Taylor Hanson sat at his lab top and tried to decide whether to send Page an IM or to let her initiate the conversation. Usually she'd IM him as soon as she signed online or he'd IM her as soon as he came online, but this time there was a hesitation that Taylor noticed. After a few minutes, she sent him an IM.
Borderchick2000: Hey. I really need to talk to you.
HiImTay: OK. What is it?
Borderchick2000: Alan and I had sex tonight.
HiImTay: You made a mistake.
He sent the last message and then felt his body tense up and butterflies develop in his stomach. Only a few days ago they weren't even on speaking terms and now they were having sex. His longing for her was so evident to him, how could she not know? He thought she having sex with Alan was a big mistake because she was supposed to make love with him.
Borderchick2000: How'd you know? That was exactly what I was thinking. Why do you think I made such a big mistake?
HiImTay: Because. . .
Borderchick2000: Aw, tell me! Why was it such a big mistake? Is it that obvious?
HiImTay: It just was.
Borderchick2000: You can't say something and then not explain yourself. I want you to tell me.
Taylor's explanation ran through his mind over and over, but he couldn't bring himself to let her know. He wanted to tell her that her mistake was not waiting for him. It was so simple, yet so complicated because they didn't know one another. He knew she would be persistent in wanting to know his answer, so he replied with a harsh remark.
HiImTay: Because you're a slut.
She was perfect to him and he didn't want her to be any less than that. He didn't expect her to have sex yet, specifically without him. She had broken his heart without him even knowing it. What did she owe him anyway? They still didn't know each other. She had a life and so did he. He signed off quickly and tried to forget about her.
"How do they know when we are going to arrive in New York every single time?" Zac asked himself out loud as they pulled up in front of their hotel.
"Who knows. All I know is that there's a bed with my name on it and I'm hopping in it as soon as I get in the door." Taylor sighed. He was always glad to be back in the States when they arrive from a foreign country, and New York and LA were both like a second and third home to him.
As he climbed out of the van second to last, he gazed at the fans who were eagerly awaiting his and his brothers' arrival. He smiled and tried to be pleasant while his thoughts were strictly on getting upstairs to their hotel room. His eyes struggled to stay open. A few fans noticed and backed off, but most aggressively asked questions and asked for pictures. He sweetly declined and noticed that his brothers had left him outside.
"Taylor. . ." Taylor looked around to see who said his name so quietly, yet so loud and clear.
Taylor shrugged and dismissed the voice. He was too exhausted to investigate. "Well, I gotta go, guys. Bye!"
It was followed by disappointing sounds and a few farewells. One voice stood out in his mind. It was so sweet. As if he knew already, he looked over towards the street and saw a girl rushing to get back into her car. He watched her for a second and then continued his mission for bed.
He made his way up to the hotel room and he knew he would not be getting any sleep just yet because Zac and Ike were wide awake. Their father was talking with Ike and their manager was going over their schedule for the next few days. Taylor's mind was thinking about Page as usual. He had avoided her online and her web site for three whole days, but his thoughts were filled completely and totally with her.
He automatically located the suitcase for the laptop and took it with him into the bedroom in the hotel that he shared with Zac. He did everything expertly and signed online. Of course, Page wasn't online. He checked his mail and of course, there was mail from Page.
I don't know why you reacted the way you did the other night, but all I can say is that I am sorry for whatever I did. I needed you right then and I wanted you to tell me that everything was okay, but you didn't. Maybe I'm a crackhead for expecting that from you, but I thought we were friends. I was wrong as usual. Well, I can't stand this anymore! I heard you were going to be in the city this week and that you were arriving on Thursday night. Well, if you are Taylor Hanson, I'm going to meet you. If not, I'm going to meet Taylor Hanson and you are still a friend even if you did lie to me. Here's a pic of my boyfriend and I, plus another one of just me. Gotta go!
Love,
Page
Taylor was dumbfounded. Page was there and he didn't know it. He cursed himself for not checking his e-mail or even sensing anything. How could he have been so stupid? He looked at the pictures that loaded below the letter. She was beautiful in every way. In the first picture, she was with Alan, who was a typical preppy jock, and he was holding her tightly in his arms. She had a huge smile on her face that revealed her perfect teeth. She had her light brown with a hint of strawberry blonde hair in a ponytail and beautifully bright brown eyes that showed her personality that was sweet, fun, and warm. She could not be compared to anyone he had ever seen and he knew he would never see anyone as perfect as her. He was in awe. He was attentive to every detail. Her lips were painted with lip gloss, not lipstick. She seemed to be wearing very little make up and she had on her boyfriends' Varsity basketball jacket that made Taylor cringe. He only glanced at Alan's presence and moved on to the next picture that seemed to show everything about her. She had on a yellow spaghetti strapped tank top, and her hair fell past her shoulders. She had a little more make-up and she had on a smirk on her face that seemed to be saying, "Taylor, you don't know me." Maybe it was just him being really sleepy, but the picture seemed to be talking to him. "Taylor. . ." It echoed. He flashed back to the voice.
"It was Page." He determined. It was a statement not a question. There was no doubt in his mind. He felt like hitting himself or being such an idiot. Not only did he miss the opportunity to talk to this girl that he had been longing for for weeks, he also probably made her think he was a fraud because he didn't show any recognition to the sight of her. He knew she wouldn't have come out and announced who she was because then she would have looked like an idiot if he wasn't him. He knew he had to talk to Page, but he was tired of the online thing. It was time for him meet her face to face without any bullshit.
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