Sixers, I'm going to be 100% honest with you…I've…had a brain fog *swoons in embarrassment* I've forgotten exactly how to put Kevin's marvelously, wonderfully, SPECTACULARLY- ahem…. evil plot, due to…to….um…something came up.
*Pounding knocking on the door*
"ALAYSIA? Are you still in there?" GeneralWildcat's voice sounded "The studio is about to close for the night! Where's the crew? Why is the door locked?"
Kevin scrambled and did the best impersonation that he could, "Busy! Busy busy busy!" He fluttered his eyes, imitating the glee filled author "And they went home! I just love writing this story so much! And you know how I get about the reviews! They're my LIFE! OH! Speaking of which, can you please tell ZayaMartinForever1995, that she is the epitome of awesome?
"O….kay?" General blinked before narrowing her eyes and motioning Kaychaylorandetc over
"Thank you~" he chirped
General shook her head as the fabulous co-author too, became suspicious. "Al, your voice is deeper than usual. You okay?" coughing was heard as the two cringed.
"Coming down with a cold!" He croaked
"O…kay?" The two said in unison "Night…"
"Goodnight~!" Kevin sang as the two left. He grinned evilly and continued to type
"You found her?" Taylor sighed in relief "Thank goodness…" she said in her office the next morning.
"Yeah, she was at the park…" Chad sighed
"How is she?" Taylor asked gently
Chad looked over to his daughter, who hadn't eaten all morning, was silent, and was staring darkly into space. "She hasn't said anything all morning…"
"She's not talking to you?" Taylor gasped softly
"Um…I can't really say that…I haven't tried…" He sighed
"Then try!" Taylor said
"She hates me Taylor…" Jasmine looked over, Chad didn't notice
"Did she say that to you?"
"No…but I just know…I was hated by you for a very long time. I think I understand that long silent treatments equal hate."
"Chad!" Taylor exclaimed
"I can't okay?! I can't have the one person in this world, who still loved me hate me too!" He practically yelled into the receiver
Silence.
"Chad?" Taylor's voice shook after a moment. No reply. "Chad listen,"
"I'm listening…" his voice slightly cracked
"We didn't exactly try…and because of that we fell apart. So please…"
Chad's eyes shut
"Try…" Taylor whispered
Chad took a moment to collect himself, he turned around. Jasmine was gone. He sighed and placed a hand on his head. When he looked down, Jasmine was standing next to him.
"Hi…" She whispered
"Hey…" Chad did the same. He went back to Taylor. "She said hi…"
No reply.
"Taylor?" he said slowly. "Taylor!"
"I'm here, sorry…" she said, sounding sort of urpy. "I haven't been feeling well?" she groaned softly "That's great…I presume she doesn't want to speak to me?" Chad looked down at Jazzy, she shook her head.
"No…" he sighed
"Right." Taylor nodded
"Sorry…how have you been feeling?" He asked
"Just…urpy. I have a migraine, I'm sore, and I feel insanely nauseous." She groaned "I don't understand what happened! My body just, turned on me!" She said in frustration.
"That sounds…weird…" Chad blinked, thoughts running through his mind. "Well Taylor- "
The door knocked.
"Chad, my 1:00 is here, I'll call you back…I'll be there by five." She said before hanging up. "Come in Mrs. Jamison!" the woman breezed in.
"Taylor, another one of the company's inventions have gone missing!" She said in distress "IT'S HORRIBLE!" She said, tears springing to her eyes.
"Mrs. Jamison I'm so sorry." Taylor said sympathetically. "Have a seat." She gestured as the woman sat, dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "We've been working on the case…I've been searching with the police and through every file and tape I could find! Whoever stole from you, had someone with a really good knowledge of technology. We suspect they did something to um…"
"To what?" The woman held her head high.
"Make it look like nothing happened…" Taylor said softly with her hands folded
"WHAT?!" Mrs. Jamison stood outraged. "LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?! HOW CAN THIS BE?! HOW COULD- HOW COULD-"
"Mrs. Jamison please!" Taylor pleaded, the woman sat in near defeat. "We're just as concerned as you are. We're trying to find out who could be a suspect!"
"I have a slight clue." She said in such a way, it made Taylor squirm.
"Which is?"
She smacked a tabloid down. In bold on the front cover it read,
MCKESSIE ENTERPRISES AND J TOWERS SCANDAL?
Taylor's jaw dropped slightly as she slowly looked up in disgust at Mrs. Jamison. "Are you accusing my family of stealing your inventions?" she asked with a smile and as calmly as she possibly could.
"Well, in a way Miss. Taylor I suppose I am." Mrs. Jamison cleaned her reading spectacles.
"IT'S IN A TABLOID FOR GOODNESS SAKES!" She exclaimed insulted "Are you honestly going to believe a tabloid?!" The older woman looked down slightly. "For years, my father has been nothing but loyal to you and your company. He would never- ever do something so- so- DESPICABLE!" she said getting more peeved by the second. "Do you think he made such an alliance so he could steal from you? Do you think I agreed to be your lawyer so he could steal from you?!"
"You are good with technology. And as you mentioned, the thieves were good with technology. Last time I read the newspaper, your family was noticed. And you especially were noticed for your, 'outstanding skills and brain'." Mrs. Jamison said defensively.
"That makes absolutely no sense!" Taylor exclaimed, turning crimson. She was getting hot.
"Well Taylor," The older female began before stopping and looking at her attorney concerned. "Taylor?" Taylor held up a finger before her eyes widened and she ran to the waste bin, unloading her stomach's contents. She quickly ran over and pulled back the younger woman's long hair.
"Honey are you ill?" Mrs. Jamison asked, feeling her forehead. "Oh my you are! Your head is burning hot! I think you have a fever!"
Taylor nodded "I think so as well…a lot of people are getting sick lately…" she hurled again. Mrs. Jamison clicked her tongue.
"Poor child…" She sighed and cleaned up Taylor, retrieving an icepack and laying it on her forehead. "You're right…" she sighed. "I shouldn't have been so unfair. Your family is so wonderful. I guess it's because I was just so upset about our inventions…"
"It's fine Mrs. Jamison…" Taylor smiled and sighed "I'd have done the same."
"You can't trust gossip magazines, their authors are just poor souls who want money and something bigger that they can't have in life because of their personalities! Their readers are usually the same. To think I stooped so low!" She huffed
"Mrs. Jamison that can't possibly be true for everyone. My fiancé owns one of the most successful tabloids in the nation." She smiled kindly "And surely you must have a friend who engages in reading them?"
"Oh I am sorry Taylor…" she placed a hand on Taylor's apologetically "And I do…our receptionist at the Tower. John Edgars. His father also runs a tabloid" She sighed "He is a very honorable man." She nodded.
Taylor smiled "See?"
Mrs. Jamison nodded "I do." She nodded again before looking up at Taylor. "Taylor darling?"
Taylor smiled "Yes?"
"How is your fiancé?" she asked
"He's amazing actually. He can be a bit pigheaded at times but he's truly wonderful." She said "He makes a lot of money, and he likes showing it off." She rolled her eyes before pausing "But…he goes out a lot, and we don't often spend time together…whenever I ask he says it's a surprise. I suppose it's for the wedding…"
Mrs. Jamison quirked an eyebrow. Taylor began to stare into space, with a slightly annoyed look.
She inhaled, still staring off. "He always wants the bigger things in life." She shook her head before laughing with distaste. "His car, the hotel rooms he rents, and he said that I was just absolutely the best he could do." She rolled her eyes. "Yes…that's…Kevin." She blinked. She appeared to be deep in thought.
"I'm sorry to hear that honey…" Mrs. Jamison looked disturbed as well.
"So am I." She replied. The two women sat in silence, both deep in thought of their lives.
-My high! It's come back to me! -
"I don't hate you." Jasmine said to Chad after an extremely long silence. Chad looked at her, curious. "I was just…" Jasmine played with her hands "Hurt…and shocked…and irritated." She explained "No one bothered to tell me…"
"I found out a few months before." Chad said honestly. "I was told not to tell…" before Jasmine could immediately complain about her mother, Chad stopped her. "I'm sure she had her reasons." He said "Very pathetic ones." He mumbled "But they must have been good reasons. She's too smart for that…" he remembered back in high school when the newspaper recognized her and her family for their intelligence. Her and her father had the most notice.
"Yes, mommy's too smart for pathetically good reasons." Jasmine said, going back to her normal self.
Chad looked at the child. "Young lady, that was meant to be smart and you know it." Though he was scolding her, he had a small smile on his face.
"You're right…sorry daddy…" Jasmine's eyes immediately widened "I-I mean-"Chad shook his head with a small smile, a few tears forming in his eyes.
"It's okay…" He said as his eyes became dry again.
Jasmine hugged him. "Can I call you daddy? If you don't want me to its okay…" she was officially back to her normal self
Chad lifted her chin "Well now that you know I'm your father it would be disrespectful not to." He smiled. She giggled as he pecked her forehead. They sat on the stairs in silence.
"But your name is so cool though." Jasmine said
"Well…we can make it uncool?" Chad suggested
"Hm...that would be hard." Jasmine sighed "What about Chdad?"
Chad looked at her. His face showed all the distaste in the world. It clearly said…ew. "No." Chad said
Jazzy giggled "So… how about Chaddy?"
Chad groaned "Your mother called me that whenever she wanted to annoy me. Your aunts and uncles started it." He cringed "They never got enough of it."
Jazzy laughed in glee ""What about Chad the Dad?"
Chad laughed with her "Stop!" the two were absolutely dying. Chad began to tickle her, Jazzy giggled so much she couldn't breathe. Chad gave his daughter a hug.
"Let's just stick with daddy." Jasmine smiled up at him.
"Fine with me." He tapped her nose. The doorbell rang. "That's your mom." He smiled "Go get your stuff." Jasmine gave a small smile, knowing more apologies were due as she ran upstairs. Chad opened the door.
"Thanks again." Taylor smiled
"No problem, feeling better?" he gave her a hug.
"A little." She nodded "I can't get married if I'm sick…" she sighed
Chad quirked an eyebrow.
"It's in a week." Taylor explained "Remember how when we were in school, I would always be out for a week and a half or slightly less when I got sick?"
"Oh yes I remember that…" Chad said "What gets me is that you're still getting married."
Taylor sighed, placing a hand atop her head. "But of course."
Chad scoffed quietly, looking away with a smile "But of course." He said, adding emphasis to each quickly said word.
Taylor crossed her arms "Don't be like that please."
"Don't be like what?!" Chad's head turned to her as he began to get angry. Sad? Angry? Offended? In love? HUMAN?!" he exclaimed "I'm sorry Taylor but I don't think I can just throw my feelings for someone away like you do."
Taylor was so shocked by his final statement that she barely noticed his previous ones "Chad I'm sorry but whatever happened between us is gone!"
"Is it though?" Chad asked sarcastically
"We made a few mistakes. Even though those things occurred you can't just…expect me to drop Kevin I love him!" Taylor exclaimed
"And not me." Chad shrugged "I get it."
"You know I didn't say that." Taylor said in near defeat
"So you love us both?" Chad quirked an eyebrow sarcastically.
"I CAN'T LOVE YOU AND HIM LIKE THAT!" Taylor exclaimed, practically tearing her hair out.
"THEN CHOOSE." Chad said defiantly, arms crossed.
And then, in that moment. They were back in Chad's old apartment. Five years ago.
Silence.
"Don't do this to me." Taylor said quietly, arms crossed.
"Oh I'm doing this to you." Chad nodded as they stood head to head. One cutting their eyes at the other. Chad shook his head after a while. "Way to try." He said in slight disgust. Footsteps were heard behind them.
"Come on Jasmine." Taylor called to the child, extending her hand. Jasmine took her mother's hand, staring back and forth between the two.
Chad cleared his throat and knelt down. "Um…Honey?" he said quietly "You know I love you."
His daughter nodded. "Mhm…"
"Maybe we should keep the secret under wraps for a while…it could affect my job…" Chad said gently, looking at Taylor for a second. "Is that okay?"
Jasmine nodded "I don't want the tabloids to get you…I'll try and keep Kevin quiet." Jasmine's mood darkened as she remembered her soon to be wicked stepfather.
"Okay." Chad gave a small smile, kissing her forehead "Bye, I love you."
"Love you too." Jasmine said, giving him a hug.
Taylor nodded as he stood. Chad inhaled. He waved to Jasmine and looked to his ex. "Goodbye Taylor." He said
"Goodbye." Taylor held her head high.
"I'll come see Jasmine after work." Chad confirmed
"Alright." Taylor said, Jasmine hugged her arm.
Stone cold silence.
Taylor exhaled, smiling at her daughter. "Come along young lady, we have matters to discuss."
"Okay mommy…" she smiled. The two walked out. Jasmine looked back before Taylor closed the door.
The two groups went back to their normal lives.
