*from my Tumblr*
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Taylor Caniff Imagine
Taylor and I sat on our bed, staring aimlessly at the TV screen, where some stupid lady on TLC was complaining about her wedding dress. Even I wasn’t interested in this, and I loved reality TV. I sighed, turning over under Taylor’s arm, looking up at him. I slung one arm around his stomach, and wrapped my leg around his.
“Hey, babe,” he said, kissing my nose. I smiled at him.
“This is boring,” I said, dragging out my words. Taylor got an adorable smile on his face and laughed.
“Well, what should we do about that?” he asked.
“I don’t know… you’re the smart one…” I said, looking away.
“Actually, I’m not. But I have an idea,” he said deviously. I looked up at him with a questionable expression, curious. The boy had evil in his eyes as he flipped me over onto my back and began to tickle me.
And he knows that I’m the most ticklish person on the face of the earth.
I laughed, screaming at the top of my lungs as I clutched my stomach and kicked my feet trying to get away from him. But he kept tickling me. I rolled over.
“Taylor!!!” I screamed. “Stop!” I yelled between laughs and panting and screams.
“Never!” he shouted. I kicked my feet even more.
“Have mercy! Have mercy!” I yelled, laughing.
“Oh fine!” Taylor said, drawing away from me, finally. I laid my head back, panting. Taylor crawled on top of me, his arms around my shoulders. “I love you,” he said, kissing me on the lips.