Taylor feels warm, and not just because it's like a thousand degrees outside. She's sat back on the grassy fields at the back of the school, neatly hidden away from the others. Her hands rest behind her on the grass, keeping her propped up. There's a light breeze that caresses her face and cools it down. She smiles and leans back a little more. She's enjoying the peace. She's enjoying the sound of the world moving happily around her. It's perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Andrea walks slowly through the wood backing the fields behind the school. She's lost in thought again. It's been happening a lot lately and especially after she's been with Taylor. The chav always gives her a lot to think about. She kicks the dirt as she walks, angrily taking her frustration out on the world. It's so hot outside she can't stand it. Taylor told her yesterday to wear a tshirt in this weather but the emo is terrified to. What would everyone else say? They weren't like Taylor, they'd take one look at her and call her disgusting. She shivers just thinking about the names and pranks. She'd never hear the end of it. The wood creaks with the breeze and she smiles a little at it. She likes walking in here. It's like stepping into another world entirely. She can walk and talk to the air and be the completely crazy girl she hides from everybody else. She can be herself. She guesses just being here is another of her addictions. At least it's not a dangerous one.

Taylor's phone buzzes in her pocket. She softly groans to herself and pulls it out. She'd been hoping for at least an hour of peace and quiet. She blinks when it's just a network text. Maybe the others are doing fine without her after all. Or they've all killed each other. Either way she's free to keep chilling. She should be smiling about that, only she's started going through her inbox. Through the largest and only important thread in there. Andrea's. Her grip tightens on her phone when she reads through all the blue bubbles. She winces at the pain in Andrea's words. The texts are old but it still hurts reading them. It still brings a burn to Taylor's chest and has her holding back some tears. They're never graphic in any sense that makes Taylor think the emo is cutting. They never really say much. Mostly 'Hello' and 'Can we meet up again?'. But it's the ones that share more. The ones that follow Andrea's sudden leaving of a room, or her unbreakable silence during one of their library meetings. Those are the texts that grip at Taylor's heart strings. Those are the ones that make her worry.

The chav hesitates phoning the emo. After their fight before she's learnt to give Andrea space. It's just... Taylor sighs. She's embarrassed to admit she misses Andrea. She feels lonely when the emo isn't there making cynical comments about the world and all it's inhabitants. Maybe she should phone her. Perhaps Andrea's bored and wants to hang out. Taylor taps her phone against her leg before she decides to leave it. Andrea's probably busy. She probably wouldn't want Taylor calling her. Taylor sits back into her previous position and let's out a long breath. She thinks sadly to herself as she tilts her head back. Andrea probably wouldn't want her.

Andrea continues walking and thinking. She's not really paying attention to where she's going. That's why she's scared when she finds herself in a random field. She's never been here before. She looks back and doesn't recognise the path behind her either. She's lost. Brilliant. The emo scowls to herself and kicks at a nearby tree. Now how is she supposed to find the school again?! She's so angry and frustrated with herself. She plonks herself down on a tree stump and props her chin up on her hand. She's sick of this. She's sick of making mistakes without realising. She just wants to be normal. She wants to be like everyone else. Taylor would call her dumb for those thoughts. She'd say Andrea was normal. But Andrea wouldn't believe her. She never does. Andrea sighs aggravated. She wishes Taylor were here now. She'd rant and cuss until the sun went down at them being lost and Andrea would love and enjoy every single second of it. She loves spending time with the chav. She loves it. She slumps a little more in her makeshift seat and decides if she's lost she may as well think some more. But instead of thinking a way out of her predicament like she knows she ought to she lets her mind drift back to that smile. Back to those eyes. She loves it. She loves Taylor. Andrea freezes suddenly. Oh no. She loves Taylor.

Taylor feels sleepy. It's all this sunbathing. She doesn't get up though. She doesn't dare. She likes alone time with the sky. She likes not having an argument with anyone, not fighting anyone, not thinking. Well, not thinking about school. She still thinks about Andrea. She never stops thinking about Andrea. Sometimes she even dreams about her. It's been weeks since she last caught the emo cutting herself but she's still worried. It stresses her out thinking Andrea might break any second. It makes her feel bad being here alone. Makes her wish she'd grow some nerve and just call the emo. She should be inside the school or at least somewhere Andrea can find her. What if the emo has a moment and she's not there? Taylor sits up with that thought. She should get back. Definitely. She tucks her phone into her pocket and twists over to stand up. That's when she jumps. She never noticed she'd been sneaked up on. Her eyes follow a black stocking up a pale leg and she smiles at the little scar on the girl's knee. Andrea found her.

Andrea sniggers at Taylor. She's glad she managed to sneak up on the chav, usually it's so difficult. She supposes Taylor must have been thinking hard about something. Taylor looks up at her and flashes her that smile again. Andrea grins back. She loves that smile. The chav scoots over and pats the space beside her. Andrea bites her lip indecisively before she nods and sinks down beside the chav. She's a little worried about spending time with her anymore. Surely it will only make things worse? She can't say no though. As confused as she's feeling about it all Andrea doesn't want to leave. She never wants to leave.

Taylor lays back on her palms again and Andrea catches her grinning to herself when she leans back with her. They don't talk. There's no need to. Somehow they've managed to create communication through silence. And it's nice. For both of them. It's nice. Their hands accidentally brush when Taylor shifts a little in the sunlight. They both look down at them. They both smile. It's strange how perfect it feels, for both of them. But then Taylor mumbles an apology and moves her hand away. Andrea shakes her head and lays her fingers back over the chav's. They don't speak. They don't need to. It's all there in their smiles.