"Hey Baby." Taylor whispered, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.
"Hey yourself…" Amy smiled, putting her arms around Taylor's warm body.
"I've been thinking…" Taylor started, pulling her in closer.
"Mmm… What have you been thinking?" Amy smiled.
"What it would be like to have you forever." Taylor closed his eyes, then softly kissed Amy. The two moved closer, almost on top of one another, Taylor moving his arms up and down Amy's back.
Amy slipped her tongue into his mouth, surprising him. Taylor had always made the first move before.
"Baby, you have me forever." Amy mumbled a replied. She felt the coolness of his hands on her stomach, as they slowly moved upwards. Amy slowly took he own hands and maneuvered herself on top of her boyfriend. Taylor suddenly withdrew his hands and wrapped his arms around her, as they fell asleep in each others arms *awww… Ain't it cute?*.
Later that week in Austin, Texas, Taylor started to receive many phone calls from a person back in Tulsa. Amy was never clued in, until one night when Taylor approached her cautiously.
"Hey Tay… What's up?" Amy asked, scooting over so Taylor could sit down.
"Listen Amy… There's really no easy way to put this, so I'm just going to say it. Do you remember Stephanie, from Tulsa?" Taylor asked.
Amy nodded slowly, wondering what Taylor was up to.
"Anyways… Last months, when we were back home, I started to date her." Taylor confessed. Amy drew her breath in sharply, not knowing whether to slap him or cry.
"What?" she said, disbelieving.
"I've been dating Steph behind your back." Taylor repeated. Amy quickly slapped him in the face, then grabbed her raccoon stuffed animal and ran into the bathroom.
Taylor rubbed his cheek, softly moaning in pain. He quickly got up and walked over to the bathroom door to discover that it was locked.
"I'm guessing I deserved that." He muttered into the door.
"Damn right you did." Amy replied bitterly, sniffing.
"It doesn't mean I don't love you…" Taylor said softly, "Because I do."
"Liar." Amy muttered, blowing her nose.
"No, I mean it. I never wanted to hurt you…" Taylor started.
"No, you just weren't getting any from me so you decided to get another girl to be your play thing." Amy yelled hoarsely, throwing a towel toward the door.
"NO! Listen, I don't know why I did it, but I want to say right now that you and I are through. And this time, it's perfect. You don't have your Kendall to go crying to." Taylor said coldly, kicking the door and leaving a large black footprint.
Amy finally got the courage to open the door, and when she did, she faced Taylor with equal coolness in her eyes.
"I do believe you're forgetting one thing, dear Taylor." Amy began. She pointed to a long black belt that was on top of her suitcase.
Taylor's eyes widened, obviously forgetting that this girl, even though a good six inches shorter then him, could whoop his ass if it was her wish to do so, and obviously now was the time.
He slowly backed away, as Amy calmly walked him into a corner.
"You promised me that you would love me Taylor, but I guess that things just aren't so now, are they?" Amy quickly punched Taylor in the mouth, making sure to avoid the nose.
"I could sue you for this." Taylor replied, wiping the blood from his lower lip.
"Ahh, but you won't. Or else I'll go out with how Taylor Hanson is going out with a girl named Stephanie Harold, and that her address is 73627 48th Street. Hell, I'll even give out her personal cell phone number. I'll make her life a living hell, along with yours. Taylor, I will hate you for this." With one final look, Amy spun around, gathering her things into her suitcase.
"I'm leaving on the first flight to Detroit."