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During my 1 hour break before I descend back into hell that is schoolwork, I shall post 2 chapters of Barfight. I just find the next chapter absolutely hilarious, and the next one's not bad either ;-) Just imagine, Taylor, shirtless, sexy, sweaty...a good combo. So enjoy and lots of feedback all. I'll explain my BLAHness next entry.
Part 13 - How All Hell Broke Loose
“Amanda, what in the hell is the deal with you and Patrick parading around here in practically no clothing? Is this some kind of ancient trickery to fuck up mine and Lacey’s date, because if it is, I want a fucking confession right NOW!” Taylor jumped up out of the couch after Lacey shut the door and spilled the Pellegrino on the carpet, bumping a couple select items on the floor as well.
“I…I didn’t mean to,” she suddenly burst out in an embarrassed shriek, feeling the tears surfacing, “We…we didn’t mean to. It was just a stupid prank we wanted to pull.”
“Yeah, very funny,” Taylor sighed deeply, digging his hands into his jean pockets, “Do you know how long it’s taken me to go out with another girl since Marci? Do you?”
“Um…hasn’t it been…4 months?”
“Yeah, 4 months,” Taylor sighed deeply, “Just to ask a girl out. I mean…do you know how badly I just want to get past her cheating ass? Do you know how fucking long I have dreamt that her cheating on me with another GIRL was just a nightmare? Do you know?”
“No,” Amanda bit her lip.
“Dude, what’s going on?” Patrick came back out, still in the towel, but a little more air dry, “Is she gone? Dude, she was hot though.”
“Stop being a douschebag for just a second,” Taylor almost blew his stack right there, “I can’t believe…I can’t believe you guys would do this to me.”
“We heard she was a skank though.”
“That’s her sister,” Taylor sighed, “Lacey told me all about her bar-hopping reputation.”
“You’re not talking about Anne Peters, are you?” Patrick looked at him, “Cause I banged her once.”
“That’s more than I need to know,” Taylor covered his eyes with his hand, trying to get his head to stop spinning, “Lacey Peters, on the complete contrary, is a complete princess and I wanted her to be treated that way tonight, not with both of your…indecent exposure!”
“Dude…” Patrick came over and patted on the shoulders, “If you really like the girl, you’ll call her and apologize. But if you even knew the half of the situation…”
“What in the hell kind of kind purpose could this have held inside?”
“Tay…” Amanda quietly spoke up, stepping up to Taylor, feeling her knees shaking again, “I…”
“DUDE! HOLY SHIT, THE CARPET’S ON FIRE!”
Taylor suddenly jumped up, seeing where the candles and incense had caught fire on the old carpet and sent nearly the entire carpet ablaze.
“GET THE FUCKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER, DUMB ASS!” Taylor suddenly yelled, trying his best to stay rational. But it was hard, I mean, the carpet was on fire here.
“Guys, we’ve got to get the fire extinguisher,” Amanda immediately started sweating, running into the kitchen and grabbing the fire extinguisher out of the kitchen. At that time, Patrick and Taylor came running to her side, trying to figure out how to use it by the tag on the side hanging off the extinguisher. The fire alarm went off on their ceiling and the automatic sprinkler system that was installed in every room in the apartment building went off, immediately spraying the room with a light blanket of water, dousing the small carpet fire completely into a smoldering pile of smoke and ash. The large hole that was left in the carpet after the whole living room was doused in water was staggering. The hole was nearly 5 feet wide and Taylor sighed, hoping that the damage cost wasn’t too staggering.
“Our carpet,” Amanda walked over to the edge of the coffee table and stared at the hole in the carpet. Taylor and Patrick slowly followed, looking at the gap in the carpet as they heard their door being unlocked.
“Is everything alright?” the landlord came in the entrance of the house, her hair completely askew, “I heard the alarms go off in the building…OH MY GOD,” she stared at the hole in her carpet, “Are you all alright?”
“It was my fault,” Taylor looked at the landlord bravely, swallowing as he spoke, “I accidentally bumped the coffee table and let candles fall on the carpet. There must have been alcohol stains on it, that’s why the fire ignited so quickly.”
“Well, I’m glad you three are alright, no matter what may have been going on in here,” she looked at Amanda’s bikini-clad body and Patrick in his towel, “Now, I’m not going to evict any of you three…but we have to send up a couple people from maintenance tomorrow to assess the damage to the apartment,” she tried her best to stay positive in the situation, “Then we will give you the estimate and you will pay me back for all these damages.”
“Okay, ma’am,” Taylor looked at her.
“All three of you now,” she pointed at every one of them, “And for the millionth time, Taylor, don’t call me ma’am. I’m only 42. Call me Rhonda. Just…I know it will take a while, but you have that job, Taylor. Just…it’ll get paid off.”
Taylor sighed as he sat down on the soaked couch; indeed, what a situation.
Part 14 - How Payback Works, Taylor Hanson Style
A couple of weeks later, double shifts at the Star were really beginning to take a toll on Taylor’s body. He still hadn’t patched things with Lacey up, but she was the only thing on his mind when he wasn’t concentrating on work. He was sick of hearing the same R&B tracks playing over his head, which were getting the bartenders, as well as the people coming in for the drinks, always dancing. Taylor got into the groove of Justin Timberlake’s new song, but he was beginning to tire of the electronic sound and all he wanted to do was return to one of his old loves; music. Yes, not art; music.
His love for piano was something that would never be replaced by the thrill of painting that he held in his heart. He would find himself sneaking down to the music department just to tinker with a couple keys on the ancient pianos. Nobody would ever recognize him down there unless they were in the art department, otherwise they would just disregard him until they heard how well he could play. His fingers practically did a ballet across the ivory keys, jumping from octave to octave and lighting up the tiny practice rooms he decided to grace. After his practice sessions, which he each thought sucked, he noticed there was a small crowd crowded around the outside of his door, which immediately dispersed when he noticed he was being watched.
He collapsed on his bed after his double shift was over. He was finally allowed to have a day off, his first day off in 12 days. Even his bones were screaming “break”. Artie was practically steaming with the situation. Taylor was not the only one working hard, but he seemed to be the only one that was working AS hard. Amanda and Patrick had stepped up to the plate to pay for the damages as well, but Taylor was completely beat after every single work day. He was surprised he had the energy to get up the next day, but now he finally had a day off and he was planning to do what he originally anticipated doing since the day of the fire.
Fuck around with Amanda back.
He still could not believe that she had come out in that little ruby red bikini just to tempt him in front of his date. Patrick had done the same to tempt Lacey and they had both succeeded and he couldn’t seem to forgive either of them. He hated that he was tempted by her because he thought she was extremely attractive and her in just a bikini with her skinny figure…just gave him the willies thinking about her. So he decided t give him a thrill of her own. Passing the bathroom down the hallway, he ripped off his tight t-shirt while he was passing her room, where she was putting on some make-up, getting ready to go out with some of her girlfriends.
“Taylor, is that you?” she asked lightly as he was about to turn into the bathroom. Mission accomplished. He was noticed.
“Hey, Amanda,” he looked at her, leaning with a sexy look in his eyes against her door shirtless and completely exhausted, but the sweaty look seemed to be working in his favor.
“Hey, I just wanted to apologize about a couple weeks ago. I didn’t mean to mess things up with you and Lacey. I mean, she seems like a really nice girl.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What do you mean?” she licked her lips unconsciously as she gazed over his body and how well his jeans hugged his body.
“I think you, as well as Patrick, had ulterior motives, but I’m not going to hold it against you. I mean…yeah, I definitely think you’re an attractive girl and I wouldn’t mind dating you,” he smiled at her, knowing he had completely won her over.
“Really?” she asked, wide-eyed and innocent.
“But I was on a date with another girl. I mean, things may work out with her, things may not work out with her. That doesn’t mean I want to be tempted in the middle of the date. You know I’m not like that.”
“I know you’re not, I respect that about you,” she looked at him softly with her eyes, trying not to get flustered by the way he was standing in front of her.
“I’m going to try to work things out with her…”
“You mean, you haven’t yet?”
“No…I’ve been too afraid,” he looked at her, completely forgetting the seduction and stepping closer, “I’ve been too afraid she’s going to chase me away with pepper spray and her sister’s cats.”
“Does she really have cats?”
“Yeah, her sister Anne does,” Taylor and Amanda shared a moment of happiness.
“I’ve been working really hard to get money together to pay the estimate off.”
“I’m surprised it wasn’t more,” Taylor commented.
“It’s still a lot,” Amanda looked back at him, “4,000 dollars.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure we’re going to earn it.”
“Well…” she commented, biting her lip again.
“Hey, if things don’t work out with Lacey…I’ll know you’re only a room away,” he leaned down and kissed her cheek very delicately, almost like a brush of tissue paper against her skin.
She was praying that things wouldn’t work out with Lacey as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, then went back to her task at hand as he walked back down to his room for a well-deserved night’s sleep.
morose and
and busy
Current Music: "Chop Me Up" - JT ft. Timbaland and 3 Six Mafia
During my 1 hour break before I descend back into hell that is schoolwork, I shall post 2 chapters of Barfight. I just find the next chapter absolutely hilarious, and the next one's not bad either ;-) Just imagine, Taylor, shirtless, sexy, sweaty...a good combo. So enjoy and lots of feedback all. I'll explain my BLAHness next entry.
Part 13 - How All Hell Broke Loose
“Amanda, what in the hell is the deal with you and Patrick parading around here in practically no clothing? Is this some kind of ancient trickery to fuck up mine and Lacey’s date, because if it is, I want a fucking confession right NOW!” Taylor jumped up out of the couch after Lacey shut the door and spilled the Pellegrino on the carpet, bumping a couple select items on the floor as well.
“I…I didn’t mean to,” she suddenly burst out in an embarrassed shriek, feeling the tears surfacing, “We…we didn’t mean to. It was just a stupid prank we wanted to pull.”
“Yeah, very funny,” Taylor sighed deeply, digging his hands into his jean pockets, “Do you know how long it’s taken me to go out with another girl since Marci? Do you?”
“Um…hasn’t it been…4 months?”
“Yeah, 4 months,” Taylor sighed deeply, “Just to ask a girl out. I mean…do you know how badly I just want to get past her cheating ass? Do you know how fucking long I have dreamt that her cheating on me with another GIRL was just a nightmare? Do you know?”
“No,” Amanda bit her lip.
“Dude, what’s going on?” Patrick came back out, still in the towel, but a little more air dry, “Is she gone? Dude, she was hot though.”
“Stop being a douschebag for just a second,” Taylor almost blew his stack right there, “I can’t believe…I can’t believe you guys would do this to me.”
“We heard she was a skank though.”
“That’s her sister,” Taylor sighed, “Lacey told me all about her bar-hopping reputation.”
“You’re not talking about Anne Peters, are you?” Patrick looked at him, “Cause I banged her once.”
“That’s more than I need to know,” Taylor covered his eyes with his hand, trying to get his head to stop spinning, “Lacey Peters, on the complete contrary, is a complete princess and I wanted her to be treated that way tonight, not with both of your…indecent exposure!”
“Dude…” Patrick came over and patted on the shoulders, “If you really like the girl, you’ll call her and apologize. But if you even knew the half of the situation…”
“What in the hell kind of kind purpose could this have held inside?”
“Tay…” Amanda quietly spoke up, stepping up to Taylor, feeling her knees shaking again, “I…”
“DUDE! HOLY SHIT, THE CARPET’S ON FIRE!”
Taylor suddenly jumped up, seeing where the candles and incense had caught fire on the old carpet and sent nearly the entire carpet ablaze.
“GET THE FUCKING FIRE EXTINGUISHER, DUMB ASS!” Taylor suddenly yelled, trying his best to stay rational. But it was hard, I mean, the carpet was on fire here.
“Guys, we’ve got to get the fire extinguisher,” Amanda immediately started sweating, running into the kitchen and grabbing the fire extinguisher out of the kitchen. At that time, Patrick and Taylor came running to her side, trying to figure out how to use it by the tag on the side hanging off the extinguisher. The fire alarm went off on their ceiling and the automatic sprinkler system that was installed in every room in the apartment building went off, immediately spraying the room with a light blanket of water, dousing the small carpet fire completely into a smoldering pile of smoke and ash. The large hole that was left in the carpet after the whole living room was doused in water was staggering. The hole was nearly 5 feet wide and Taylor sighed, hoping that the damage cost wasn’t too staggering.
“Our carpet,” Amanda walked over to the edge of the coffee table and stared at the hole in the carpet. Taylor and Patrick slowly followed, looking at the gap in the carpet as they heard their door being unlocked.
“Is everything alright?” the landlord came in the entrance of the house, her hair completely askew, “I heard the alarms go off in the building…OH MY GOD,” she stared at the hole in her carpet, “Are you all alright?”
“It was my fault,” Taylor looked at the landlord bravely, swallowing as he spoke, “I accidentally bumped the coffee table and let candles fall on the carpet. There must have been alcohol stains on it, that’s why the fire ignited so quickly.”
“Well, I’m glad you three are alright, no matter what may have been going on in here,” she looked at Amanda’s bikini-clad body and Patrick in his towel, “Now, I’m not going to evict any of you three…but we have to send up a couple people from maintenance tomorrow to assess the damage to the apartment,” she tried her best to stay positive in the situation, “Then we will give you the estimate and you will pay me back for all these damages.”
“Okay, ma’am,” Taylor looked at her.
“All three of you now,” she pointed at every one of them, “And for the millionth time, Taylor, don’t call me ma’am. I’m only 42. Call me Rhonda. Just…I know it will take a while, but you have that job, Taylor. Just…it’ll get paid off.”
Taylor sighed as he sat down on the soaked couch; indeed, what a situation.
Part 14 - How Payback Works, Taylor Hanson Style
A couple of weeks later, double shifts at the Star were really beginning to take a toll on Taylor’s body. He still hadn’t patched things with Lacey up, but she was the only thing on his mind when he wasn’t concentrating on work. He was sick of hearing the same R&B tracks playing over his head, which were getting the bartenders, as well as the people coming in for the drinks, always dancing. Taylor got into the groove of Justin Timberlake’s new song, but he was beginning to tire of the electronic sound and all he wanted to do was return to one of his old loves; music. Yes, not art; music.
His love for piano was something that would never be replaced by the thrill of painting that he held in his heart. He would find himself sneaking down to the music department just to tinker with a couple keys on the ancient pianos. Nobody would ever recognize him down there unless they were in the art department, otherwise they would just disregard him until they heard how well he could play. His fingers practically did a ballet across the ivory keys, jumping from octave to octave and lighting up the tiny practice rooms he decided to grace. After his practice sessions, which he each thought sucked, he noticed there was a small crowd crowded around the outside of his door, which immediately dispersed when he noticed he was being watched.
He collapsed on his bed after his double shift was over. He was finally allowed to have a day off, his first day off in 12 days. Even his bones were screaming “break”. Artie was practically steaming with the situation. Taylor was not the only one working hard, but he seemed to be the only one that was working AS hard. Amanda and Patrick had stepped up to the plate to pay for the damages as well, but Taylor was completely beat after every single work day. He was surprised he had the energy to get up the next day, but now he finally had a day off and he was planning to do what he originally anticipated doing since the day of the fire.
Fuck around with Amanda back.
He still could not believe that she had come out in that little ruby red bikini just to tempt him in front of his date. Patrick had done the same to tempt Lacey and they had both succeeded and he couldn’t seem to forgive either of them. He hated that he was tempted by her because he thought she was extremely attractive and her in just a bikini with her skinny figure…just gave him the willies thinking about her. So he decided t give him a thrill of her own. Passing the bathroom down the hallway, he ripped off his tight t-shirt while he was passing her room, where she was putting on some make-up, getting ready to go out with some of her girlfriends.
“Taylor, is that you?” she asked lightly as he was about to turn into the bathroom. Mission accomplished. He was noticed.
“Hey, Amanda,” he looked at her, leaning with a sexy look in his eyes against her door shirtless and completely exhausted, but the sweaty look seemed to be working in his favor.
“Hey, I just wanted to apologize about a couple weeks ago. I didn’t mean to mess things up with you and Lacey. I mean, she seems like a really nice girl.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What do you mean?” she licked her lips unconsciously as she gazed over his body and how well his jeans hugged his body.
“I think you, as well as Patrick, had ulterior motives, but I’m not going to hold it against you. I mean…yeah, I definitely think you’re an attractive girl and I wouldn’t mind dating you,” he smiled at her, knowing he had completely won her over.
“Really?” she asked, wide-eyed and innocent.
“But I was on a date with another girl. I mean, things may work out with her, things may not work out with her. That doesn’t mean I want to be tempted in the middle of the date. You know I’m not like that.”
“I know you’re not, I respect that about you,” she looked at him softly with her eyes, trying not to get flustered by the way he was standing in front of her.
“I’m going to try to work things out with her…”
“You mean, you haven’t yet?”
“No…I’ve been too afraid,” he looked at her, completely forgetting the seduction and stepping closer, “I’ve been too afraid she’s going to chase me away with pepper spray and her sister’s cats.”
“Does she really have cats?”
“Yeah, her sister Anne does,” Taylor and Amanda shared a moment of happiness.
“I’ve been working really hard to get money together to pay the estimate off.”
“I’m surprised it wasn’t more,” Taylor commented.
“It’s still a lot,” Amanda looked back at him, “4,000 dollars.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure we’re going to earn it.”
“Well…” she commented, biting her lip again.
“Hey, if things don’t work out with Lacey…I’ll know you’re only a room away,” he leaned down and kissed her cheek very delicately, almost like a brush of tissue paper against her skin.
She was praying that things wouldn’t work out with Lacey as her eyes fluttered shut for a moment, then went back to her task at hand as he walked back down to his room for a well-deserved night’s sleep.