Disclaimer: I don't own Taylor. Sadly. Or anyone one else, either…
Author's Note: Taylor & Ryan are the best coouupppleee. Yes? …Yes. There is probably going to be some mature themes, to be honest, I mean… why wouldn't there be?
"A baby? How could you be having a baby?!" Taylor smiled. "Well, Summer, it's a long story…" RA/TT & SC/SR.
PROLOGUE:
Taylor and Summer sat across each other on Summer's bed. The small pictures of Marissa on her dressers did bug Taylor, causing her to awkwardly shift, but she dealt with it… she kept telling herself, 'At least they aren't in Ryan's room' and that usually satisfied her thoughts of her "new" best friend, Summer Roberts. Today, though, she had not even thought about the pictures… there was something – someone – on her mind.
'So what was it you wanted to tell me, Tay?' Summer asked. Taylor noticed if she hadn't given anyone a nickname, they weren't a good friend of hers. Yeah, it was annoying as hell, but whatever. Being included, being a friend, which was good enough. Well, well enough for "Tay", at least.
'Well, Summer, I…' And now, Taylor couldn't say. She had it all planned out; what she was going to say and everything. She froze, like a statue! How? How was it possible for her to freeze like that? Summer's dark eyes looked at her with a questioning look swirling around them.
'Spit it out, Tay.' Summer urged, setting a slender hand forcefully on the equally slender shoulder. Taylor never could tell how such a small girl like Summer could be so violent and strong… but women were tough, just take a look at the walking-talking snake of a mother, Veronica Townsend!
'I'm having a ... baby!' Taylor quickly spit out the word "baby" as she finished her sentence. The emotions in Summer's eyes quickly changed to shock and maybe even curiosity… but Taylor wasn't good at reading faces, even like an easy person like Summer.
'How!? What?! A baby? How could you have a baby!?' Summer shouted, startled. It was a good thing no body was home or else they would probably hear Summer's shrieks. Her hand was still firmly clutching Taylor's shoulder, making Taylor gently pull it off of her shoulder. A small smile curled onto Taylor's lips, though. Summer had to know the whole story, didn't she? And now Taylor could tell her.
"Well, Summer, it's a long story."
Author's Note: And from here, it's Taylor's POV, talking to Summer about it… so if she says, 'You' at any point, just picture yourself as Summer or pretend she talking to Summer.