Making It (On Hold Indefinitely)

2.1

2.1

She couldn't skate. Which didn't surprise me one bit, especially since she had the chance to fall all over me and Taylor. It had me wondering if she chose the activity just so she could have an excuse to get close to him. After about five minutes though I get annoyed with the amount of times she'd trip over nothing, fall into him and then laugh. So I skated ahead just to get away from it. To get away from the hotness swirling in my stomach and boiling the blood in my veins.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket and when I pulled it out I rolled my eyes upon seeing my dads name. Though I slide it over and answer his call anyway, shifting out of the way of someone.

"Hey," I greet with an airy smile, eyeing the bench coming up ahead. I could sit there and wait for them to eventually catch up.

"Hey, how's it going?" I immediately get pulled back to a few years ago when life was somewhat simple. I had my mother in my life and my only problems was online classes. My smile gets bigger until it bubbles into a laugh.

"It's going good. Thanks for asking." I lull in to a stop and slide onto the bench, more like fall on to it.

"How's Taylor?" He questions and I look down from where I came. Taylor and Bonnie were stopped getting an ice cream from a vendor. I watch has he hands over a few dollar bills as bonnie licked at her popsicle.

My stomach twists. They looked cute together. Probably way better than what I looked liked standing next to him. Having been here for a little over a month the peach tones in his skin has turned brighter, a deeper shade. While I still looked a little pale next to him. Bonnie seemed to glow by his side especially when she laughed.

"He's good too." I tear my gaze away from them and stare down at the wheels beneath my feet.

"How did he take the news?" My dads voice gets a little somber and I feel a little lump clump in my throat.

"We cried." I state, squinting up at the sky. "I think he took it hard in that moment because it seemed so much more real coming from me. But he's been himself. Not sure if he's pretending or if it just doesn't effect him the same way." I drop my gaze again and my dad sits in silence for a bit. I glide my feet back and forth for a bit waiting for his reply.

"How are you holding up? Now that you're with him?" He asks and I press my lips together, looking down and spying that they've closed most of the distance between us.

"I dunno," I stand up from the bench. "I still feel like I'm in this alone. Like it's my fault, but it's barely been a day since it happened. I'll let you know before I get back home. But I have to go." I smile and wave as Bonnie waves at me. It's a forced smile of course.

"Okay, but don't beat yourself up about this. That's exactly what your mother did, it's kind of what tore us apart." My eyes widen at this news and I wanted to know more. My mother had a miscarriage??

Before I could say anything, Taylor was spinning around me and wrapping his arms around my waist. Tugging me with him as he settles us back on to the bench.

"Have fun okay. You're still young. There's plenty of time for you to have a baby. Preferably when you two have more foundation beneath your feet and your own home. For now just enjoy being in each other's company. I love you." He says and my head was still swirling.

"Love you too." I furrow my brows.

"Bye." The phone clicks dead and my phone is plucked from my fingers and replaced with a pink popsicle.

"Strawberry for my sweet berry." Taylor hums, leaning in and pressing a smirk filled kiss against my cheek.

"Thanks." I smile over at him. He steals a kiss from my lips before I can turn away. I struggle to keep my smile on my lips as I move to remove the plastic wrapping.