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Tay looked at him with tear-streaked cheeks, "I am tired of hiding how I feel or being ashamed to cry." She frowned and turned her back to him, falling to her knees. |
Damon backed away from her, he longed to go hold her... but he knew if he did she'd have him back in her game. |
Tay glasped the locket and stood up, feeling empty. Her eyes were growing dull and she pulled the brownies out. |
Damon went over after she sat the brownies down, not able to stand seeing the dull, almost lifeless, glint in her eyes. |
Taylor turned away from him, sending waves of rejection and hurt feelings over to him. She opened her bag and searched through it for something to do. |
"Taylor... Please, I believe you, just stop this." He looked at her with pleading eyes, "Please?" |
"I wish you really meant that, Damon." She sighed and stood, "But you brownies are done and you wish nothing of me so I shall take me leave." Tay hoped that he would stop her. |
"Please don't go..." Damon looked at her, "On my honor, I believe you now." |
Tay smirked then turned around with a questioning look, "You really do?" She twisted one of her curls. |
Damon nodded and looked at her, "I swear it, mon ami." |
Taylor smiled and fluttered her eyelashes at him, "Glad to hear it." She giggled and hugged him. |
Damon hugged her back, growing relieved that she seemed I be back to normal, "So, was there anything else you needed to tell me? Or ask?" |
Tay slowly pulled back and looked up at him with her cutest look, "There is one little thing..." She trailed off then fluttered her eyelashes a little, "But I guess it could wait..." |
"Or you could tell me now and not torment me with wondering what it is," Damon smiled at her. |
Taylor smiled at him, "Which is better? My hair up or my hair down?" She kissed his cheek. |
"Down," He smiled at her, "It's to beautiful to keep tied up," |
Tay faked a blush, "You are too sweet." She didnt try to hide the blush, of course. "What color looks best?" Taylor meant clothes. |
"Blue," Damon smiled at her, "It draws more attention to your blue eyes." |
Tay smiled and nodded, "Okay... dress or jeans and a shirt?" |
"Either... Depending on what it's for." Damon looked down at her, her questions were starting to confuse him again now. |
"Teen dance club during the day?" She looked at him. |
And he felt a stab, his hair going black and long, "I... I guess jeans and shirt then..." |
Tay nodded at the answer then noticed the hair, "I didnt realize that you hate dancing or I wouldnt of came to ask you if you wanna..." Taylor sighed. |
"You know I love dancing, Taylor." Damon looked at her, "As a matter a fact, I've missed dancing with you." |
Tay pulled a pout, "So you do and that is why you snapped when I said dance club." She crossed her arms. |
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