Magnetism

Timing Is Everything

Jenna POV

There's only a week and a half of tour left. The last show is going to be in New York, then we'll have a huge party at Jordan's house in Poughkeepsie. It's strange to think that in 10 days, Taylor and I will have to discuss where our relationship will go from here. It's kind of been eating me alive, the thought of us having to separate is somewhat saddening and unbearable. But she made me promise not to bring it up anymore, that we'd cross that bridge when we get to it. Besides my over thinking everything has been okay, kind of. Fans like how Tay looks in the cast because "it gives her this badass edgy look." I have to admit, she rocks the cast and she's let me doodle on it with a silver sharpie so now it looked a lot better. Surprisingly, her and Ryan have gotten along very well, they got kind of close. Sometimes I play around with her pretending I'm jealous that they talk so much.

Tay has been a little off lately. She's been nervous, anxious, and paranoid. It's worrying me but she assured me that she's fine, that everything is fine. She uses her hand as an excuse, saying it's kind of uncomfortable at times, but I don't buy it. She's still very hard headed so she won't tell me what's wrong. I just let it go because of that.

She's sitting next to me, her legs across my lap as we play a video game. I'm not paying very much attention, thus having her kick my ass completely. Not that I cared, she always won.

"Babe, at least try to beat me," she snickered.

"Sorry, love," I smiled weakly at her.

"What's wrong?" she tucked a lose strand of her behind my ear, her thumb lingering on my cheek as she stroked it softly.

I was hesitating on answering. She made me promise not to say anything about end of tour, but it was eating at me.

"I-I uh,"

"Whatever it is, you can tell me," she said.

She had moved fully onto my lap facing me. I could feel her soft breath on my lips, that's how close we were right now. My heart beat started quickening. It's funny how I've spent the last couple of months so close with her, but yet she still makes me nervous with her gentle touch.

"I just can't stop thinking about end of tour," I admitted, avoiding her eyes because last time I brought it up she snapped.

I looked up at her slightly and she had a soft smile on her face. She leaned in and kissed me softly, sweetly. I was surprised, I thought she would be upset because I brought it up.

"I promise that no matter what we decide to do, I will be faithful and be completely devoted to you. I'm so in love with you, the thought of kissing lips that aren't yours makes me physically sick," she said as she rubbed her nose softly with mine.

This was the sweetest thing she's said. It was the gentle touch, the sweet tone of her words, the emotion she was showing through her eyes, everything about this moment was perfect. I smiled at her softly and kissed her forhead. She nuzzled her face into the crook of my neck and spoke.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say."

We stayed sitting like that talking about nonsense while she fidgeted with my fingers.

"Harry Potter is the best book/movie series ever!" she exclaimed as she extended her arms in emphasis.

"Oh, I don't know. The Lord of The Rings series is pretty amazing," I said, my tone serious but the smile on my face was teasing her. She looked at me with disbelief.

"Take that back," she said in a threatening tone.

I just smirked at her and shook my head. She leaned back with her eyes closed. She leaned back close to me with her signature smirk on her beautiful lips. It brought out her cute dimples, which made me smile more than smirk.