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Post by taylorvallentine on Jul 24, 2010 11:50:52 GMT -8
 you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There were very few people in the world that Taylor Valentine would voluntarily spend time with. It wasn’t that she didn’t have any friends, it was more that she was a very… independent person—and partially because she didn’t have many friends. To be honest, though, that was okay with her. In fact, that was the way she’d rather have it. It wasn’t really her fault that she wasn’t a people person, it just was what it was. Perhaps that was the wrong way to put it. Taylor liked people, but only very specific kinds of people. She definitely didn’t enjoy spending a lot of time with other girls because, let’s face it, girls are bitches. Guys were much easier to deal with mostly because when they got pissed at each other, instead of trying to underhandedly stab their friends in the back, they’d just punch each other and move on. However, Taylor had no patience for guys who only thought with their dicks and guys whose egos didn’t fit into most large sized rooms, so that narrowed down the pool of acceptable people to spend time with considerably. Anyway, it surprised her greatly that she agreed to hang out with her acquaintance/dealer, Arizona Breckenridge.
They’d met a few weeks before when Taylor was actually scoring weed from him, but that was probably another story for another day. Essentially, her regular dealer was out of town for god only knows how long and she needed somebody to get her weed from. It wasn’t exactly a great habit to keep up, but she could be doing worse. At least she wasn’t stripping or selling herself on the street corner or something, right? The first time Taylor had met Arizona, he’d been kind of awkward but definitely mildly adorable and didn’t really piss her off that much, which was definitely a first. So, on what was kind of a whim the other day, Taylor had invited him to come out with her tonight. Maybe it was kind of weird since they didn’t even know each other that well, but hey, how better to get to know each other than by going out and partying? Okay, maybe there were a lot of better ways to get to know each other, but this was definitely the preferred way. Besides, it had been kind of a while since she’d gone out and done anything even remotely fun with anybody else, so why the hell not, really?
It was currently 9:30, which gave her just enough time to get ready before meeting up with Arizona to go out. When Taylor had spoken to one of her brothers earlier, he’d suggested that it was kind of like a date, which of course, Taylor immediately shot down. Taylor Valentine didn’t date. She definitely wasn’t up for getting her heart broken again, even though her last relationship had been over a year ago. It definitely hadn’t ended well, though, and it definitely hadn’t really put Taylor in a good place for future relationships. In fact, the last thing she wanted right now was a relationship. Relationships were for stupid people who believed in love. Her last name may have been Valentine, but Taylor had long since given up on the idea of true love or whatever it was that everyone else was so obsessed with.
With a frustrated shrug, she hoisted herself off of her bed and made her way toward her closed. It may not have been a date, but the least she could do was look nice. After rifling through her small collection of dresses, Taylor pulled a short, black one and threw it on and moved on to her small mirror to fix her hair and makeup. The idea that this could be considered a date still lingered in her mind, and frighteningly enough, Taylor couldn’t bring herself to think of it as an entirely negative idea. Arizona was cute. And he was sweet and awkward and actually kind of fun to spend time with, despite the fact that the only time they’d really spend together was when he was selling her weed. It was seriously perplexing that Taylor would ever feel that way about anybody again, but she ignored it. If she just ignored it, nothing would happen, right?
In an attempt to leave her slight discomfort about the night behind her, Taylor shook her head slightly and ran her hands through her long, dark brown hair, fixing it until it fell the right way. Tonight would really be fine—people went out with their friends all the time. It wasn’t a date because it just wasn’t. In fact, there was nothing about tonight that even mildly indicated that it could be a date. Drew had just assumed it was a date because he was really stupid sometimes, that was all. With a resolute sigh, Taylor grabbed her little black bag and left her small apartment in favor of the club she was meeting Arizona at which, lucky for her, was in walking distance from her apartment. It was very possible that she’d chosen that apartment for its closeness to one of the best local bars, but that was definitely a different story.
When she arrived at the club, Taylor immediately got herself a drink and parked herself down at the bar, waiting for Arizona to arrive. They’d have fun tonight on their non-date, for sure. There was no reason not to.
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Post by arizona breckenridge. on Jul 24, 2010 23:34:34 GMT -8
 ----- arizona just wasn't a dater, he'd just never had the finesse with women like most of his friends. they way him and ezekiel had been friends since they were kids you would've thought that it would've rubbed off on him even a little as the years had progressed, but no. he was the same awkward kid he'd always been, only really tapping into his confidence when he was on stage and for the few hours he'd be riding the high and the rush of the crowd. it was what had earned him quite an anti-social reputation, he was bordering on hermit. he understood his sisters just barely spent most of his time with his brothers and his oldest sister raine, loved to keep his nose buried in a book or his hands working at the strings of his much loved guitar as ink stained his hands from songs he was constantly writing but more often burning because he hated everything he did. most of his time away from his guitar and music was spent among the people he sold weed to, it was kind of sad when your drug deals consisted of 85% of your social interaction. that was straight forward though, you didn't have to fucking read people to sell them some pot, you didn't have to make shitty small talk it was business and you both wanted to get out of their with your shit as fast as you could. however... some of that awkwardness had faded when he'd first met taylor vallentine, a frail, pretty little thing that he'd been weirdly drawn to, that he'd actually attempted a conversation with despite his penchant for just royally fucking up around girls he thought were pretty or he liked. he hadn't been a casanova that's for sure, he'd still been awkward, thought it wasn't as painful and embarrassing as it normally was, he'd managed to form coherent responses, ones that had even been kind of witty and scored a laugh or too from her, which he'd cheesily noted lit up her face, like he'd finally understood the phrase when he'd heard her laugh and watched the amusement dance over her features. he had left the exchange with a little bit of confidence he hadn't made a total tool of himself and he was looking forward to maybe seeing her again. there was a good chance he'd run into her at some point or another? and if anything she did have to come back to him for pot, unless her normal dealer came back, he thought as he recalled that she'd come to him because her usual dealer was out of town, she was the third or fourth person that he'd gotten with the same story, it sucked for the other dude but was pretty damn good for aizona. if he were lucky some of the new people would stay with him, taylor, however, was the one person he wanted to stay with him for more then just the extra cash.
it was stupid of him, he'd always had a habit of getting ahead of himself, always been on the nicer end of the guy scale. he'd been treated kind of like a pushover throughout his history of failed relationships, being cheated on, used for his money, the free pot, his car, it was kind of pathetic as he'd tallied u[ the number and reasons for the dissolution of each one. while he'd insist that he'd never give up on trying to find someone that wasn't going to screw him over, he'd kind of had. what was the point? how many times could you be burned before you learned to stop touching the hot stove? it's not like he wanted a fucking epic romance or some notebook style bullshit, he'd just like a decent relationship with a girl who wasn't cheating on him or using him. honestly was that too much to ask? apparently so... this attitude hadn't helped the whole inserting himself into normal, varied society thing either, because the first pretty girl that walked along and suddenly he was in love again. it had been his sisters concern when she'd found out that he'd been interested in one of her friends, now that relationship had potential, actually it was going good even though raine had not wanted them to date and they'd kind of had to sneak about, they met their end in the form of a moving truck, her dad deciding that it was time for them to move. basically it had fucking sucked, but it was the one shining light in his less then spectacular history of relationships. tonight though, tonight he wasn't really giving dating another go around because this wasn't a date. taylor hadn't asked him out on a date, he had not been so much of a pussy he couldn't have made the first move so he was definitely insisting this wasn't a date just to keep his nerves in check as well as to make him feel like less of an awkward coward.
he'd been looking forward to this night since he'd gotten her call though, he'd enjoyed talking to her when she'd called him again, it had surprised him because she hadn't exactly stuck him as the most social person either - better then him but still not the most social person in the word - conversation had come easy and he'd found himself not stuttering even once, cracking jokes with her and verbally sparring with ease. such comfortable conversations also made him more insistent not to call this a date, he should've been able to ask her out, she shouldn't have had to take this kind of initiative, it was really, really pathetic. plenty of friends went tout like they were going to do tonight, anyways. they weren't doing some kind of dinner and a movie thing, they were going to a club. he'd went to clubs with guys and those definitely weren't dates either. though that wasn't exactly a comfortable thought and he shook his head before he scrubbed at his face, staring at his reflection in the mirror before he splashed his face with some water. stop being a little bitch, he thought to himself, running a hand through the russet hair that he'd actually put some effort into taming today, it wasn't the normal haphazard "i've just rolled out of bed" style that he had. he'd even traded in one of his normal plaid shirts and holy jeans for a pair of black jeans and a white t, which was about as dressed up as he got, it was about as dressed up as he could really manage, at least now he knew he could walk out of the house and head towards the club and know people weren't going to think he was some poor homeless bastard. pulling his phone from the pocket of his jeans he decided that it was time to stop freaking out like a little bitch and fussing over how he looked and shit and just leave the apartment he'd finally moved into a few months ago, which had earned him a solid month of silence from his mother, as if moving out hadn't been bad enough for him. turning to his desk chair he pulled the leather jacket from it's fold over the chair and threaded his arms quickly through the sleeves before he did a last minute check to make sure he'd had his phone, keys and wallet.
the walk took him ten minutes and as he hit the street side opposite of the club he grinned a little as he felt the music reverberate through is feet as he crossed the street, and headed inside. running a hand through his hair again and smoothing it self-consciously he looked around the club, deciding it would be easier to find her by moving to the bar first and then trying to text her if he just couldn't spot her. bar in sight he pushed through the crowd, ignoring some girls who were trying to pull him bck and finally made it and spotted taylor straight off, a crooked smile turned his lips and he headed down to where he saw her, "hey!" he called to her, grinning a little as she turned to look at him, he let his eyes trail what he could see of her body, "you look good," he complimented without too much awkwardness leaking into his town as he waved for the bartender and order himself some of his favourite whiskey, before he looked back to her and smiled.
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Post by taylorvallentine on Jul 25, 2010 7:22:21 GMT -8
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -There were a couple nice things about bars that definitely helped get Taylor’s mind off of the impending non-date that she was sort of already on. One, they never carded pretty girls. While she wasn’t vain enough to really consider herself as pretty, others seemed to—at least when she was wearing real clothes rather than the usual outfit of t-shirt and jeans. Two, there were lots and lots of drinks. It wasn’t like she was an alcoholic, she just liked to party when she was out. And seriously—she was rarely out. Generally partying consisted of Taylor sitting in her room and smoking weed. Occasionally a friend was involved or even one of her brothers, but that was kind of rare.
While she was reveling in all the great things about bars, she’d hardly noticed Arizona come over. Of course, once he stepped in front of her and started talking, it was a little difficult not to. He really was adorable in a quirky kind of way, though Taylor would never ever admit that out loud. Admitting that aloud would make this seem like a date because it would make it seem like she liked him as more than a friend. She didn’t. She’d rather go on a date with the glass of Captain Morgan she was currently nursing than with Arizona—no offense meant to him, naturally. Taylor just didn’t date. And secretly, she was a pirate, which would explain the whole Captain Morgan thing well enough. It didn’t help that her friend had actually put some effort into his appearance today, which normally would have annoyed her because doing that was just unnecessary. It made him look cuter than he already had been, though, which consequently made Taylor want to kick him in the face. He really wasn’t making this easy on her, was he?
Running a hand through her hair, Taylor smiled and set her drink down next to her. At least he was a nice guy, right? If she was going to be out on a non-date with someone, it was a very good thing that she could go with someone who actually seemed to harbor minimal respect for her. Despite the fact that during her last actual relationship, her boyfriend had been very sweet to her, the whole part where he cheated on her and then left for California with his other girlfriend soon after had majorly depleted Taylor’s trust in guys. She never trusted them to tell her the truth, nor did she trust them to be nice to her or treat her well. There was only one thing that her last relationship had taught her and that was that guys were douchebags. Arizona didn’t seem to be a bad guy, though, which was mildly perplexing. She wanted to accredit his niceness to the fact that he probably wanted to do the whole “fuck and chuck” thing with her, but, to be honest, he really didn’t seem like that kind of a guy. Granted, neither had her ex-boyfriend, but this was different.
Maybe she was just being naïve. Maybe that was really all Arizona wanted from her. There was just something about his awkward stumbling when it came to talking and the fact that he seemed like just as much of a hermit as she was that was truly endearing. Plus, he was just adorable. Augh—what was she going to do with herself? This was exactly the opposite of what she wanted to be thinking. It wasn’t that Taylor wanted to think Arizona was a bad guy, she just… didn’t want to be thinking about him as a guy who had any kind of boyfriend potential. She supposed it didn’t matter anyway—even if he did have potential, she still wasn’t going to date him because she didn’t date. The chances of getting hurt again were far too high and, to be honest, Taylor really just wasn’t up for that again.
Snapping out of her reverie, Taylor looked at him and smiled. “Hey,” she replied shyly, grabbing her drink back as if it was a little security blanket. This was an almost foreign situation and Taylor really didn’t know how to act. It had been a long time since she’d actually done anything social with anyone. That was a little sad, wasn’t it? She just wasn’t a people person and, really, she was content like that. She didn’t need a gigantic, huge group of friends to be happy. She was perfectly happy going about her daily life by herself. There were times, of course, when she really wished she at least had one person to really talk to, but usually that feeling went away. More often than not, the desire was less for a person and more for the ability to face potential personal love stories rather than shying away from them. Perhaps tonight was the night to do that. Then again, Taylor was on the fast road to being drunk, so maybe tonight wasn’t really a great night for that.
“Thanks,” she added, her eyes following his for a moment as they traced their way down her body. That was another thing she liked about him—he didn’t look at her like she was something to eat. It was more like he was really just seeing what she was wearing. She didn’t exactly know how he thought about her, nor could she says she really cared to, but at least he didn’t look at her like a horny old man. “You look good too.” Secretly, he always looked good, but that was because Taylor had a serious thing for guys who wore plaid shirts. Lucky her—plaid seemed to be a very serious staple in Arizona’s wardrobe. It was almost disappointing that he wasn’t wearing any right now, but she wasn’t going to complain. At least he came out to spend time with the social hermit girl. That was a step in the right direction, wasn’t it?
A semi-awkward silence fell for a moment as Taylor racked her brain for things to say. The happy, warm feeling that always came about when she was drinking had already started in her stomach and was beginning to make its way up to her mind. She had about five minutes left until she became a really friendly, really happy version of herself. Tipsy Taylor would probably want to dance—hopefully Arizona was up for that. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that with all the pleasant thoughts of him floating around, he’d be the one she’d want to dance with later. They could dance just as friends, though. Friends did that all the time.
“Hey, do you want to dance?” she asked. If was going to happen anyway, there was no harm in beating it to the punch. They could dance a little and then they could come back to the bar for another drink because goodness knows the only way to make Taylor more social was to get her drunk.
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Post by arizona breckenridge. on Jul 26, 2010 23:37:05 GMT -8
----- after all these years of living with girls, sitting through their uncomfortable dinner table conversations and even face with the horror of them coming to him for advice in figuring out their boyfriends he would've had a little more talent with women, or even a better knowledge of relationships. that maybe he'd have pushed himself to move on from the failed relationships he always seemed to fall into but frankly he'd kind of given up. non-dates would do for dates, because non-dates didn't give you a chance to be hurt. non-dates were safe. they were easy. he knew that relationships weren't supposed to be ridiculously easy, that they took work and that you did have to go through a procession of them to find one that really worked and that a good portion of the time you would have bad ones, but they all lead you to that really good one, all that cheesy romance movie bullshit his sisters wished to base their life off of. one thing he did have to agree with was that giving up wasn't the best idea. the fact remained that every time he decided to give it another shot it ended badly again. that's why he didn't want to think about taylor in the respect - to be honest he was always easy to get attached, sometimes he trusted a little easily and he was always looking to far in the future. thinking about having a legit date with taylor would make his mind just jump to them legit dating and then moving from there to being in a relationship... she didn't make it any easier on him looking as beautiful as she did, it was hard to think just friends, just friends when she looked like that. it was hard enough to think just friends on a normal day.
arizona felt the nerves in her too as she gave him only a slightly awkward greeting and it had made him feel a little better, sort of. he was pretty sure his awkwardness was a trait he'd never dump, even when he was at home among his family he still felt a little self-conscious here and there. the only thing that had ever made him have any kind of confidence was performing and that faded quickly once he was off the stage, it was a pain in the ass but something he'd just had to accept over the years, he wished he could say he'd learn to compensate for it too but he just hadn't. or maybe his compensation was his solitary nature, t apart from raine his closest friends were thursday and ezekiel, and even so he didn't feel the need to attach himself to their sides all the time. sure, he'd missed hanging out with zeek when he'd been in new york for university but now that zeek was back they'd only hung out once or twice. most people treated life like it was facebook or myspace collecting as many "friends" as possible, but when it came down to the nitty gritty there would only be one or two people out of the thousand you called your friends, more often then not it was safe to say that there would only be one person there, and it'd be yourself. sure, he wasn't preaching for a life of solitude, he didn't maintain a trust no one attitude, but he wasn't hauling off and calling every person he met on the street his friend. taylor was a friend, it may have seemed contradictory, it's not like he'd know her all that long but with some people you kind of knew. he knew he was drawn to her, was amazed she could shuffle her way through their sometimes awkward conversations, and nearly floored that she'd invited him out tonight at all. that wasn't to say he wasn't pleased, because he was. he was very interested in taylor in that unexplainable draw some people just had, of course she was attractive and like any man that had captivated him first, but unlike with most girls as conversation progressed they became less and less attractive he had to say conversation had only improved her appeal, she was funny, smart, didn't low key make fun of his awkwardness though over time she'd made a quip or two here that had made him smile not more self-conscious.
this was still just a non-date though, he shouldn't have been thinking about her draw, bout how if he were going to be able to attempt to strike up a relationship again it would be with a girl like taylor, or at least of the girl he'd seen in her. this was just hanging out, two friends having a drink together, maybe they'd do a little dancing. because that's how alcohol worked with arizona, it made him slightly more bold but only with the people he knew, you couldn't fill him up with a bottle of jack and then set him off into a group of girls he was just as shy and stumbly as ever. among his friends though he wasn't quite content with being the guy that sat around and just laughed at the jokes, plucked at his guitar and took requests for them to sing along to. as he swirled the drink in his glass he hoped that maybe getting a little tipsy could help him show taylor he wasn't some awkward loser all the time.... but why did it matter? this wasn't a time to impress her, this wasn't following the whole non-date model. if there were a model for such a thing... was there? the annoying internal voice groaned, grow up, arizona. he told himself, since he'd kind of already slashed the whole non-date thing by actually putting some kind of study into his appearance. still as he'd looked taylor over quickly making sure not to let his eyes linger too long on any one spot like some kind of lecherous old man he felt that he was still looking like a bum. a girl that looked like her in the dress had no business talking to a guy like him no matter how cute he really was, he was still out of place. he chuckled a little as she returned the compliment, "uhh, thanks," he said with another chuckle as he scratched the back of his head, "they we're clean and not ripped, so..." he tried to joke, with a shrug as he took a drink of his whiskey, yeah, you're a champ. came the internal commentary once more.
he felt the silence fall between them and it was one of those silences that bordered on awkward, it was a lull in the conversation, obviously, one that most people faced once they'd exchanged the proper pleasantries, something he was certainly no stranger to since most of his conversations with anyone he wasn't particularly acquainted with were mostly made up of them, and before he could rack his brain for something even remotely interesting to say he heard her voice slither around him again, and he felt kind of frozen at her questions. arizona... dancing. it wasn't really a foreign concept, everyone dance, he did dance a lot, and he'd had danced with girls, but normally he was the one watching everyone dance, sitting back with a friend or two laughing as everyone made fools of themselves, that's what he enjoyed more. maybe he was a good dancer, he never really like to test it out, especially seeing the spastic way some people moved once they'd gotten a little alcohol in them, he embarrassed himself enough as it was, there was no need to willingly embark on dancing, but still he couldn't stop the smile that spread over his lips and his head from nodding to her question as he took the final drink of his whiskey, "yeah, i'd love to," he said, feeling the alcohol burn down his throat and it begin to slide through his veins even only after the one glass, he wasn't a lightweight when it came to alcohol, but he was glad that tonight it was beginning to work a little faster then normal. he led his hand out for hers and with a grin he spoke, "i'm pretty sure i'm the one meant to ask that though," a cheeky grin trailing over his lips, taking her slender hand into his, "i'm probably not the best dancer in the world though, forewarning." he said with a chuckle as they made there into the crowd, he tried not to smile like an idiot as he gripped her hand lightly feeling the warmth radiate though his hand and even the tingled of it. yeah, he was kind of pathetic.
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Post by taylorvallentine on Aug 9, 2010 9:13:19 GMT -8
you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -It had been quite a long time since Taylor had considered acting awkward and uncomfortable as bad. A lot of people saw it that way, which just made things way more difficult than they had to be for themselves. She’d recently realized that if you acted like you were bothered by your own awkwardness, it just made everything worse. So, Taylor had decided just a while back that she wasn’t going to feel bad about her awkwardness. It was difficult to embrace something like that, so she just kind of ignored it. So far, it was working out pretty well for her, but right now, it was really starting to set in. It was much easier to ignore her awkward tendencies when cute, nice guys weren’t around. It didn’t matter that Arizona was just as awkward, if not worse, than Taylor—she still felt that unnerving awkward feeling setting in deep in her gut.
It was kind of funny, though. Taylor was fine around guys when they were just friends. In fact, she was just like one of the guys—it was one of the perks that came with having five older brothers, for sure. When it came to relationships and dating? Well, Taylor was uncomfortable and relatively inexperienced. When she was growing up, her brothers never let other boys within thirty feet of their little sister, let alone close enough to date. Taylor had plenty of guy friends at school, but they never came over to her house—nobody really wanted to get intimidated by her older brothers. They could be kind of scary sometimes. Anyway, the line between friends and possible relationship was inexplicably blurred between herself and Arizona and it was more than frustrating. Taylor kept telling herself that he was just a friend—nothing more, nothing left. But, if he really was just a friend, she would have been less awkward around him. She knew how to act around guy friends. She had no idea how to act around potential boyfriends. Pfft. As if Arizona was a potential boyfriend.
“Clean and not ripped,” Taylor repeated, running a hand through her hair and chuckling quietly. She was quite familiar with that particular way of getting dressed in the morning. Maybe she cleaned up nicely, but most of her wardrobe consisted of different plaid shirts, t-shirts from concert and faded or ripped jeans. “I know how that is, trust me.” She wasn’t the kind of girl that pranced around in sundresses, cute headbands and cowboy boots and she wasn’t the kind of girl to throw herself into outfits with a lot of complicated layers and accessories. Those kinds of things just weren’t comfortable. To be perfectly honest, Taylor was mildly uncomfortable in the dress she was wearing tonight. Any kind of skirt or dress did that, though—they just made her feel a little bit naked. She’d get over it eventually. Maybe if she was drunk enough, she’d stop pulling at the hem of her dress as if she was trying to magically make it longer.
Pursing her lips, Taylor finished her drink and stood up from her stool, turning toward her non-date with a slight smile. Hey, she was out, she could at least pretend that she was social sometimes, right? Arizona never had to know that she was socially retarded and felt awkward around guys. Dancing was fun sometimes, right? Well, dancing was fun when she was alone in her room with the music on loud, but dancing wasn’t always super fun when there were other people around watching. But hey, she could at least pretend that she liked to dance, right? She was at a club, after all, where dancing was kind of a big part of the experience.
It was an odd feeling—holding hands with Arizona, even if it really meant nothing. Taylor was pretty sure she hadn’t actually held someone’s hand since the last time she’d been in a relationship. It was a very relationship-y thing to do. Of course, she wasn’t about to wriggle her hand out of his because she felt mildly uncomfortable with the cutesy couple-ish things like that. “Uh,” she spluttered, tugging him toward the dance floor slightly. Very articulate—good. He’ll really know what you’re trying to say now, she thought, rolling her eyes slightly at herself. “Really? Because I’m the best dancer in the universe. I’ve won medals for it and stuff,” she said sarcastically. Yea, as if Taylor was actually graceful enough to be a real dancer. No, she wasn’t even graceful enough to keep herself from falling off of lots of different things at a lot of different moments of the day. No, Taylor lacked the balance and grace and determination that was required by all dancers—not that she was actually interested in dancing, anyway. She was more of a book worm, but that was a different story.
“I hope you can keep up with me,” she added teasingly with a smile. At least she had a good sense of humor.
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