Taylor flipped the small piece of paper through each of his fingers a couple of times before placing it down onto his dresser drawer. He had somehow been drawn in by not only Zayla's abstract beauty, but her complete outlook on life. He could tell that from the five to ten minutes he had spent with her that she was extremely headstrong. She knew what she wanted and when she wanted it. She knew exactly what she was talking about at all times and she wouldn't bullshit something just to hear herself speak.

It was funny how he could learn so much about someone through a small cup of mocha latte.

He also learned that he didn't like Brecken.

The guy sent off bad vibes as soon as they had been introduced. He didn't say much of anything that was directed towards Taylor. His tongue was pierced, and for some reason that completely grossed Taylor out. He could also tell that the guy was a heavy druggie, and he didn't agree with that at all.

Setting the unsettling feeling in his stomach aside, he decided that he would defiantly go to the party that Zayla was having tomorrow night. She had given him times and an address and had told him to look around for her. "That must be a plus," he said aloud.

"What must be a plus?" asked Isaac, casually walking into the room.

Taylor shook his head. "Nothing," he said. "I was talking to myself."

Isaac chuckled. "I would hope you didn't actually think there was anyone in the room with you."

Taylor rolled his eyes and stood up. He grabbed up his shoes that were recently discarded, and slid them back onto his feet. "I'm going for a walk," he said to his brother as he exited their bedroom.

He headed down the stairs and through the den, into the foyer. There, he met his father on the way out.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

Taylor shrugged. "Who knows. I'm gonna go for a walk." He took off before his father could ask him anymore questions.

He stuffed his hands inside his pockets and scuffed his feet on the hard cement as he slowly progressed down the sidewalk. Not thirty seconds after he left his driveway, he heard someone call his name from behind him. He turned to find a none too pleasing surprise.

"Taylor, wait up!" came the voice from down the street.

He stopped and waited for her. After all, he wasn't a complete asshole.

"Hi!" she said, coming up to him and wrapping her arms around his stomach. "I missed you."

Taylor smiled. "Hey Sarah," he said, giving her a quick hug back.

"So, where have you been?" she asked, taking off with him. "I've been calling your house and stuff, but you're never there."

Taylor shrugged. "I guess I've just been busy. Even though we are on vacation for a while, I still have a lot of things to do."

"Well," said Sarah, grabbing Taylor's hand and intertwining her fingers with his. "You can't find time for your girlfriend?"

Taylor sighed and pulled his hand away from her. "Sarah, come on. You know that I can't date you."

"Why not?" she asked, pouting excessively.

"Because!" Taylor said. "We have been through this before. You know I can't have a girlfriend right now. It wouldn't work."

Sarah nodded her head and sighed. "Yea. I guess I just thought that maybe you changed your mind when you were on tour."

He just shook his head.

"Well," said Sarah. "Can you at least come with me tomorrow night? My parents are taking me out to eat and they said that I can bring you, if you'd like."

Taylor silently thanked God and Zayla that he actually had plans. "Well," he said. "I've kinda got plans that night. Sorry."

Sarah sighed heavily once again. "What this time?"

"A friend of mine is having a party, and I said I'd come."

Sarah scrunched her eyebrows. "Who's having a party? No one's having a party tomorrow night. I would have been invited."

Taylor rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't know her." He looked Sarah over from her baby blue tank top and her khaki shorts to her brown sandals covering her feet. "She's not your type."

"What does that mean?" asked Sarah. "Who is this girl?"

He sighed, giving into her question. "Her name is Zayla. I met her the other day."

"What?" asked Sarah, quietly. "Please tell me you are not talking about THE Zayla. Zayla Whittiker?"

Taylor laughed. "I'm not sure of her last name, but I'm sure there aren't two Zayla's around here."

"Oh my God," she said. "Taylor, don't go to that party. You won't like it."

"How do you know?" asked Taylor, defensively.

Sarah sighed. "Look. Her and her friends are all a bunch of dumbass druggies that listen to loud music and have mass orgies. You won't like it. I'm telling you."

"How do you know this? Have you been to one of her parties, yourself? I highly doubt it."

Sarah shook her head. "No, but I do have to deal with them at school. I know what they're like. I know what she alone is like."

"Whatever," said Taylor. "The fact is that I told her I'd be there, she's expecting me. I'm not just gonna bail on her."

"She probably won't notice that your gone," said Sarah. "But I will. I really want some company at dinner."

"Great," said Taylor. "Ask Isaac to go."

She rolled her eyes. "Do you hate me or something? I have seen you with other girls in the past. You've had girlfriends before."

"No," said Taylor. "I haven't. I've been close, but they never last."

"That's because you don't let them," said Sarah. "We can last."

Taylor shook his head. "No, we can't."

Sarah sighed. "We could have. But everything went downhill after we..."

"Stop," said Taylor. "I thought we said that wasn't going to come up anymore."

Sarah threw her arms into the air. "Fine, Taylor!" she said, stopping. "Just fine. How can you loose your virginity to me, and not even care about me? I'm out of here." She turned and walked in the direction that they had come.

Taylor turned away from her and chuckled to himself. "I didn't loose my virginity to you," he said, almost loud enough for her to hear.

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