Whoa... First update in forever but I felt like writing something so I did... Taylor/Andrea.

Perfectly Imperfect

The fucking phone is ringing again... It takes Taylor all of her willpower to push herself up off the ground and stumble over to it and even more to look at the caller ID and she stares at it a moment with a blank expression allowing the rings to rattle through her head a while even if she's got a hangover and it hurts. It hurt's a lot less than the pain in her chest. She reaches out with a shaky hand and picks it up, pressing the green button and holding it to her ear hesitantly.

"Yea'?" She mumbles softly.

"Taylor?" A voice replies calmly and her heart clenches and she breathes a sigh of relief all in one.

"Yea', it's me…" She confirms.

"What the hell happened?" Kelly demands sternly, the calm tone vanishing as she switches to her Head Girl voice, the one she very rarely whips out anymore because they're not at St Trinians anymore and she isn't Head Girl but it still makes a part of the Chav flinch and quail.

"… I ain't even sure…" She admits quietly and she hears a frustrated growl and she gulps fearfullu.

"For fucks sake! You made her cry you idiot bloody twat!" Kelly snarls and Taylor's eyes widen in shock and horror.

"Wha'?" She murmurs.

"Yes! You made her cry! Well fucking done!" The MI7 agent snaps and the Chav feels her heart drop into the pit of her stomach and break into a million different pieces and guilt and remorse smashes her down until she's on her knees, battered relentlessly by her own emotions.

"… Is… Is she a'right?" She mumbles and Kelly takes a deep breath through the phone and sighs gently which Taylor decides is a million times worse than the anger. Upset Kelly is far less predictable than angry Kelly.

"Yes… After she destroyed my punch bag, cried for several hours and then called you every name under the sun, including some Italian ones I believe, she didn't do anything… She hasn't said a word since… You're a fucking idiot Taylor, you know that?" Kelly says and Taylor nods even if her friend can't see it. Yes, she knows she's an idiot… She's always been an idiot, especially with feelings… They're hard feelings are…

"Yea'… I know Kel… Wha' she doin' now?" She chokes out, coughing to clear the lump from her throat but it doesn't shift.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing…" Kelly replies honestly, bluntly and Taylor gnaws on her lip before rubbing her face and sighing heavily.

"Can ya'… try an' get 'er on tha' phone Kel…? There's somethin' I need tell 'er…" She requests uncertainly and there's a pause.

"I'll try… You know I'll do my best Taylor," The other woman returns, her meaning clear. 'I'll do my best but I can't guarantee a thing' and it's got to be enough and Taylor waits, pushing herself back to her feet because now is not a time to feel sorry for herself. She waits, pacing with agitation, listening to Kelly talking but she can't hear her, the one voice she wants to hear except for one word, spat out like venom, 'fine'. "She's going to talk Taylor… You'd BETTER make it good," Kelly warns seriously.

"Thanks Kel…" The Chav returns and there's a short moment of rustling then a light huff of breath.

"What do you want Tay… Taylor?" A voice hisses, correcting herself and the brunette grimaces, she wasn't called Taylor, not by her… She'd done that on purpose of course.

"… I know sorry ain't gonna cut it-" Taylor begins.

"No shit!"

"Ya' gotta let me talk. Just 'ear me out…" The Chav pleads, her hands clenching and silence follows. "I know sorry ain't gonna cut it…" She repeats and she focuses on the words, controlling her slang as best she can. "… 'cause I've said it too many times for it ta' matter so instead I'm just gonna give ya' the truth which is, ta' put it simply, we're shit together and you deserve better than a dipshit like me… Ya' deserve someone who ain't a lazy arse sometimes and who'll get up extra early out the blue and make ya' one of those weird ass cheese omelettes ya' like… with coffee… black and with three sugars. You deserve someone who'll tidy the house for when ya' get home and not whine 'bout sleeping in that coffin ya' like, someone who'll water your plants ya've got all over the place and not get drunk and not say stupid things all the time… Ya' deserve tha'… but ya' see…" Taylor explains and she takes a deep breath.

"I love ya'… And I don't want ta' wake up without ya' there and I don't want ta' not have ya' moaning at me when I put my feet on the coffee table… I love ya'… I love ya' so bloody much that without ya' I'm nothin'…" She admits and she wipes the tears from her face and closes her eyes. "I want ta' be some who deserves ya'… I wanna have the chance ta' make ya' breakfast, to clean the house so ya' can chill as soon as ya' get home, I wanna have the chance to water ya' Venus fly trap and ta' say how much I love ya' to ya' face 'cause I never have before… I want ya' here Rea… and I wanna make it right…" She sniffs emotionally and she waits patiently for the verdict from the Emo.

"I…" Andrea starts before sighing. "…Tay…" The Chav on the other end off the line grits her teeth, bracing herself for the agony her long since ex-rival will proobably induce with her next words. "… We're horrible together…" Silently Taylor has to agree, absolutely God awful they are… "But we're even worse apart…" A spark of hope flares and Taylor fights it down, just in case. "… and shit, you're the only idiot stupid enough to put up with my constant complaining so I guess we're stuck together."

At those words, a sincere, thankful, amazed and outright overjoyed grin splits across the Chavs face and she brushes away more tears and chuckles lightly from pure relief.

"Taylor?" Andrea prompts.

"Yea'?" She smiles.

"Are you crying?" The Emo questions teasingly and Taylor can almost see the smirk but it doesn't prevent her beaming to herself.

"Nah! Chav's don't cry!" She protests and there's a comfortable pause.

"Taylor?"

"Yea'?" The Chav says again.

"Love you too… but you're still an idiot." With those parting words, the line goes dead and if Taylor thought her grin couldn't get any bigger she was just proven wrong and she puts the phone back and cracks her knuckles in preparation before swaggering off towards the kitchen. She has an omelette to make.

I can't promise many updates but the odd one might pop up. I'm still trying to sort everything out. Anyway, reviews really are appreciated and do make a difference when I'm... well, feeling like I am. I hope you'll review and thank you for reading.