Fame Comes With A Price (In Editing Process)

The Only Exception

The clock read 04:00. About an hour passed since Tay had walked out of the kitchen. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop replaying the scene over and over in her head, each time finishing it with a much happier ending where Jenna would grab hold of her face and kiss her lips passionately, before declaring the undying love she had for her ever since they first met. 

Tay furiously pounded on her forehead a couple of times with her closed fist, trying hopelessly knock the fantasies out of her head. Perhaps the worst thing about the ordeal was when Tay turned around to slam the door shut, she caught sight of Jenna looking at her, with a look of puppy-like sadness and sympathy all over her face. Poor little American girl, she must have thought, having a crush on her straight best freind, she must be having such a hard time. 

The thought of Jenna thinking that made Tay want to scream in furstration. It wasn't fair that she was the one that fell for her. Why couldn't it be the other way round? So that she could have the satisfaction of smearing her best freind's feelings all over the ground with a look of sadness and sympathy. 

After a couple more minutes of tossing and turning in the unfamiliar bed, Tay finally got up and slipped into her jeans from last night. She didn't bother changing back into her smelly, puke stained t shirt so she just kept the large hoody on as she crept out the bedroom. 

Much to her disadvantage, the floor boards leading up past the kitchen and to the front door were incredibly creaky, and everytime Tay would take a step, it would sound like a cat was being stepped on repeatedly. When she was roughly halfway across the room, the situation got much worse as the kitchen lights were turned on. 

'What are you doing?', asked a sleepy looking Jenna as she padded towards Tay, barefoot and wearing only an oversized AC/DC tee and a pair of black Clavin Klein boxers. Tay furiously chastised herself for not thinking of climbing out the window and down the fire escape. 

' I'm going back to my place', Tay responded, her voice emotionless. 

'Please don't' , begged Jenna, taking another step towrds the brunette. ' I know you're mad but it's a really bad idea to go wandering around New York at this time. Theres so many drunk assholes out there, one of them might grab you and-'

'Fuck me over like you did' Tay finished angrily, turning towards the door. 

'Taylor, STOP!' yelled Jenna angrily as she grabbed hold of Tay's wrist, ''For the love of god! Would you please just let me-'

'No, Jen! Let go of my fucking hoody!' Tay screamed as she shook off Jenna's grip. As she turned around to leave, Tay felt two hands whirl her round with incredible force and before she knew it, the two singers were against a wall, with Jenna's lips pressed tightly against hers, kissing her with such desperation and intensity that Tay could do nothing but kiss her back. 

After a few glorious moments of intense making out, Jenna pulled away from Tay with a hint of reluctance and put her arms around the brunettes neck, staring deep into her deep brown eyes.

'I love you, you stupid, arrogant, self possesed bitch. I love you with all my heart. I have always loved you. I just didn't realise how much I loved you until now.' 

Tay stared at the blonde with a look of horror. 

'But.... I thought you were straight' 

Jenna burst into laughter, the sounds of her vibrant, melodic laugh filling up the room. ' So did I actually. But would a straight person do this?' 

She grabbed Taylor by the ass and lifted her up so that there was no longer a height difference between them, and firmly pressed her lips against Tay's. At that moment, Tay could feel fireworks errupting inside her body as the blonde gently bit on her lip. Although she had many first time kisses with guys, nothing could compare to the intense wave of lust that spread all around her body, right down to the very core of her being.