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Taylor: Can you give me Mikah's number pls
Jack: did you not get it last night?
Taylor: Nope! Please hand it over
Jack: did you two hook up or something?
Taylor: I'll have an answer to that when I either A) get a uti, B) start throwing up more than normal in three weeks, or C) YOU GIVE ME HER NUMBER SO I CAN ASK HER
Jack: okay okay jesus xxx-xxx-xxxx there
Taylor: Thank you so much I will keep you updated
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Taylor: Hey this is Taylor The drunk girl you kissed last night. Or the international popstar However you choose to categorize me Would prefer the latter but idc
Mikah: i'm gonna be so honest i barely knew who you were until i met jack
Taylor: Jesus how big of a rock do you live under
Mikah: a relatively medium sized one, i'd say i mean like obviously i knew your name i just had no preconceived notions cuz i didnt really pay attention
Taylor: Oh okay that's good I was scared for a moment Anyway do you like remember last night
Mikah:yeah i was only like two drinks in
Taylor: Yeah I was too but apparently I just repressed it
Mikah: we didn't have sex, if that's what you're wondering not that it matters much i can't like get you pregnant or anything
Taylor: Yeah that's true lol But it's good to know, I'm kind of in a bet with Jack over this
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Last Night
Mikah bumps her elbow on the doorframe as Taylor hurries her into a room that she can't quite figure out if it's a closet or a bathroom.
"Sorry," Taylor says, she's essentially got Mikah pinned against what she assumes is a sink and her heart is doing backflips. "Sorry, I just needed to get us away from that bar because I got the biggest urge to just kiss you right there."
Mikah's knees go weak.
"May I?" The taller blonde asks, Mikah nods incessantly. Taylor smiles, ducking her head and pressing her lips against the shorter blonde's. The sink-shaped object behind her starts digging into Mikah's back, so she repositions them where Taylor is against the wall, she moans slightly as she pulls up for air,
"You're so short," She whispers, placing one hand behind Mikah's head, the other on the small of her back.
"Shut up," Mikah rolls her eyes, pulling Taylor's head back down, connecting their mouths once more. They make out for what feels like half an hour, but was probably only like fifteen minutes. Knocking over soap bottles and towels as they please. Occasionally throwing an affectionate snide remark at the other while coming up for air. Taylor feels Mikah's hands go down, and her stomach twists,
"Hey," She breaks away, breathless, "Can we stop?"
"Yeah, yeah, of course," Mikah says, chest heaving, "You okay?"
Taylor nods, "I'm great. Just not feeling it tonight."
"Totally understandable." An awkward silence falls over the two women, "Anyway, um, I'll see you around?" Mikah says, opening the door of the bathroom-closet. Taylor just nods.
"Yeah, see you." The door shuts and she's alone again. She slides down the wall, resting her head on her knees.
What the fuck.
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hi sorry this is so short i just wanted to get something out quick not proofread vote and comment pls don't ghost read love youuuuu
