Post by taylor on Feb 5, 2012 16:30:34 GMT -5
there was something about mary jane that was different to everyone else that taylor had ever met. ever since they’d first met, all those years ago, even before they’d started dating, she’d made him feel weird, in a good way he supposed, and nobody after that had ever successfully managed to conjure up those feelings in him again. maybe it was her smile, or her laugh, or the way that she’d look at him when it was growing dark and they were too immersed in each other to realise anything else – taylor couldn’t quite tell you. all he knew was that nobody, not even his ex fiancée amelie, had ever made him feel anything close to that since he’d broken up with mary jane. and it had been an amicable split, one where they promised each other hey we’ll stay friends, just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean we can’t still hang out, but it didn’t take long for any contact they had tried to sustain to fizzle out. they’d both gotten on with their lives, as much as they possibly could, and soon after taylor had found amelie. he had loved amelie. maybe not in the same way he had loved mary jane, but he had still fallen in love with amelie, and figured that maybe mary jane wasn’t the be all and end all to his happiness. and maybe that was where the story could have ended, with taylor and amelie having their happily ever after, but it hadn’t worked out quite like that. the best thing to come out of that relationship was taylor’s daughter, quinn. it was weird, still, to think that he was a father, that he was responsible for somebody other than himself, but somehow taylor had adapted to it. he really owed all that to mary jane. after that night when amelie had kicked him and quinn out, called off the engagement, and the relationship, and left them out in the streets – ever since taylor had moved in with mary jane, things had seemed so much easier, and those weird feelings had started to come back.
taylor was noticing them now. he was sat very close to mary jane, so close that he could feel her pressed up against him, their bodies fitting perfectly against each other. it seemed that, no matter how comfortable taylor told himself he could be if he was “just friends” with mary jane, his entire body betrayed him every chance it got. they’d finally gotten a night to themselves, as amelie was looking after quinn – it had finally gotten to the point where taylor had supposed that amelie was quinn’s mother, and should be trusted to look after her properly – and yet he couldn’t properly relax. every time he looked at mary jane, or felt her shift beside him, he was just reminded by how much he wished they could be more than friends. but he ignored it, as much as he could, because he knew that mary jane had no doubt moved on by now; it had been years since they’d dated, after all, and in that time taylor had gotten engaged to somebody, so it was only logical that mary jane could have done the same by now. besides, he didn’t want to ruin what they had right now. he considered mary jane quinn’s mother, even if he hadn’t actually told her this himself (for fear of scaring her off, or pushing her into something she didn’t want to be) and sometimes, taylor kind of felt like they were a family. maybe a weird sort of one, where the parents weren’t actually together, but a family nonetheless. and he liked it, liked it a lot, liked it enough to want to grab onto it forever and make sure it never slips through his fingers. so, because of that, taylor didn’t mention anything of the funny things mary jane did to his head or his heart or his stomach, nor did he ever tell her just how hard it was to sit beside her and pretend they were just friends. he just focused on the movie, and made a couple of stupid comments that he couldn’t stop slipping through his mouth.
halfway through the movie, just when taylor was about to sink back into the cushions and properly relax, the phone rang. it’s shrill tone cut straight through taylor’s head, and made him jerk up slightly into more of a sitting position than where he was before, slumped against mary jane. at first, he decided to just ignore it, because he was enjoying this night far too much to disrupt it already. but the phone rang, and rang, and when it finally stopped, it paused only for a few seconds before starting up again, droning on and on until taylor literally couldn’t listen to it ring anymore. he groaned, pushing himself up into a proper sitting position and grabbing at the phone on the table, standing up and stretching his legs slightly. ”hello?” he asked, slightly impatiently, into the speaker, and raised an eyebrow when he heard amelie on the other end. he still didn’t think anything had gone wrong, because, how could it? this night was supposed to be great. it was only when amelie began to talk, fast and panicked, and sounding close to tears, that vague concern started to enter taylor’s head. ”look, i can’t understand what you’re saying, slow down and try again,” he ordered, running a hand through is hair in agitation as amelie composed herself slightly, before repeating what she’d said. and then the bombshell hit. ”wait, you what?” he demanded, eyes widening, ”for god’s sake amelie, we told you that. just hours earlier! how could you forget?” this night had gone form great to abysmal in the space of about five seconds. anything could have gone wrong, anything at all, but the one thing that had to happen, happened to quinn. he wasn’t sure whether h was supposed to be angry, or upset, or whether he was supposed to forgive amelie because, hey, everyone makes mistakes – but, right now, taylor couldn’t even entertain the possibility of the latter. he ended the call quicly,. knowing he’d only yell at amelie further if he kept speaking to her, and turned to mary jane instead, ”quinn’s in the hospital,” he managed to tell her. he sort of felt like he was about to cry.
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