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Taylor walked down the street, trying to hail a cab. The sooner she gets away from this place the happier she'll be. That had to have been the worst night of her life. The only upside had to be messing with the blue-eyed devil; but even that couldn't save her from Derrick Ray. He has got to be the most pretentious man on the planet. Even his sex couldn't help him redeem any points, he was clumsy and sloppy. It doesn't even matter that he was intoxicated he could've done better. She's had better. Way better. Derrick isn't even worth the effort of a face to face dumping.
"Kauai Street, North please." She told the cab driver. All she wanted was a warm bath, some chocolate, and a jog. And someone to remove the memory of Derrick Ray from her head and body.
I need a drink, and the baggage claim guy from the airport.
Time to get stated on the reason why they came here. For her to work on some new material. Pen and paper in hand, Gabriella loses herself into her memories. By the time she came to, it was time for lunch and she had two and half songs done. Not a major accomplishment, but something. Walking into the kitchen she is surprised to spot Taylor scarfing down chocolate covered fruit like there's no tomorrow. That's not a good sign.
"Aww, Tay honey, bad night?" she asked.
"That boy talks entirely too much." She whined. "And he was sloppy and clumsy. He finished before I did, and was out cold about ten minutes after. Like what the fuck? I'm so disgusted. Gabby, this isn't funny!"
Oh I beg to differ. Outside she schooled her face into one of sympathy. "I'm sorry honey; we'll just have to find you a new boy toy."
"Already did, going out with that airport boy in a few days. So anyways, what have you been up to all morning?" she asked while biting into a strawberry.
"I've been writing. Got two songs and a half done."
"That's good to hear. So how many are you feeling for the album?" more munching on fruit.
"Like I don't know, just not a lot. I kind of want a two disk thing."
"Sounds good. If you need help call me. I'm going for a jog, later."
"Later babe." She answered, taking the strawberries back to the porch with her.
We've got work to do, Gabby.
Running had always helped her relax. She found that the sound of her feet hitting the pavement oddly comforting. She started running to get away from her home life. Well mostly just to get away from her mother and her constant string of broken hearts and divorces. It seems like every year some female in her family gets broken hearted because their newest love left them. Every time one of them gets hurt, who's there to pick up the pieces? Taylor that's who. It's like there's some curse on them. String of break ups, divorces, and broken hearts and her family wonders why she's the way she is. Taylor picks her boys, and leaves her boys when she chooses. She doesn't believe in love. To her love's a bunch of BS. Lust, yes. Love, no. Boys are only out to please themselves and hurt women in the process. So why can't she turn it around?
I can, and fucking am.
They hate it. Really she is twenty-five, they want her to settle down and have kids and all that junk.
Ha, not happening. Going to keep my playgirl ways.
So caught up in her musings she never noticed the other jogger.
The impact against such a hard surface should've brought her against another, but the pavement never came. Instead she was being help up by two very strong arms; said arms belonged to the only person in the male sex she'd ever consider a full blown man. Creamy caramel skin, broad shoulders, rock hard six pack, and a pair of the most gorgeous brown eyes- aside from hers of course- looking at her full of concern.
"Whoa there, you okay?" he asked his smooth baritone sending shivers down her spine.
"Yeah, sorry about that." she answered smiling prettily.
"No, problem. I'm Chad. From last night." he said.
"Oh, yeah. Hey. Now I feel really bad." she pouted.
Hmm, the blue-eyed devil's friend, interesting.
"Its fine, its was great seeing you again, but I have to go." He said seemingly unaware of her actions. Taylor stared after him in astonishment. No male has ever been immune to her before. None. She's not sure if she likes that too much.
Gabby can't believe it. Just thinking about Troy pulled three songs out of her. That makes her total for today five in half. No matter what she tried, she couldn't come up with anything to finish that song. Where's Taylor when you need her?
"Gab!"
There she is.
"In the kitchen." Gabby hollered. As soon as Taylor turned the corner, Gabby shoved the music sheet in her face. Taylor read it over, a smile lighting up her face.
"This song is so me!" she said.
"That's why I thought you could help me."
"Okay… um… name your three all time favorite bags from you collection."
"My Gucci, the Fendi, and the Prada… Oh. Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses purchasing them finer things…"
"Um… Men they come a dime a dozen just give me them diamond rings…"
"I'm into a lot of bling Cadillac, Chanel, and Coach?" Gabby threw out.
"I like that, write that down. Listen, Fellas boast but they can't really handle my female approach," Gabby busted out laughing at that. "Buying things is had to say…"
"Rocking Christian Audiger, Manolo, Polo taking photos in my Cartier; so we can't go all the way…"
"You're wrong for that Gabs."
"What, it's true."
"Uh… um… I know you might hate it, but I'm a shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love." Taylor said haughtily.
"It's perfect."
"Well I do try. Where's everything else?"
"Over there." Gabby said, waving her hand in the general direction of the table she was working at. As Taylor looked over the other songs, Gabby finished writing down the rest of their song. Looking over Afraid, Taylor sighed.
What the hell. Not even dating the devil and she's subconsciously afraid of what the memory of Kale will do to their relationship.
umm... yea sorry for the long wait
