| Dayna stretched, raising her arms above her head and grasping her hands. "Finally.." she said, dropping her arms. Taylor looked up from his book. "All done?" he asked. "Yeah..thank goodness. I think my fingers are bleeding." she grinned, looking at her hands. Taylor chuckled and stood up. "Here..I know what that's like.." he said and took her hands in his and began to massage them. "After hours and hours of rehearsals and writing..my fingers get sore too.." He looked into her eyes, still massaging her hand between his. "I bet they do.." she said, unable to look away, but feeling a need to bolt from the room and lock the door behind her. "Let me have the other one." he said. She obeyed, and he did the same thing to her other hand, which really did make them feel better. "Thank you again, angel." she took her hand away from his. "You better go on to bed. Don't you have things to do tomorrow?" she asked. "Got the day off, actually.." he told her. "Do you need to print that?" "Yeah, but maybe I should wait until tomorrow.." she said looking to the door that separated the two of them from the sleeping bodies inside. Taylor shrugged. "I can print it for you tomorrow, or we can do it now. They'd sleep if the superbowl was going on in here right now. You know that." "Well, it would be one less thing I have to worry about tomorrow.." she said hesitantly. "Okay then..." he grinned and went to the desk. "How do you want it to look?" They discussed it for a minute, then Taylor punched the right buttons. The printer started and they sat down on the couch to wait for it to finish. They discussed the book Taylor was reading and he was excited to find that she was just as enthralled by it as he was. Her enthusiasm made him want to finish it quickly, and start on the next one so they would have more to discuss. The printer finally stopped, and Taylor helped her organize the pages and put them together. By the time they were finished, it was really late, close to 2am. Dayna groaned when she noticed the time. "Oh lord, angel. I need to get some sleep before I tackle this house in the morning." she said with a smile. "Oh come on, Day. We're not THAT slobby are we?" he teased. "No sweetie, but your mother likes things done a certain way, and it is her house." she explained, still smiling. "And then of course there's the LAUNDRY." she giggled. "There are NINE of you.." "Oh, well. I see your point." he laughed. "Night sunshine." she smiled. "Thanks again." Taylor opened the door to let her out. "Need anything?" he asked. "No baby. Just some sleep." she smiled. "Okay. Sweet dreams, Day." he said, wanting desperately to kiss her goodnight. "You too, angel. See you tomorrow." she said and closed the door behind her. Taylor flopped back down on the couch and picked up his book. There was no way he'd get any sleep tonight. |
| Dayna flopped down on the guest bed, still fully clothed. She grabbed a pillow, shoved it under her head and hugged the other one to her chest. She tried to close her eyes and sleep, she was so tired, but Taylor's voice ws still speaking softly in her ear and his hands were still massging hers gently. She sighed and rolled roughly over. "Get a grip Dayna.." she told herself. Finally, after what seemed forever, she slept. Taylor read for a long time, but he couldn't concentrate anymore. Her hands were in his, she was still sitting at the desk, she was still smiling at him and calling him angel. He picked the book back up and tried to concentrate. After about an eternity, his eyes slowly closed as the book tipped and rested on his chest, and he slept. |
| Dayna was pulling up to the Hanson's gate at the end of the driveway when she saw Taylor sitting on the ground with his head on his knees. His arms were wrapped around them, and he did not look up even when she pulled her car right up next to him. "Whatcha doin' here sunshine? Doncha belong on the other side of the gate?" she asked, trying to get him to look up. "Day?" he slowly looked up at her, his eyes glazed over. "Angel?" she was instantly concerned. "You alright?" He slowly shook his head no. "Okay Hanson, get your ass in my car, NOW." she said, shoving the passenger door open. "Day.." he choked, out as he staggered around to the door and got in. He gave her a pleading look, as she backed down the road. "Where is your car?" she demanded. "At Tony's.." he said, looking at his hands. "Give me directions." she ordered. He told her how to get there, but she turned off before she should have. "Where are you going?" he asked, timidly, knowing she was disappointed in him. He hated that more than he would have if it would have been his parents. |
| "Coffee. You're not going home in THAT shape. You mama would kick your ass from here to Dallas and you know it. Even if you are 18 and a half..." she said. "Yeah.." was all he could manage. She pulled into the parking lot of his favorite coffee house and slammed the car into park. "Stay here.." she ordered and disappeared inside. He let his head drop back against the seat and tried to shake himself sober. He covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath. He raked his hand through his hair and silently cursed himself for letting imself get suckered into the situation he was in now. Dayna returned quickly, two bags in her hand. She got in, handed the bags to Taylor and he took them silently. He opened his mouth to say something, then thought better of it. The drove in silence until she reached a nice, small park. It was half-hidden and you had to live in the area to know that that was what it was. He wondered if her place was near, since she knew about the park. She took the bag with the coffee in it and handed him one. "Thanks." he said, out of habit. "Eat. It will help." she said and handed him a giant bagel with cream cheese on it. "Just eat it Taylor." she said, and he cringed. She used his name, she was NOT happy with him and it killed him. After about 15 minutes and his bagel was long gone she finally spoke. |