I don't know what just happened, but somehow I'm in a liplock with my best friend Tay. I have to admit that this is better then anything I've ever experianced before, but it feels weird because it's Tay. The kiss is slow, but passionate. I can't believe this. It's weird. I'm trying to think, is Taylor kissing me because he just felt like it, does he want a relationship, or is this preplanned?
I'm not sure why, but we both stop. He just looks at me for a minute, blushing. I'm so confused, I don't know what to say...so I just lay there. He finally breaks the silence. "I'm sorry Lucy....maybe I should go home..." he says.

I panic. That's not what he's supposed to say! There's got to be a look of terror in my eyes because he looks at me, and then says, "......unless you'd rather I stayed here?" I just nod. He lays back down, and I stare back up at the ceiling.

"Tay?" I ask, he looks at me, "Thank you." I don't know what else to say. I never ever expected that, but I really liked it, and I've now decided that I want it again, so I lean over to him, and do it again. This time I pull away quicker, and I lay my head on his bare chest, and sort of move my hand up and down it. He is no longer Taylor. He is a toy. He is my experiment, and I start on him with research I was bound to start someday. I'm lost in confusion, and I take my hand away, but he puts it back, so then I know that this is what he wants, so I don't stop there...

I wake up in the morning, to the light piano sound. Taylor is at the keyboard, playing a new melody really softly, so not to wake me. I get up, and stand behind him. I wrap my arms around his uppertorso, and kiss the part of his neck not covered in blond hair. He's probably really surprised by this, but I figure, that it would be better to stare this new frontier in the face rather then ignoring and avoiding it like I would normally do.

He stands up, and faces me. He's still not wearing a shirt, which is incredibly sexy, and he kisses me again, just soft and quick this time, leaving me wanting more. I long to touch him again, like I did last night, and I do mean Touch him, but he's already at the other side of the room, putting a shirt on.
"Now what did you go and do that for?" I ask him. He just smiles and winks at me.

"I should probably go home" He yells, while he's already sliding down the rope. I've never understood how he does that, because he doesn't even hurt those precious hands. If Ike or I tried to slide down the rope as fast as Tay or Zac do, we'd end up screaming in pain. I guess I'm often like Ike in material ways like that.

My mind wanders back to the happenings of the night before. The bond between him and I has been lost... Something's different. Something can never go back. Taylor took something that can't be returned, but I guess its better him then anyone else...
I hop onto the rope and slowly lower myself down. We say goodbye, and Tay goes running home...I'm never gonna understand him.