Tayley: The hidden love *complete*

Writing the furture

I was looking out of my window. Thinking of life. All of my memories (good or bad) flooding through me. The bad memories. make me fill sick and that they are stabing me in the back. The good ones make me fill happy and full of life. As i came out of my gaze i sat down on a near by couch. Taylor came in. His dreamy eyes fixed onto mine and we were both in a trance. I could look at him all day. After a couple of seconds one of us had to break the silence.

"So how you doing"? Taylor said blushing bright red.

"Im fine" I hesitated. "Thanks."

Taylor sat down next to me munching on a poptart. It was stupid. Me and him acting like this.

"So you excited about tonights show?" he ask with his mouth full. I bit my lip.

"Yeah. Can't wait! Its gonna be so much fun!!" I kept thinking that i said that in a little kiddie way.

Taylor walked out of the room grining at me. I sat back and led my head on a cushion. I looked at the clock. 1:09pm. I was board. Practice was over but the crew were still out there making a anoying noise of clashing drums and guritars. I fell asleep and dreamed of the furture, life and...true love.