1.
John Cena was there, sitting at the table with plates set out in front of
him. Damn it, and Taylor had been looking foreward to the jack daniels in
the kitchen.
"I can explain." Taylor began.
"No need too. I already know the story Taylor."
He looked up at her, at Taylor whom he'd only been dating for five months but had already fallen in love with.
"You can't make me feel bad for having a good time!" she said.
Taylor had hiding being drunk down to a fine art, so much so that up until a month ago, when John had stayed over for the first time he had no idea there was anything wrong. She was talking to him perfectly fine, it was the eyes that gave it away.
"And anyway, I'm not going to change. I've always been a party girl."
Party girl had been the excuse she used when she pulled a bottle of brandy out from under the bed at 8 am and poured herself a large glass.
She laughed, sat down and poured herself a glass of champagne. "What's the occassion?' she asked.
"Your birthday." John reminded her quietly.
Being around her was just exhausting. For a month he had debated wheter or not he should say something, if he should just casually mention he thought it was a bit much.
"Happy Birthday to me." she said raising her glass and finishing it within thirty seconds.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" he asked.
"If I had I wouldn't still be drinking now would I?" Taylor put the glass down on the table. "Come on, refill for the birthday girl."
John had met Taylor at a club, she'd been dancing around a pole, her hand slipped and she went flying into John, knocking him to the floor. Meeting her of a night in bars hadn't helped John figure out Taylor had a problem, she was always the first there wearing leather pants and sparkly tops. He'd assumed come daylight she transformed into a banker or a shop assistant. It wasn't the case, John wasn't sure if Taylor even had a job.
"You should of been there tonight. My friends missed you."
"I didn't know you where going out, we had plans remember."
Taylor's friends where just as bad, if not worse. He'd met them once a couple of weeks ago. Whenever her glass was emptying they would rush off to buy her another one, claiming she'd get boring if she sobered up.
"I said I'm sorry. I forgot. It wasn't your birthday I missed was it? It was mine so no big deal."
She'd poured herself another glass and one for John, when it didn't touch it she drank it herself.
''Did you get me a present?" she asked.
He pushed the box towards her and she opened it carefully, only looking at the diamond necklace for a few seconds before putting it back.
"Nice."
Taylor put the glass down, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled lazily at John.
"Bed?"
Maybe if he had known earlier he would of walked away and never called her. But it was too late for that now. Couldn't she see where she was headed? How the hell had he managed to fall in love with Taylor Holmes?
"I can explain." Taylor began.
"No need too. I already know the story Taylor."
He looked up at her, at Taylor whom he'd only been dating for five months but had already fallen in love with.
"You can't make me feel bad for having a good time!" she said.
Taylor had hiding being drunk down to a fine art, so much so that up until a month ago, when John had stayed over for the first time he had no idea there was anything wrong. She was talking to him perfectly fine, it was the eyes that gave it away.
"And anyway, I'm not going to change. I've always been a party girl."
Party girl had been the excuse she used when she pulled a bottle of brandy out from under the bed at 8 am and poured herself a large glass.
She laughed, sat down and poured herself a glass of champagne. "What's the occassion?' she asked.
"Your birthday." John reminded her quietly.
Being around her was just exhausting. For a month he had debated wheter or not he should say something, if he should just casually mention he thought it was a bit much.
"Happy Birthday to me." she said raising her glass and finishing it within thirty seconds.
"Don't you think you've had enough?" he asked.
"If I had I wouldn't still be drinking now would I?" Taylor put the glass down on the table. "Come on, refill for the birthday girl."
John had met Taylor at a club, she'd been dancing around a pole, her hand slipped and she went flying into John, knocking him to the floor. Meeting her of a night in bars hadn't helped John figure out Taylor had a problem, she was always the first there wearing leather pants and sparkly tops. He'd assumed come daylight she transformed into a banker or a shop assistant. It wasn't the case, John wasn't sure if Taylor even had a job.
"You should of been there tonight. My friends missed you."
"I didn't know you where going out, we had plans remember."
Taylor's friends where just as bad, if not worse. He'd met them once a couple of weeks ago. Whenever her glass was emptying they would rush off to buy her another one, claiming she'd get boring if she sobered up.
"I said I'm sorry. I forgot. It wasn't your birthday I missed was it? It was mine so no big deal."
She'd poured herself another glass and one for John, when it didn't touch it she drank it herself.
''Did you get me a present?" she asked.
He pushed the box towards her and she opened it carefully, only looking at the diamond necklace for a few seconds before putting it back.
"Nice."
Taylor put the glass down, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled lazily at John.
"Bed?"
Maybe if he had known earlier he would of walked away and never called her. But it was too late for that now. Couldn't she see where she was headed? How the hell had he managed to fall in love with Taylor Holmes?