A/N. A new collection of oneshots and drabbles, just because I love the song. They're vague, I know, but I haven't been writing in ages.
For the Battered and the Broken
[ Lyrics from 'Broken' by Lifehouse ]
The broken clock is a comfort;
it helps me sleep tonight.
"My parents are out."
Taylor could hear an intake of breath - sharp, taken aback - through the phone as the implication of the words registered to the boy with whom she spoke.
And she smiled, slow and coy - the smile of a girl rather pleased with herself.
"Do you want to come over?"
She needn't have even asked; the answer was, naturally, an affirmative. He would have agreed if she had asked him to spend the night in some dingy motel with her.
This was, of course, precisely why she had chosen to call him when her parents had decided to travel out of the city for the weekend. Even if she couldn't quite remember his name, he was somebody, and not for a long time had she spent a day - let alone a night - completely alone.
Even now, the thought of her house - dark and empty - was something she knew she wouldn't be able to handle by herself. He would have to do.
"Good," she purred, "come by around eight."