We Are Broken (Tayley)

Waking up

I woke up when I felt the bed shift next to me. Again, I expected to open my eyes to Sarah-Beth, but I almost screamed when I saw Taylor lying next to me.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I whisper-screamed at him and I could see his smirk as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Shh," he whispered back, lifting himself up so his face and shoulders were slightly above mine. I was petrified to say in the least, but I didn't object when he lowered his lips onto mine. Breathing harder, I couldn't help but to push up into the kiss. He placed a hand on my shoulder, easing closer to me. I had kissed people before, but not like this. I was still innocent in that way. I could feel a heat forming in the pit of my stomach, though, and I didn't like it.

I felt his hand slide lower, past my collar bone and further. My eyes flew open. I was breathing heavily and the warmth hadn't left, but I was alone. I sat up, thoroughly distressed. I had never felt like that before. I never wanted to, especially not about someone who I had only met one. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I decided to be sure.

'This is going to sound crazy and you're probably not even up, but were you just here in this house?' I texted him. I didn't stop staring at my phone until I got an answer.

'I've been at my own house, and I don't sleep much. Why do you think I'm at your friend's house?' He replied and I regretted asking. How could I explain myself? I decided not to, and went about that in the worst way possible.

'I can't tell you.' I said, like a dumbass.

'Oh really now? What's could be so bad that you can't tell me?' He replied and I blushed furiously. I sighed heavily, telling him that I just had a dream. That was also really stupid of me because, of course, he asked what kind of dream. Panicking, I sent back a quick 'Nothing'.

I could almost see him laughing at me. I silently cursed myself until he replied. Even in the text, I could tell he was laughing. 'Oh my god, was it a wet dream?'

'No!' I sent, but that wasn't exactly true, so I added 'Not exactly', but that was worse, so I decided to make it even worse and add 'Shut up! We didn't even go that far!'

The blush was almost painful now. It was replaced by confusion when I got the next message, however.

'If you're not busy, we should meet up at the park' I read. There was only one park so I knew where he meant. It was the same place where the woods were that Sarah-Beth, Jeanette, and Nicki had gotten high in last Friday. I wanted to ask why, but I wasn't sure I'd get a straight answer. So I just told him I was on my way and left, stopping briefly to tell Sarah-Beth, who was naturally awake, that I was going home.

I almost felt too tires to drive, but I wanted to know why Taylor wanted to see me and I was already driving so I didn't want to text him.

When I got to the park, I left my car and sat a few feet into the grass. I was still wearing my jeans and t-shirt from earlier, which wasn't a problem but I started feeling dirty if I wore the same clothes for too long. A car pulled into the lot, parking next to mine, and he got out. He came and sat next to me, a smug grin plastered on his face. I didn't want to say anything that he could relate to the dream so I started with something I had been wondering.

"Why does Jay call you Yorkie?" I asked.

"My last name is York," he spoke, and even though he was facing straight ahead I felt like he was watching me. "I never did learn your last name, did I?"

"Williams," I told him, and he laughed silently.

"I used to have a hamster named Williams. But, you must tell me what happened in this dream. I'm dying to know."

I blushed again. It was worse with his eyes on me. "I just woke up and you were there, then you kissed me and base two. I woke up after that."

He snorted. "Base two was enough to wake you up? You're innocent, aren't you?"

"I guess," I could barely bring my voice to over a whisper. His beautiful eyes were still on my and I would have given anything then to know what he was thinking. He probably thought I was a joke, or some stupid girl. Sarah-Beth always looked like a model, after photoshop and everything, but I wasn't like that. I wasn't even wearing makeup now and even with it I wasn't very pretty.

He smiled softly at me. "Williams, I don't know what it is about you, but there's something that makes me really want to change that."

This one was pretty weird, but we're back to meth in the next chapter, if it helps. I hope you liked it! Thank you so much for reading it! I love you all!