The Elevator Tales

Chapter #1

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Tyler's POV
Taylor is beautiful. Taylor has always been beautiful. He has been beautiful since the first day I met him. You might think that I am weird for calling a guy beautiful but if you met him than you would know that is the only way to describe him. Him with his brown curly locks, blue eyes, round glasses, rosy cheeks and short, skinny body makes up the most amazing person I have ever met.

I mean right now he is walking with me, chatting about his English paper and all I can do is look at him. I think that he is the only person in the world who can make a plaid shirt with ink stains on it, khaki pants, and dress shoes look so damn good. He looks much better than any of those half naked supermodels or half naked girls who chase me around after the game.

I guess that's why I have a crush on him. It is not only that he is sooo good looking, but also that he is smart, kind, understanding, calm, hardworking and persistent. He went though so much in the past couple of years and yet he is able to still be happy. He is honestly the only one who can calm me down when I am being hotheaded or when I am pissed and he is the one that equals me out. He is my other half. My ying to my yang.

"Hey are you even listening???" Taylor said with his hand curled up in a small fist as he repeatedly hit me in the arm with it.

"Yes babe! I am!" I said lying though my teeth. I hate when I lie to him but I know that if I told him I wasn't listening he would get all pouty, stomp away from me and not talk to me for the entire day. I think I am making the right choice.

"Don't call me that!" He says in a high pitched whine as he blushes and looks away. He always hates when I call him babe but I always do it because that is my favourite nickname for him. It's also because I hope that one day he wouldn't just be my friend, but my boyfriend or even husband instead.

"So now Mr.Collins is upset because I corrected him on something. Isn't that so dumb?? If you write a mistake on the board and ask the class if they had questions than he should have known I would raise my hand and ask him if the Webster Dictionary changed the spelling." He said sounding upset after getting out of his favourite class of the day, English class.

Though he sounds upset I can see that he is actually happy. I can tell that he is happy because he has his "Lake" eyes on. Something else that is amazing about him is that his eyes change colours to match how he is feeling. I have known him so long that I have named every one of his eye colours and could recognize them in an instant. I call these warm green blue eyes, "Lake" eyes because it is the same colour as the lake beside my beach house, and it was on that beach that we first met. I also call them my Tyler eyes because those are the eye colour he always has when he is with me.

"Yes, he is being sooo unreasonable." I said as I bend down to put my head on his shoulder. I always twerk my neck when I do this because his 5 ft 2 height is more than a feet shorter than my 6 ft 3 size. But when I do this I get to feel his curls brushing up against my neck and get to be extremely close to him which makes it more than worth it.

"Stop it!" Taylor says laughing.

"What?" I ask as I continue to tickle him. I always loved the sound of his laughter and knew that by laughing he will completely forget about his worries and feel better. He breaks out of my arms with tears in his eyes.

I followed after him and said "Here is the Cookie Monster!"

"I don't have any cookies!" Taylor says trying to keep away from me. I laugh as I love the look of determination in his face even though we both know that I am faster than him.

"Don't worry I don't want cookies. I want cute boys names Taylor!" I say as I grab onto him on the waste and brings him close to me.

"Hey Tyler our game starts at 6 today! So a bunch of guys are coming to my house to get pumped up! Wanna come??" George, my linebacker asks me breaking up my and Taylor's beautiful moment.

If I haven't mentioned this before I probably should now, I am the captain of the football team and the most winningest quarterback in the province. Ever since I took the reins as quarterback last year, my first year on the team and at this university, my team went undefeated. And we wanted to do the same this year.

"So what do you say" George asks.

I don't understand why people, especially at this school think that football players are some amazing superior people. I mean everywhere I go people pat me on the back and tell me how great I did and how they are cheering for me. Even girls would throw themselves at me, everyday I find girls leaving me notes in my locker. Hell one crazy girl sneaked into my car and left me her bra with her number on it. Like I would ever want that. As I watch George walk into lockers and look surprised, even though the lockers are at the same place it has always been, I know that we aren't that amazing.

"I can get pumped up on my own!" I said as I saw Taylor trying to subtly walk away from us. I grab his body and brings his body back to mine, so close that I can feel his back on my front. I look around the hallway to  see some other players from my football team looking and waiting for my answer. I could also see other students looking at us. As football players we tend to grab people's attention. I know that he hates the attention and wants to walk out of view but I hate when he is more than a feet away from me.

"You lovebirds can go make out later!" Henry, my wide receiver, says as he and the rest of the football players start giving us kissing faces and some going as far as making fake  kissing noises.

"Maybe you should go?" I hear Taylor say. I look down to look at him and see him blushing and shaking from the anxiety of having everyone's attention on us. As much as I wanted to continue arguing I knew that for the best of him I had to do what he said.

"Yup lets go!" I say as me and the rest of the team started running down the hallway. I look back at Taylor as I go and realize that I could never be with him and that he could never feel the same way that I do. We balance each other but we are too different like night and day and I know that he is smart enough to see that and to not fall for me, no matter how much I wanted him to. Even worse he wouldn't want to date me because I would always bring attention to us and I don't want him to face the jealousy the same way that many of the other girlfriends of the players faced. As I run with the team and look back at him, I feel like I am running away from a dream. An unreachable dream that I will never get no matter how much I wanted to.