alright, I gotta go," I say standing up and grabbing my jacket and putting my shoes on.

"Where?" She asks walking to the door and opening it.

"David wanted to see me at 11," I explain and she nods.

"Get going then," She says pushing me out the door.

I try to think about other things but the only thing I can think about is Kristen's words,

"He really likes you, you know?"