Uneasy

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Tay POV

Last night with Jenna was fucking amazing. I had never been with someone who pleased every part of me as much as she did. She had managed to distract me from all the stupid thoughts in my head, but now as I laid here in this bed staring at the ceiling, they all just crept back. I had told Jenna that everything was fine, that I was okay, but she definitely knew better. It's just, things haven't been great with me. It's not that I'm not happy, trust me, I'm fucking ecstatic, just, let me explain.

Remember Chrissy? Girl who flipped me off and stormed out of my apartment the day before tour? No? Well I didn't either, until she texted me the other day. You see, there's a whole lot more to our story than I have said. It's so damn complicated, I don't even know where to start. Take a seat, grab a drink, because shit's about to get real.

I ran into Chrissy at the mall in Liberty about a month before Warped Tour this year. I was walking out of the Vans store when this stupid girl bumped into me. Lucky for me, she was carrying a drink from Starbucks, which conveniently ended up on my shirt. Naturally, I was a pissed off Tay. Pissed off Tay isn't a Tay you want to mess with. I basically just blew up on this chick.

"Watch where you're fucking going!" I yelled at her as I pulled on my shirt so it wouldn't stick to me.

"I'm sorry, okay? Damn, who pissed in your cheerios?" she simply shook off my anger. This pissed me off even more.

"Uh, in case you haven't noticed, your drink is all over my fucking shirt!" I snapped at her, looking straight at her.

That's when I actually focused on the girl in front of me. She was slightly taller than me (but who wasn't?), and had a very thin body. Her hair was a deep auburn, and her eyes were a nice bright blue. Her lips were rosy and we're pressed into a thin line suppressing a smile. She was very, very pretty. As I kept analyzing her, the pink hue on her cheeks turned a bit darker.

"Oh shit, it is huh? You kinda work it, but just close up the shirt you have over it when you take that one off," she said with a smile on her face.

I looked at her with my "are you fucking serious right now" fake smile. Even though she said I looked good with a coffee stained shirt, which I do, I fucking work that shit, but she didn't even say anything else. It annoyed me really.

"Alright alright. I'll buy you a new shirt and you'll put it on. But remember, I have no drink because of you now," she negotiated with me.

"I have a better idea. We'll do what you suggested, but you have to treat me and yourself to coffee." I smirked at her.

I wasn't really sure if I wanted her to accept or if I just wanted to piss her off because I was making her buy me coffee. I didn't care though, I could use a little caffeine.

"Sure, Tay." She smirked back at me. I cooked my head to the side.

"You know my name?" I asked.

"Of course. I was hoping to see you this summer at Warped, but I guess I got lucky," she said.

"How old are you?" I asked, god had I flirted with an underage girl?

"22, so I guess you lucked out." She winked

I let out the breath I had been holding. "Good. Most people who listen to us are like 15, so yeah I guess I did luck out," I smirked.

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