Fame Comes With A Price (In Editing Process)

Scarred Skin

* As some of you may have noticed, I have deleted the previous chapter as I simply felt it was not well written, didn't make sense , and would make it incredibly hard for me to tie up all the loose ends. so here is a fresh new chapter taking off from the night Tay and Jenna confronted each other*

* 2 weeks later* 

The soft morning sun was begining to rise over the tall New York City buildings, making it's way through the window of Tay's bedroom. She groaned and rolled over onto her stomach so as to avoid the blinding ray's of light that were shining onto her face. Tay lived in a small but comfortable appartment just a few blocks away from the upper east side of New York. Tay loved living here as it was big enough to make Tay feel comfortable, but small enough for there not to be too much cleaning involved. It was located just in a small, freindly nieghbourhood just a few minutes away from the busy hustle and bustle of New York city. 

Tay's face was crushed up against her pillow as she carelessy let a line of drool escape from her mouth and drip onto her sheets. She predicted that the time was roughly 8 AM, as this was usually the time she got up on weekdays. Tay felt so tired, which was strange since for the past few weeks, all she had done was sit around in her appartment and think about Jenna. There was nothing else for her to do really. Anytime she sat down to watch a movie or go on her laptop, thoughts about Jenna would distract her and she would slowly drift away from whatever it was she was doing. When thinking about her, Tay didn't really feel anything. She just felt... empty, hollow. It was a similar feeling to being hungry but only the ache came more from her heart rather than her stomach.

There was only a month left before their big headline tour, everything had been aranged, All Time Low would be supporting them, everything was done and dusted. Only thing there was to do was wait. ' Try and get rested up, relish living in an apartment that doesn't sway during the night.' Chucky had advised her. Tay just agreed with him and had kept to herself up until now, only leaving her apartment to stock up on junk food. Jordan or Cameron or Rob or Mike  would come over sometimes but the majority of the time, Tay would just be slouched on her couch, letting the dull ache of her heart take block everything out.

When she arived back in New York with Jordan, she had just told the others that Tonight Alive were 'busy' so they couldn't do the tour. She couldn't bear to tell her band and team members the truth. Tay didn't even care about the stupid tour to be honest. The only reason she pretended she wanted them was so that she could have a valid excuse to fly out to see them. Wierdly enough, anytime the band toured, Tonight Alive always seemed to be at the other side of the world basically, and Tay's busy schedule stopped her from flying out to see them. 

 As Tay slowly got out of bed, she fumbled around her side drawer unti she found her phone and saw a text pop up from Jordan. we hav band meeting @ 3 2day. Be @ studio for 2. Don't be L8. Tay grumbled grumpily as she slowly got up, taking a moment to have a huge stretch, before quickly typing back, K, See u then. 

Tay ambled into the kitchen barefoot, wearing nothing but the long shirt she usually slept in and huge boxers perviously owned by a former boyfreind. The other guys thought it was gross that she wore the same clothing that her ex's dick was once in but Tay just rolled her eyes. The boy's always had a way of making everything gross. These beauties have spongebob squarepants on them so fuck what the guys think. They are fabulous, thought Tay to herself, grabbing a carton of milk from the fridge and taking a good, long chugg, not bothering to pour it into a glass. She was the (wo)man of the house and she could do whatever the fuck she liked. That dream was short lived when Tay gagged on her drink and had to stumble over to the sink to spit it out. Should have checked the expiry date, Tay thought as she shivered at the putrid taste of sour milk in her mouth.