Yeah...this is the last chapter :( Boo, right? But! I made it extra long for you :D It's 20 pages on my computer and it's like 6,000 words, so...enjoy! Um...I'm nervous about this chapter, though. There are a few scenes I'm not too sure about, so...be gentle? I've had a bad headache for six days now and I just got painkillers from the doc today for it, but the painkillers, while they work, make me sleepy...but I went ahead and wrote this chapter anyway because I was in the mood for it. But I can come back later and rewrite it if you really want? Anyway, let me know, okay?
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And this is all in Lo's POV.
Chapter Twenty-Seven: L is for Love
Taylor was alive.
It came as a happy surprise every time Lo glanced at his friend, who sat next to him in the car, if not awkwardly due to his wings. Blaise and Corbin were standing outside, talking. About what, Lo wasn't sure - honestly, he didn't want to know. It had been a long night - a long two nights. Just…long all around, and he was ready to go. Blaise and Corbin were talking to two others - people he didn't recognize - who had Shelia locked away in another car. Police? Except they didn't look like it. Police for them? Except wasn't that their job?
Lo eyed the rugged hole in Taylor's wing and the blood that surrounded it, tinting the golden feathers red. "Are you okay, T?" he asked, frowning as he sat as much against the door as he could to give the emotion taster room.
Taylor nodded. "Yeah - it's gone numb." He eyed the hole himself and sighed. "Our lives are freaking weird, huh?"
Lo scoffed. "You're just now realizing that, T?"
Taylor smiled faintly. "Well…maybe I've sort of known for a while. But lately things have taken a plunge into drastically weird."
Lo shrugged. "I'll give you that." He took in a slow breath and rubbed at his sore, raw and red wrists.
"Yeah. Now that I'm out of there."
Taylor nodded slowly and glanced out toward Blaise and Corbin. "Where do you think they're taking Shelia?"
Taylor shrugged. "Just curious, I guess. Blaise is turning into a mini-Corbin. It's kind of freaky."
"What's she doing out here anyway?" Lo asked, frowning as he watched Blaise interact with Corbin and the other two people he didn't recognize. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and she didn't seem to be hurt. Taylor would be a better judge of that, though, with his emotion tasting abilities.
Taylor sighed somewhat tiredly and gave a small shrug, wincing somewhat when the action pulled at his wounded wing. "I asked the same thing and all Corbin would say was that she was useful, and she just echoed the sentiment. Which, yeah, she was useful. She's been practicing her fire abilities. She came in handy."
"So you guys took down Sean?"
"Yeah. And a few of his buddies. Oh, and did you know what Corbin's ability is?"
Lo frowned. "You said something about energy earlier," he said, remember back. "What did you mean?"
"Well, if you would have let me finish instead of kissing me," Taylor said while giving him a brief look, but that was all he said on the matter, "I would have told you that spilled the beans so to speak, and told me that he can alter energy. Calls himself an energy alter. Creative, no? Anyway, apparently there's core energy, which is what makes people tick, inanimate energy, and animate energy. My necklace is helping to balance my core energy, that's how it's helping me. And he kept the library safe by…something about using inanimate energy to keep out animate energy…I don't know. It gave me a headache." Taylor shook his head. "But it's seriously not fair. You guys get all the cool abilities! You can turn into a damn dog, Blaise can flambé her enemies like she's having a mega cookout, and Corbin can alter energy like he's an Energizer bunny. Me? I taste how awesome you guys have it, go monster and hurt people, grow wings like it's Halloween, and have to wear jewelry." He grabbed his necklace for good measure. "This totally sucks."
Lo chuckled. He hadn't realized before how much he missed listening to Taylor ramble. Blaise, he realized, was probably right - maybe he did love Taylor. But what did love really mean? Did it mean enjoying being with the person? Dating? Kissing? Being close friends? Being there for each other? What did it really mean?
Taylor paused suddenly and frowned at him. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Weird?" Lo repeated, frowning.
Taylor sighed. "Ah, never mind. Your emotions are screwing with my head."
"Fluttery?" Was Taylor just making things up now? Or did this mean that Taylor did taste how he felt? He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, or how he felt about it. So he just settled for narrowing his eyes at his friend for the time being.
Taylor nodded and then stopped as jerked his head toward the window. "Here they come."
Lo looked to see Blaise and Corbin approaching the car. They climbed into the car and Corbin turned to look back at the two of them. "Still can't get the wings in, Taylor?" he asked.
Taylor sighed and shook his head. "No. The crazy woman shot one of them, too."
"Well, we'll figure it out when we get back to the library. Maybe you just need to sleep. I'll give you a shot of something."
"Of what?" Taylor asked suspiciously.
Corbin just shook his head and keyed the ignition, revving the engine to life as they pulled away from the small house. It was hard for Lo to believe this was where he had been kept for the better part of two days now. He didn't even bother looking back at it as they drove away - he didn't need to see it again. Shelia was in another car and the people he didn't recognize climbed into it, driving in the opposite direction. Where they were going, Lo didn't know, and he didn't care to know. All he cared about was the fact that she was gone from his life now, and he was free from her clutches, and Taylor was alive.
Sean was gone. Shelia was gone. Taylor was alive.
It was over, right? The rogue was gone. His hired help was gone. Taylor was alive.
Lo settled back against the door and the seat and sighed.
It was nearly an hour before they made it back to the library. Blaise bounced out of the car while Taylor stiffly stood from the vehicle. Lo watched him and his wounded wing, glancing around to make sure no one was around to see it. No one was, thankfully - it would be hard to explain away. The house Shelia had been had had been secluded so it hadn't really been an issue out there, but here, at the library…well, it was more public. Quickly, they entered the library and Corbin told Blaise to go to her room. She did so without argument, surprisingly, and Corbin followed Taylor to his room, where Lo also went.
Taylor frowned at the two of them as he entered his room, but he sat stiffly on his bed, grabbing at his shoulder - the one that was attached to his wounded wing.
"How are you feeling?" Corbin asked.
"Stiff," Taylor muttered. Lo had a distinctive feeling he was leaving out the 'duh' part. "Tired."
"Well, pardon me for saying so, but you look like hell," Corbin told him easily, calmly.
Lo snorted from his position near the door, where he was leaning against the wall. He'd shut the door on his way into the room. 'Hell' was putting it mildly, in his opinion. Taylor's shirt was coated with red-brown, the dried color of blood. He was sure the shirt was stiff with it as well. His friend's skin was also tainted with the color. It stained his mouth, his teeth, his neck, his hands, his arms…it looked like he'd almost showered in it. Or had been laying in a pool of it…
Lo looked away, closing his eyes.
He could feel it, though, when Taylor's gaze snapped toward him. "Stop it," his friend hissed at him. "No more guilt. You know guilt tastes awful. It's not your fault - it wasn't you, Lo." Taylor's voice was stern.
Lo didn't bother answering, because, in a way, it was his fault. It had been his form that had done it to Taylor. He knew it was stupid, thinking like this, but he couldn't help it. He should have been stronger. In that apartment - he should have known it wasn't Taylor. He should have figured it out sooner. He should have done something so that none of this would have happened. He shouldn't have been so weak.
His weakness had gotten his friend killed. Taylor had been killed - he'd died. He may have come back somehow. He may have been alive now, but he had been killed. Lo had seen the picture. Taylor himself had told him. And no matter what Taylor or anyone else said, it was his fault.
Something suddenly slammed into his stomach and he hissed in pain, his head snapping in the direction of the assault. He glared at Taylor, who was narrowing his eyes at him, lowering his hand. He looked down and found a shoe on the ground. "Did you just throw a shoe at me?"
"I told you no more guilt. You left me no choice…nothing else was in reach," Taylor said while pulling off his other shoe. "Shall I throw another? Or are you done blaming yourself? Because I will throw it, Lo. Don't think I won't. And the next one is going right at your thick skull."
"Boys," Corbin cut in with a sigh, shaking his head. "Must you fight?"
Lo glared at his boss.
"Good," Corbin said before glancing at Taylor. "I'm going to give you something to put you to sleep."
Taylor paused. "I'm not so sure I like the sound of that. Are you putting me down? Is it because I attacked someone?"
Lo growled low in his throat and stepped away from the wall before he could stop himself. Corbin glanced at him and then back at Taylor, shaking his head. "No," he said calmly. "It's just to help you relax. I have a theory."
"You wanna share it with the class?" Lo snapped.
"Not particularly, until I'm sure about it," Corbin said as he hurried out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.
Lo shook his head at his boss's departure and sat next to Taylor on his bed, looking at his wounded left wing. He was sitting on his left side, and so he reached out and grabbed hold of the wing, running his fingers over the feathers tenderly. He had never touched Taylor's wings before, and was surprised at how soft they actually felt. The wing quivered in his grasp and he found Taylor watching him curiously.
"Does this hurt?" he asked.
"No," Taylor said quietly. "Just…feels kind of weird. Not bad, though."
Lo tightened his grip on the wing, bending it somewhat. "Are there…bones in it?"
"I think so."
He nodded slowly and moved his hand, tracing his fingers over the feathers until he got to the red ones. Gently, he prodded the wound, pushing feathers aside. Taylor winced and he stopped. "Sorry," he apologized. "It looks like it was a clean shot, at least. It went all the way through. Clean hole."
Taylor nodded slowly. "Alright. That's good, anyway." He shifted somewhat, his wing also shifting in Lo's hold. Lo moved his hand away and dropped it onto the bed.
"Yeah," he murmured. "That's good."
A silence stretched between the two of them. Taylor tapped his foot awkwardly against the ground, looking at the ground as he put his hands on his knees, hunching forward. Lo sighed and rubbed at the back of his neck, wondering what to do.
Luckily, Corbin saved him the trouble, because at that moment he burst into the room with a syringe. Lo narrowed his eyes because he hated syringes. If he ever saw one again it would be too soon. "What's that for?" he asked with a growl in his voice as he stood from the bed. Taylor watched with narrowed eyes as well.
"Something to help Taylor sleep," Corbin assured him. "First, though, I say we clean up that hole in your wing. Taylor, you cleaned up Logan's hand, am I right?"
Taylor blinked at him. "Um…yeah?"
That felt like so long ago…
"You kept the bandages in here, didn't you? And the alcohol?"
"Good. In the drawer?" Corbin gestured at the bedside table. Taylor nodded and Corbin put the syringe down on the table before pulling the drawer open to reveal the alcohol and the bandages. "Logan, go get me a clean towel, please."
Lo narrowed his eyes but quickly left to do as Corbin said. He returned a moment later, clean towel in hand, and handed it to his boss who was now sitting on the bed next to Taylor, much the same way Lo had been a moment ago, his hand carding through the golden feathers. Lo narrowed his eyes, feeling a growl catch in his throat even though he wasn't sure as to why. Taylor glanced at him with a frown and Lo turned away and leaned against the wall.
"Alright, a clean shot," Corbin said before he poured some alcohol onto the wound. Taylor hissed in pain and his body tensed, stiffening as his fingers curled tightly into the sheets of his bed, his teeth biting down hard into his lower lip. Corbin used the towel to clean the wound, rubbing at the red feathers and the jagged wound, before he reached for the bandages. A moment later, the wound was patched and Corbin reached for the syringe.
"So…what's that going to do?" Taylor asked suspiciously, eying it. "Because it smells awful."
"You can smell it?" Corbin asked. "Interesting."
"Yes. It's freaking fascinating. Now, what's it going to do, exactly? And why do I have to take it? I can sleep fine on my own, thanks. I'm perfectly exhausted."
"It's to help you, Taylor. Consider it more of a balancing thing, if you will."
Taylor paused as though thinking while Lo blinked at them, confused. Finally, Taylor sighed, nodding. "Alright. How do you want me?"
"On your back is fine."
"They'll be fine."
Taylor shrugged and lay down on his back on his bed, his arms resting at his sides. "Alright, doc - inject me."
Corbin lifted the syringe and injected whatever it was into Taylor's neck. The tube was too hazy to see what color of liquid it was from Lo's perspective and it put a bad feeling in the bit of his stomach. He pushed off the wall and move closer to the bed, watching as Taylor yawned.
"What did you give him?" he asked Corbin.
"Just a sedative," Corbin said. "A strong one."
"This is weird…" Taylor complained sleepily, his eyes half open as his breaths began to even out. "Why…do you both…have to watch me…sleep…?"
"You're not that special," Lo assured him.
Taylor smiled faintly as his eyes fell closed and his breaths evened out in sleep.
Lo waited a minute and then sighed. "Shouldn't we…leave him to sleep?" he asked, frowning.
"You can." Corbin reached out and put two fingers to Taylor's neck while he checked his watched, counting. Lo frowned and then watched the rise and fall of Taylor's chest. He was breathing. He was alive. So what was Corbin doing?
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Checking his pulse."
"It's abnormally fast despite his normal breathing."
"What?" Lo moved forward and pressed his fingers to Taylor's neck as well. Corbin was right - Taylor's pulse was fast. It skittered rapidly across his fingertips. "Why? Why's it so fast?" he asked, glancing at Corbin worriedly as he pulled his fingers away.
"I suspect that when he was killed, his human half died. The 'monster side', as you two call it, took over and that's how he's still alive."
"So you're saying…he's not…really alive?" Lo swallowed thickly. He wasn't entirely sure he would be able to handle it if that was the case. Already, just thinking about it, he could feel a pain increasing in his chest as he glanced down at his sleeping friend.
"You love him."
God damn it, when did I start caring so much? he thought to himself.
"No," Corbin said, shaking his head. "That's not what I'm saying at all. He's alive. His human side is alive. It was killed but brought back. The monster side didn't die - and that is how he is alive. The monster side took over, that is what I'm saying. And it's still in control, despite the fact that Taylor is in control right now and despite the fact that the necklace is working. The fact is, he attacked someone tonight. And he attacked Sean."
Lo scowled. "I don't think Sean counts. He deserved whatever he got."
"What? You know it's true!"
"Be that as it may," Corbin said, giving him a look, "I feel that the reason his wings won't go away, as he puts it, is because he's not in control right now. The monster half is. He's not himself - not really."
"So what do we do?" Lo asked. "How do we help him?"
"That's why I gave him the sedative."
Lo frowned, confused. "What do you mean?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. He wasn't so sure he liked the tone of Corbin's voice, the calm way he spoke the words. He looked down at Taylor who still looked peaceful in his sleep. Maybe a little too peaceful? "How strong of a sedative did you give him?"
"You must understand, Logan," Corbin said calmly, giving him a stern look to hold his gaze, "that the only way to help him is to essentially repeat the process."
"What process?" Lo growled, glaring at him. Why could Corbin never just give him a straight answer?
Corbin shrugged. "Well…the monster half took over at his death. His human side will take over at his…"
"Death?" Lo finished angrily. "Are you serious? No! You're not killing him!" His hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.
"I'm not going to kill him, Logan - calm down," Corbin said easily, shaking his head.
"You're damn fucking right you're not," Lo hissed, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I won't let you."
"I did say essentially, didn't I? He just needs to be at a state close to death. Or, in this case, a deep sleep. So I gave him a strong sedative." Corbin shrugged. "He should be getting to that stage in…about a few minutes or so."
"Are you crazy?" Lo snapped furiously as he grabbed fistfuls of Corbin's shirt, the first physical move he could ever remember making on the man, but damn it, how could Corbin do this? He glared into Corbin's dark eyes. "You could kill him!"
"You should watch your tone, Logan," Corbin said, narrowing his eyes as he twisted free of Lo's grip. "I'm doing this for his own good."
"His own good?" Lo spluttered.
Corbin nodded and then gestured toward Taylor, who had gone very still on the bed. Lo shifted his gaze toward his friend. Taylor's breaths had gone quiet and shallow, barely there. Corbin touched two fingers to Taylor's neck and checked his watch, counting again. "Good, his pulse is slowing."
"Good?" Lo growled. "You're killing him!" He grabbed Corbin's arm and tugged him away from Taylor, his fingers curling harshly into his skin. "Fix it."
"Logan, this is good."
"Look at him!"
"I assure you, he is fine."
"Fix him!" Lo snapped, tightening his hold on Corbin's arm. He didn't care that his nails had turned into his dog claws and had sliced through the skin or that blood was dribbling down Corbin's arm.
Corbin took in a deep breath and looked at him calmly. "I respect your concern for your friend, Logan, but it is unnecessary. Do you really think I would simply kill him?"
"I don't know," Lo hissed. "You keep talking about how you might have to kill him if he loses control, right? Well you just said he's not in control. Fix him. Right now!" He could hear Taylor's breaths becoming fainter and fainter, dispersing into nothing, and damn it, if that didn't make his heart stutter in his chest, he wasn't sure what did. There was a tight knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow down as his gaze skittered toward his motionless friend. He had an urge to try and wake him but he knew his efforts would be useless.
"I think you should wait outside, Logan."
"Not until you fix this," Lo snarled, snapping his gaze back toward Corbin.
"Everything will work out fine," Corbin assured him easily, his voice forever calm. "And I would appreciate it if you would release my arm. I would prefer the rest of my blood remain in my veins."
Lo growled low in his throat and released Corbin's arm, only because he knew he couldn't change Corbin's mind and because, even though Corbin had a strange way of doing things, the man hadn't really steered either of them wrong yet. Lo had a begrudging trust and respect for the guy and while he hated to admit it, he had to trust him right now because he didn't know how to help Taylor. He glared dangerously at Corbin. "If he dies," he vowed coldly, "I'll kill you."
Corbin watched him momentarily. "I assure you that won't be necessary," he said finally before shifting his gaze down toward Taylor. "Now go wait outside."
"I'm not going anywhere." He wasn't leaving his friend.
Corbin nodded and felt for Taylor's pulse again. Lo could tell from his breathing that it had gone down and was disappearing. He watched nervously as Corbin counted with his stupid wristwatch.
"The monster half should be 'dying', so to speak, any moment now," Corbin told him.
Lo gritted his teeth together and didn't respond. Instead he watched as Taylor's breaths cut off completely. He shot a glance at Corbin.
"Give him a minute," Corbin said calmly.
Lo growled and moved closer to the bed, approaching his friend. "How do you this is going to work? You could have just killed him," he growled, feeling helpless, and he absolutely abhorred feeling helpless, especially when it concerned his friend.
Especially when he'd just found out he was alive.
"You love him."
God damn it, Taylor, you better not die on me.
"It wasn't just a sedative I gave him," Corbin admitted.
Lo glared. "What the hell was it, then?"
"It was mixed with a bit of my own concoction, if you will - something to help balance his core energy. I'm sure he filled you in on my abilities?"
"He did," Lo said, giving a tight nod as he glanced back down at his friend, who looked far too still and pale on the bed, his lips blue. "Why isn't he breathing? You said he'd breathe."
"I said to give him a minute."
"It's been a damn minute!"
"I didn't mean an actual literal minute - it could take a few."
"For all you know, you killed him!" Lo lightly trailed a few fingers across Taylor's left wing - the one closest to him - and frowned when the wing didn't quiver or shift in the slightest. He glared violently at Corbin who was watching him. "Fix this."
"Give it time."
"It's been time!"
"I'm not!" How was he overreacting? For all he knew, Corbin had just killed Taylor and he'd just stood there and watched while he'd put the damn needle into his friend's neck. He might as well have participated. Fuck, it hurt.
"You are. Calm down," Corbin said.
Lo glared and was about to say something back at him when Taylor's wings suddenly shrank, sliding back inside of him, disappearing into his back. He watched, transfixed, as they vanished and Taylor came awake gasping, sitting up instantly, coughing as he grabbed painfully at his chest.
"Ow," he groaned, wincing. "What happened?" He looked around, his flashing toward Lo and Corbin. "What…are you two doing in my room? And fuck, why is it freezing in here?"
Lo felt like he could breathe again. That tight knot in his stomach loosened as he sat next to Taylor on the bed. "Are you okay?" he asked. "How do you feel?"
"Um…cold? Tired? I'm fine, Lo." His gaze moved toward Corbin. "Why is your arm bleeding? Did you two fight while you knocked me out?" He cocked his head to the side. "How long was I asleep?"
"Just a few minutes," Corbin assured him, "and my arm is fine, Taylor, thanks for asking. Logan here just got a bit concerned, is all."
"About what?" Taylor asked, frowning.
Corbin shook his head. "We can discuss it later. Right now, you should probably get some more rest and I have other matters to attend to. I'll check in on you later." He turned and left the room.
"Lo? What's he talking about?"
Lo shook his head. "Nothing, T. Nothing. You're okay. Your wings are gone, too. You just…needed to sleep." He wasn't lying, exactly - just leaving out some details. And he made sure to keep his emotions in check. He didn't want Taylor to feel guilty for letting his monster half take control when it wasn't his fault to begin with - well, more guilty than he knew his friend already felt about it. With practice, Taylor would be able to completely control it and there would be nothing to worry about. "Are you feeling okay? Are you sure?"
Taylor frowned at him. "Yes, I'm fine. Are you okay? You're being…super nice to me."
Lo scoffed. "I'm not allowed to be nice?"
Taylor shrugged. "You're allowed, it's just…different."
Lo shook his head and stood, moving toward the door to let Taylor get some sleep.
"Hey - Lo?"
Lo turned to face him as he grabbed the door handle. "Mm?"
Taylor smiled. "I'm glad you're okay."
Lo paused and then smiled back. "I'm glad you're okay too," he said. "Get some rest." Then he opened the door and exited the room.
"Freedom!" Taylor said happily as he stepped out of the library, breathing in the fresh air. "Ah…it's so sweet." He grinned at Lo. Lo shook his head at the emotion taster and tossed him the keys. Taylor caught them. "Really? I get to drive? How did they even get the car back? You know what? Never mind. Forget I asked. They're like creepy ninjas." He hurried to the driver's side and climbed in, quickly keying the ignition as Lo pulled open the passenger door and slid in as well.
Taylor pulled away from the curb quickly and Lo sent him a glare as he fastened is seatbelt. Taylor sent him a sheepish grin and swung the wheel around a corner, turning quickly, obviously eager to get away from the library.
"Blaise wants to come visit sometime," Taylor told him as he drove. "I told her it was okay."
Lo grunted in response as they sped through the streets, pausing only occasionally at intersections.
Today was the day they were finally, after what felt like forever, returning to their apartment - for real this time. Taylor was obviously ecstatic about it and eager to return to it. Their duffels were in the backseat and they were on their way, on their way back to their old life now that this was finally over.
Lo was certainly glad. Sean and Shelia were both gone.
And somehow both he and Taylor were still alive. Sometimes he still wondered how.
"I can't wait to sleep in my own bed again," Taylor said dreamily. "I'm going to jump into it and never leave it again. Never!"
"You'll leave it for food."
"Only if you're cooking."
Taylor slid a glance toward him. "Steak?" he asked hopefully. "Since I can taste it now and not just taste how much you enjoy it?"
Lo chuckled. "We'll see."
"I say we celebrate our return to the apartment with steak."
"You don't get a vote."
"Because this isn't a democracy in this car."
"It's my car."
"So therefore it's totalitarian and I rule all in this car, and I said we'll see," Lo told him.
Taylor stuck his tongue out at him.
"Oh, yeah, real mature, T."
"I thought so," Taylor said with a wide grin.
Lo rolled his eyes and sighed.
A moment later, Taylor pulled up along the curb outside their apartment complex. He all but jumped out of the car, tossing the keys at Lo. Lo caught them and climbed out of the car as well, grabbing their duffel bags, throwing one at Taylor. Taylor grabbed his and together, they walked into the complex and up the stairs - since Lo still had a thing about elevators - and stopped outside their door. They shared a look and Taylor smiled before keying the lock. Then he pushed the door open and they entered their apartment.
It looked exactly how Lo remembered it. Lo put his duffel down and breathed in the familiar scent, allow himself a moment to relax. In all the time he had been staying at the library, he realized he had never completely relaxed in all the time he had been there because it had never really been home. It had only been temporary and he'd known that. Taylor ran down the hallway and toward his room, disappearing into it. Lo shook his head and sighed, entering his own room.
He had a brand new wad of bills in his pocket - payment for this latest job. Taylor also had money. There was also money in the bank from this job. The money they had with them now was 'spending money', as Corbin put it. Whatever - it paid the bills and kept them fed and happy, so Lo didn't ask questions. Maybe that was why he never really argued about the nature of this job - hunting down rogues, for instance, or other people with abilities. Dangerous, maybe - but damn did it pay well when one knew people like Corbin.
They were going to need to go the store if they wanted food. They hadn't been here in so long that everything they had was bad. It would all have to be thrown out.
Lo sighed and exited his room to go tell Taylor they'd have to go to the store. He found Taylor in his room, resting on his bed, laying on his back. His head turned to face him as he entered the room. Taylor sat up and smiled at him. "Hey, Lo," he said happily. "I missed this place so much. Except that window by the fire escape. I think we should do something about that. That's how that crazy bitch took you, isn't it?"
Lo blinked at Taylor. "Um…yeah?" he murmured. "I think?"
"I was kind of unconscious?"
Taylor nodded. "Well, it was open when we came in." He shrugged and stood from the bed. "So, what'd you want?"
"We need to go the store."
Taylor nodded again. "Yeah, I was just thinking the sa-" He tripped over his duffel bag, which he had apparently dropped on the floor next to his bed, and he went tumbling forward into Lo, who instinctively brought his arms up, catching him against his chest. Taylor's own arms came around him as well as though for balance as he caught himself against him. "Heh…sorry. I'm clumsy."
"You should be more careful."
"Yeah, well…no one's perfect."
Neither of them made a move to step away or let go, though. Lo did find that he liked the warmth pressed against him. He looked down at Taylor as his friend straightened against him, standing, and the emotion taster looked at him. Their eyes met, gold locking on blue.
"Um…" Lo blinked awkwardly.
Taylor just kept looking at him.
"Taylor…, we should, uh…"
"You love him."
"We should go…"
"You love him."
"I mean, we should…"
"You love him."
"I love you."
His eyes went wide. Holy shit, had he really just said that, out loud? He honestly hadn't meant to. What he had meant to say was 'we should probably go to the store now'. Not 'I love you'.
Taylor blinked at him and then breathed out a heavy sigh. "Alright, good, 'cause Blaise said you did and then I was confused because I didn't think so but then there was that fluttery sensation and I didn't know what it meant because I hadn't really tasted it before, especially from you but she said it and then I asked about it but no one would tell me anything and Corbin wouldn't let me ask any questions and-"
Taylor swallowed. "Yes?" he asked quietly.
Lo smirked. "You talk too much."
Then he leaned forward, this time fully meaning to do what he did next, and lightly pressed his lips to Taylor's. He only added more pressure to the kiss when he felt Taylor press back, leaning into it as well. Taylor's arms came around him a little more even though neither of them had dropped their arms as of yet, still holding onto each other from where Taylor had tripped. His heart raced freely in his chest but he didn't care, because he hadn't realized until now how much he had actually wanted this - wanted to kiss Taylor, wanted Taylor to kiss him back, wanted to tell him he loved him and admit it to himself that he did.
They broke the kiss only when oxygen became an issue, and Taylor smiled at him. Lo smiled back, feeling more free and happy than he had in a long while.
"Shh," Lo murmured, kissing him again - and God, he decided he did like kissing those lips. "You're talking again."
Taylor twisted and shoved him against the wall, causing the breath to leave Lo's lungs. Taylor grinned at him, pinning him there, his arms on either side of him. "But I think you might want to hear this," he whispered into Lo's ear, his hot breath running down his neck.
Lo nodded quickly. "Then talk," he muttered.
Taylor smiled at him and pressed his lips to Lo's quickly before pulling back, smirking. "I think I love you, too."
And if that didn't make Lo's heart feel warm and lighter, he wasn't sure what did. He wrapped his arms around Taylor and turned, rolling the two of them so that Taylor was the one pressed against the wall.
"And for the record," Taylor said, quirking a brow at him, "I do not talk too much - you just don't like to listen."
End of Tasteful.
Story continues in Road Trip ~ Now Posted!
Sooo...how does the ending sound? It's one of the parts I'm a little worried about, heh. I think I could have made it better if I wasn't so tired and strung out with a headache for six days, but...I guess it's okay for how I was. Anyway XD Please let me know what you think! Thank you so much for reading and I really truly hope you enjoyed the read, and please look out for the SEQUEL, Road Trip, which should be coming soon! And please review!