"Okay, you can look now." Taylor told Jaimie as he parked the car and turned off the engine. She smiled slightly and opened her eyes slowly, while Taylor watched her face for her reaction. "Oh MY gosh! Tay! I didn't know anybody else knew about this place...it's been so long since I've been here.." she exclaimed. She grabbed his hand and squeezed, trying hard not to laugh at his pouty expression. "What?" she couldn't quite stifle her laugh. "Damn it. I was trying to be original here.." he said and then smiled  when he saw the warm sparkle back in her eyes. "You were original.." she couldn't help kissing his cheek before she sprang from the car and shook out her hair, looking around the little park with the small man-made pond and beat up picnic tables. "Well get out silly.." she called to him when he didn't emerge from the car fast enough. He raised his head and gave her a wicked grin. "YOU may be able to function with no sleep and no food, but apparently I," he placed his hand on his chest, "am a wimp." he held up the bag he'd stopped for earlier and shook it. "All I can say is there better be some coffee in there buddy.." she laughed and walked around to help him with the burden. "Yup." he said and handed her the smaller bag with the covered cups. "Oh, thank you." she smiled up at him, squinting in the now bright sunlight. "I thought I smelled some. I'm sorry, Taylor. I've been very selfish this morning." she said softly. "It's alright, Jame. I understand." he said, and leaned to kiss her cheek. "I just wanted to see you smile." Jaimie quickly looked away and ran her hand through her hair. Taylor thought it was funny that her nervous habit was the same as his, and grinned, though he wondered what she was so afraid of. "Please tell me you're hungry now." he chuckled as he followed her to the table closet to the car. She turned to him and smiled. "I could eat, why?" she asked. "My mother always says you shouldn't shop when you're hungry. Now I know why." he laughed. She leaned over and peered into the bag. "There's enough here for me. You better go back to the store, Tay. I've seen you eat." she teased. "Oh great. We go from complete silence to this. C'mere smart ass.." he teased back and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her against him. She squeaaled and tried to struggle out of his grip. "I though you were HUNGRY.." she laughed as he took a handful of her hair and tugged gently, making her look up at him. "I am..." he said, smiling. "But I want this more." he growled and pressed his lips to hers, using his grip in her hair to pull her mouth fully onto his. To his delight, she responded immediately, instantly relaxing and letting her arms snake up around his neck. Her fingers tangled in the ends of his hair as she opened her mouth to let him in, as he backed her against the table. When she felt her backside make contact with the table top, she lifted herself to sit on it, Taylor gripping her waist to help her. She scooted back and parted her legs, so he could settle himself between them. His breath became ragged as he hands slid underneath his t-shirt to caress his bare skin. Suddenly al he wanted was to lay her back on the picnic table and make love to her, as many times as she would let him. He struggled to get control over his body and his mind, remembering that he'd told her that he wanted more than just sex, as mind-blowing as it was with her. He pulled back and relaxed his grip in her hair. "Mmm.." he murmured into her hair when she followed his lead and slowed down. Taylor had no idea what to say, but their stomachs growling in unison broke the silence for him. Jaimie burst into a fit of girlish giggles, making him laugh. "Maybe we better eat." he chuckled.

"Hmm..maybe." she chuckled, then leaned back and grabbed the bag, peering inside it carefully. Taylor laughed out loud. "Do you think it's safe?" he asked, when she looked up at him. "Huh?" she gave him a questioning look. "You look like my sister's cat. Jessica always leaves bags of her junk laying around, then the cat goes looking inside and gets herself stuck.." he grinned. "Oh SHUT UP!" Jaimie laughed, slapping him affectionately on the arm. She shoved the bag at his chest. "Knock yourself out, bud." she told him and turned so he could sit next to her. "Thanks. You first." he grinned as he sat next to her and pulled out the biggest variety of junk foos she'd seen since she got out of high school. "I'm gonna have an ass the size of Dallas if I keep having all my meals with you." she shook her head and grabbed a doughnut, then took a huge bite. "You're not acting worried." he joked. "Taylor Hanson, you are a shit. Maybe next time I won't make my daddy be nice to you. He is ALMOST as bad as Jimmy was." she said and took a swallow of her coffee. Taylor chewed on that bit of information along with his bite of doughnut, and became even more curious about her brother. He wondered what he'd find out, if he could keep her chatting long enough. Jaimie intrigued him, and he found himself anting to know EXACTLY what made her tick. And he wanted to know why she was so afraid of letting herself get CLOSE to him. She had absolutely NO trouble with the physical part, but she was terrified of the rest. And the REST was what he wanted with her. She wanted it with him, too. He could feel it. He took another bite of his doughnut and sipped from his coffee as she chatted on a little more about her brother. He discovered that this park was a frequent outing for Jaimie, her mother, and her brother, when Jaimie was small. He also found out that she'd been in California, with her brother, during the same time he and his brothers had been working on the album before last. "Did you like L.A., Jame?" he asked out of curiousity. "Hell no." she answered quickly. "Well yeah...I take that back. The weather rocks, surfing is cool, plenty of places to hang out and party, but the people SUCK. Especially, high and mighty, dumb ass music industry executives who think they know what musical talent is, but are more concerned with how fucking FAT they can make their wallets." she managed all in one breath. She took another deep one and blew it out slowly. "Sorry." she grinned sheepishly. "It's cool, Jame." he answered. "I know what you mean." Her head snapped up and she looked intently at him. "Yeah. I guess YOU would. But I have always thought you guys were great. Fuckers wouldn't know GOOD if it bit 'em on their stupid marble-sized balls." she muttered. "Damn Jaimie." Taylor chuckled. "Was it really that bad?" he asked. "Not for me, but for Jimmy it was. Taylor he was SO great. So much talent, wasted." she sighed and set her remaining doughnut down. "I played because it was what Jimmy and I DID. He was my best friend. I would have backed him up till the day I," she stressed the pronoun, "died. We had this weird unspoken sense of timing, we always knew where the other one was, musically as well as mentally. Jimmy wanted it ALL, the big record deal, money the whole enchilada." she grinned up at Taylor. "We were here to visit our parents, and I think Jimmy was working on Momma to send a little money back with us. We were going back to live on the beach if she didn't. Wouldn't have mattered to me, I would have worked a job there, the same as I do here, but Jimmy spent every waking moment writing, or trying to get us gigs ANYWHERE." she told him, and Taylor stayed quiet knowing he was about to hear about what killed her brother.

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