Falling For You

Chapter 3

I woke up with the bright sun shining through the blinds. I grabbed my crutches which were by the bed. Wait,where am I. I look around the room,it wasn't mine. It was cleaner and nicer than mine. There were shelves with hats on them. A guitar in the corner of the right side of his room. Then there was a studio. Which had a microphone,more guitars,drums,and lots of other stuff. I now remember we didn't know who he should leave me with,so he probably brought me to his house. I looked at the room again. By the bed was a dresser. It had a picture frame on it. And in it was a picture of me and him when we were at the beach in 3rd grade. I'm surprised he actually has that. I thought he would've forgotten. I decide to go and ask himif I can borrow his phone to call Blake to come pick me up. Blake's actually my best friend. It's like if he replaced Chris. But no,that can't happen. He cannot replace memories. When I opened the door,there were stairs leading probably to a living room. How am I going to get down? I realized there was a phone shaped like a football on the same dresser that I saw the photo with me and him on. After about three rings I someone answered the phone, "hello?" A groggily voice asked on the other line. "Oh,sorry Blake,I didn't know you were still asleep." I said. " Taylor?" He asked. "Yes?" Was my reply. "Why are you using Chris's house phone?" Blake questioned. How did you know?" I asked. "We used to be friends." He said. "Oh." "Watcha need?" He asked. "I was wondering if you could come and pick me up at his house." I replied "what are you doing at his house?" He asked. "Nothing,just come pick me up you idiot." I said. "Ok,ok,I'm going."he said.

Blake's pov:

I was sleeping peacefully until my phone started ringing. It was Chris. I hate him. He stole my girlfriend from me in the eighth grade. She left me for him. I wanted her to be happy,so I didn't argue back. I missed her a lot. And then the next year, he broke her heart. The next thing I knew,she was wearing tighter dressers,shorter skirts. She slept with a lot of goys. Going to parties and sucking faces with different guy at each party. One night she called me and said she couldn't take it anymore. She said she loved me and thanked me for that small infinity that we had. But in that conversation she said she was going to commit suicide. I drove to her house as fast as I could,but when I got there,there was an ambulance and a paramedic team putting a black body bag on a stretcher. I new who it was. I shut everything out all of those months, Taylor and I became closer after that. She helped me through it all. Anyways,back to the phone call.

"Oh,sorry Blake,I didn't know you were asleep." Taylor appolagized. "Taylor?" I asked. "Yes?" She said in a questioney voice. "Why are you using Chris's phone?" "How did you know?" She asked. "We used to be friends." I replied. "Oh." ""Watcha need?" I questioned. "I was wondering if you could come pick me up." She said. There was a little pause. "At his house." She finished. "What are you doing at his house?" I asked,stopping wat I was doing. "Nothing,just come pick me up you idiot." She said while joking. "Ok,ok,I'm going." I said. After that I grabbed a random shirt,some dark pants,and my Michael Jordan's,brushed my teeth,put some deodorant on,and put my hair in a quiff. I ran downstairs and into my Volvo. I started driving. What was she doing at his house,how do they know each other,did they,you know?

I was knocking on Chris's door rapidly until he came and opened the door. He was wearing no shirt on,just pants. I just rolled my eyes. "Where's Taylor?" I asked. "Oh,hey Blake,just let me go get her. He went.

Taylor's pov:

I was sitting on Chris's bed,waiting for Blake to come and pick me up. Then I heard a knock on the door. "Come in." I said. "Hey,um,Blake's outside here for you,if you don't want to leave I can tell him. Have you been crying?" He asked. "Huh,oh,no,that's from the rain." I said while pointing to my mascara. "Oh,well about your eyes?" He questioned. What's wrong with them. That's when I forgot about my contacts. "Zumba,where is your bathroom?" I asked. "Downstairs,let me help you." He said. He picked me up bridal style again and started walking downstairs. I sniffed him again. I love his sent. "Ok,it's right here." He said while handing me my crutches. "Thanks ya." I said. He laughed and said your welcome. "And if you need anything just tell me." He said. I replied with an okay. After that I grabbed some toilet paper,put some water on it and rubbed my face until the mascara came off. Next I took the contacts out of my eyes and threw them in the trash an beside me. It's a good thing I have a lifetime supply. For some reason when I don't wear my contacts my eyes are a brighter blue. I know,it's weird. It's hard to see withought them,but I'm not totally blind. There,now I just need to go home,and change these cold,wrinkled cloths. My dad was on a business trip. So Skylar,Katie,Laura,and Emily are all home. Just what I need. I opened the dorr to revil Chris's hand up in the hair about to knock." Woah,don't hit me in the face." I said while smiling,and still holding onto the sink.i grabbed my crutches and just stood there. "Sorry." He said. "That's ok." I said. We were now walking side by side to the front door. "You know I had such a great day yesterday." I said. "I'm sure you did." Chris said sarcastically but jokingly with a smile on his face. We stopped walking. I looked at my surroundings. I guess we are in the living room. There was a silence. I was looking at the ground until I felt someone staring at me. I looked through the the long,brown screen made of hair at Chris. He was staring at me. I looked at him. "You have beautiful eyes." He said while staring into my now lighter than light blue eyes. "Thank you." I said while blushing and looking away. "Woah,Taylor did you know you have a big bump on your head?" Chris asked. He got closer to me and touched the lump on my forhead. His touch leaves tingles while he touches my forhead gently. "No." I said. He put his hand to the side. "You know none of this would've happened if I didn't smile at you,right?" He questioned. "It's not your fault....I'm just really clumsy." I said while smiling. He smiled back. We just stood there,smiling stupidly at each other. Send then I heard someone clear there throat by the doorway. I looked. It was Blake. I looked back at Chris. I didn't realize our lips were just inches apart. I took a step back while blushing and looking at the ground. I saw from the corner of my eye that Chris was doing the same. "Well we should get going." Blake said,breaking the silence. "Well bye Chris." I said while giving him a small wave but a huge smile. This might be our last time talking each other,and I don't want that to happen. "Bye Taylor,see you at school tomorrow." He said. Blake and I walked out of the house and into Blake's car. "What happened?" He asked,pointing to my cast. "I slipped and fell on my ankle." I replied. "Oh. Well why were you at his house?" He questioned. "He was taking care of me for the night." I said. There was a small pause. You know Taylor,you shouldn't hang out with him." Blake said. "Why?" I asked. "You know why." He said,his voice getting loud. "You're not my brother." I said,my tone also getting loud. "I know. But I also know that Eathon wouldn't want you talking to him either." He said. "Exactly,you're not Eathon. And he would actually be happy that I'm talking to Chris again. And I know Chris's heart. He wouldn't do anything to hurt me. So quit telling me what to do." I said. "I'm just saying I don't want your heart broken by him,I know what it leads up to!" He yelled. We were now just a few blocks down my house. "Yeah,well he changed,and not all girls are suicidal!" I yelled back. I regretted it as soon as those words came out of my mouth. But I didn't care,I was angry, I put the regret to the back if my mind. "That's it. I'm done here. We're going to get this cleared up." He said, facing me. "You're right. We are done here." I said while opening the car door and getting out with my one good foot and of course crutches. I started cruchiting or walking down the sidewalk. Which thanks to the car is like two blocks down."Taylor,get back in the car." Blake said. "You have a hurt ankle. '"No. I said." Trying to stand my ground. "You know what,fine,I'm not going to argue with you anymore." He said in an angry tone. After that he drove off,finally leaving me alone. After walking down to my house,I knocked on the door and waited until someone opened the door. When someone opened it, I walked strait into the bathroom. I goner ing everyone asking me where I have been. I was getting better at this walking with crutches thing. I slammed the bathroom door and locked it. I set my crutches down and carefully slid my back down the wall. Exhausted of walking. I put my knees to my chest,my head in my hands. I thought about what I told Blake. Uuuugh! I hate myself. I told Blake not all girls are suicidal! I'm so fricken stupid and mean! First it was Emily,now Blake! But I was right about knowing Chris's heart. I've known him forever. And about Eathon,he loved hanging with Chris. He even thought that one day Chris and I would become a couple. It surprised me really. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging at the door. "Please go away." I said. "Taylor?" I heard two small voices ask. I carefully move away from the door,still sitting down and unlocked the door. I have monkey arms. "Come in." I said. Katie and Laura came in,my two little twin sisters who are both 6 years old. "Hey." I said giving them a fake smile. I closed the door and locked it back. Katie started giggling. "Why are you sitting on the floor!" She asked me in between laughs. Why do kids think that every small thing is funny. It doesn't annoy me. It's actually really adorable. "I'm just thinking." I said. Both of them went to sit on me on opposite sides. Katie has blond hair,dark brown,and very stylish. Laura,Katie's twin sister has dark brown eyes also,jet black hair,and she's funny,just like my brother. "Whatcha thinkin about?" Laura asked. "About stuff that makes life unfair." I said,looking at her. "Life isn't unfair. It's a happy and magical place." Katie said. Just wait Katie. At this age you're going to want be a balleriana,then at eight a vetanarian,then at ten a teacher. At the age thirteen,you're going to want to be pretty. And at the age 16, you're going to want to be dead. "Girls,where are y'all? We need to get the pizza before dad gets home!" Skylar yelled. "Coming,Katie yelled. "Don't tell them I'm here,okay?" I said. "Okay." They whispered. They quietly snuck out of the restroom. I closed and locked the door again. This isn't my quiet place. I have one that no one knows aboug but me under the stairs. It has a tv,drinks,ood,and everything. I decided to grab some towels to jse as blankets and pillows which were under the sink's bottom cabinet. I laid one on the floor,and made a pillow with the other. I covered myself up to keep warm and closed my eyes.