We got off the plane and into the New York City airport very slowly; slower than usual because of Ian’s temporary disability. We attracted more attention than we wanted. People gave us looks similar to the look Kaylea gave me when she said we looked familiar. Ian took out his special sunglasses to disguise his famous blue eyes and I took out a new beanie from my suitcase to disguise my recognizable hair. That took away some attention but it was still awkward.
I looked at Ian and laughed; he looked like a blind disabled person. At least he was completely hidden from the rest of the crowd, as I was not. I decided not to worry about it as much as I was. At least Tailynn wasn’t here so I wouldn’t get shit for having a girlfriend; God forbid I even have one. Girls were very mean to her and I didn’t see exactly why. Tailynn is beautiful, smart, talented, creative, expressive, just perfect and she made me the happiest person alive. Selfish jealous girls just couldn’t see passed their own egos to be happy for me. It really pissed me off.
“Hey, look at that!” Ian’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked over to see him pointing to a group of people. One person held up a huge sign that said “YouTube Vidcon!” We headed towards their direction. When we got closer we saw that the group of people was actually a line of individual people holding signs with specific names on them. I recognized a lot of names; Chester See, Ryan Higa, Kevin Jumba, Shane Dawson, Fred, and…Kaylea Swan. I ran passed her sign as fast as I could to avoid coming in any type of contact with her. Ian did his best to keep up with me, and he did well for a guy who’d been on crutches for barely a week. We slowed down when we saw a bulky black guy in a grey suit with a purple tie holding a sign that said “SMOSH” in big letters at the top and “Anthony Padilla & Ian Hecox” on the bottom in smaller letters.
“This is us!” I smiled at the man to let him know we were Smosh. Ian hobbled over next to me.
“Hello person.” Ian greeted him.
“The name is Damien.” The guy said in a rich deep voice. His lips were in a straight line and he didn’t look at either of us.
“You seem like a swell guy.” Ian smirked. I laughed until Damien shot me a look that stabbed my eyes. I looked away almost fearing for my life before getting the courage to ask him what we were going to do now that we were here.
“We’re gonna go down to the hotel you’re staying at.” He eyed Ian, “judging from your state of health, we’re gonna have to move more slowly than the others.” His voice was deeper than deep. He really scared me especially since he was like, seven feet tall!
“Hey dude, I can do things on my own perfectly well. And speedy fast. Like a ninja!” Ian threw down his crutches and balanced on one foot; his hands were flat and he posed like he was gonna karate chop Damien in the throat. At least he wasn’t scared of him.
Ian’s stance caused Damien to…smile. Smile? I didn’t even know smiling was in his vocabulary let alone him knowing how to do it!
“Oh you guys are so funny!” his sudden change of emotion made me kinda happy. Damien actually thought we were cool!
“So, you’re a fan of Smosh?” I asked quietly as Ian picked up his crutches.
“Of course Anthony!” he looked at me, his eyes were kinder than the last time he looked at me, “That’s why I asked to hold up Smosh’s sign! Also, I thought it’d be really funny if I acted like a tough body guard. You should’ve seen your face, you were scared as hell!” he erupted into a fit of laughter. I smiled at him but gave Ian a look that said “this guy is crazy”. He nodded in return, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
After Damien was finished laughing his ass off, he wiped away some tears and took a deep breath before taking Ian’s suitcase that I had set down. He offered to take my suitcase which was still in my hand but I solemnly refused; I had enough of this guy for today.
I gave him a polite smile to let him know I could handle it myself and he accepted it. Damien led us out of the newly packed airport and outside to a line of cars. We walked around the line and followed Damien to a black limo. A fricken black limo!!!
“Really?” I thought out loud.
Ian woo-ed and attempted to open the door. “Damn these stupid crutches!” he cursed. I took charge and opened the back door for him.
“Thanks Anthony.” He said as he hopped into the limo, broken leg first.
I gave Damien my suitcase to put in the trunk and jumped in after Ian. The limo was bigger inside than it looked. I gawked around the limo, admiring the smooth leather seats and examining the various buttons on the other side of the door. This was just too cool.
“This is just too cool!” Ian exclaimed. I laughed; we always thought the same things, people swore we could’ve been long lost brothers.
We took off as soon as Damien got into the front seat. When I looked out the window, I saw Ryan Higa getting into another limo with Kevin Jumba. Those two were cool guys, I was glad they were gonna be at Vidcon; I was relieved I’d know at least two more people there.
The limo took off onto the highway; Ian and I barely talked, we stared outside the tinted windows the entire time to see New York City’s buildings slowly pass by. When we finally arrived at the rim of the city my stomach flipped; I really wished Tailynn was here with me. It would’ve been amazing to share this experience with her. Instead, I was stuck with this broken goofball; not that I didn’t like Ian’s presence but truthfully I’d rather have my fully functional girlfriend. And I’m sure Ian would rather have his too. Even so, I tried my best to have a good time and call Tay whenever I had the chance to.
The limo driver took some turns here and there and a lot of stops were taken too. I almost got fed up that we were taking so long to get to the hotel but the last stop we took, the door opened. Damien held it open and Ian and I got out to see a gigantic 5 star hotel awaiting us.
“Whoa-ly shit.” I uttered.
“Whoa-ly shit is right.” Ian’s voice creeped up behind me.
A hotel concierge opened the door for both of us and we walked into the hotel. This place was freaking AMAZING. The ceiling was at least 15 feet tall, it looked endless, and the staircase that led up to the rooms was crazy big. The hotel walls were painted a dark yellow, and the dimmed lights around the lobby made it look gold. The concierge desk was just filling up with people from Vidcon, luckily Damien had set our things on a cart and was getting our room as we oo-ed and awe-ed at the elegant things around us that we never got to see in Sacramento.
It took Damien faster than expected to get us our room keys. When he approached us he had to snap us out of our trance.
“Hey guys, I got you your room keys. I gotta go get your booth ready at the Vidcon Fest so I’ll see you two later.” Damien gave us both high fives; he almost knocked Ian over with his giant meaty hand. I chuckled as Ian and I made our way to the now crowded elevator. Our luggage had to take a different route but I trusted the hotel workers to get it all figured out.
I was getting very tired so I decided as soon as we got into the room I was gonna call Tay then totally pass out. This hotel had about 10 floors and we were on the fifth. We stopped on every floor but it was still crowded by the time we got to ours.
When we finally got off on our floor we strolled down the hallway until we saw our room number, “514”. I used the key and opened the door; I was just about to rush into the room when two soft voices said my name.
“Anthony? Ian?” I looked to my right and saw two girls standing next to me holding pieces of paper to their chests.
“Yes?” I smiled at them.
“I-my-hi-I’m uh…” one of the girls stammered. I held in a laugh.
“I’m Sammi, this is my best friend Shari we’re HEEEUGE Smoshers I can’t believe you’re really Anthony Padilla!”
“I’m Ian Hecox!” Ian chipped into the excitement.
“Ian!” the girl whom I presumed was Shari spoke. I looked at Ian who was beaming from ear-to-ear at the attention he was getting. “What happened to you?” she continued.
“I was being a freaking ninja but my abilities failed on me and I broke my knee. No need to worry about me though, I’ll be better soon.” He smiled at the girls again.
“Can we sign your cast?” Sammi asked him.
“Oh, sure!” Ian held up his leg and the girls took turns writing something on his leg with their sharpie. “Thanks!” he said after they finished.
“Now can you guys sign these?” Shari handed me a picture of Ian and I from Food Battle 2010.
“Yeah.” I said and took the pen she was motioning to me with. I signed my name and gave the pen to Ian to sign his. We switched papers and signed again. When we were finished, I decided to do the polite thing and offer a hug.
Sammi squeeled and jumped into my arms, squeezing me tightly. I coughed but stayed friendly and nice after she let go. Sammi moved on to Ian and I heard his breath let out. I laughed and hugged Shari. Her touch was softer, perhaps too soft. I supposed she was just nervous concidering how she couldn’t speak to me two minutes ago. She moved to Ian and then they separated from us, waving goodbye.
“That felt cool.” I said as we finally got into our room and shut the door.
“Yeah, I’m fucking tired though.” Ian jumped onto the bed closest to the window.
“Screw you man I get the window bed!” I whipped off my beanie and threw it at his face.
“I’m the injured man so I get first pick!” Ian picked up one of his crutches and hurled it at me.
I jumped out of the way and it hit the door. “DUDE!” I yelled at him. He laughed as I picked it up and threw it back at him. He blocked it with his cast,
“Wawwwww!!!” He impersonated Bruce Lee.
“FINE.” I surrendered to his ninja-ness and took the bed next to the closet.
As soon as my head hit the fluffy hotel pillow, I took out my phone and speed dialed Tailynn. She answered on the second ring,
“Hey baby.” I loved hearing her voice but I recognized her tone. Something was wrong.
“Hey Tay, you sound…upset.” I tried to find the right words without making her madder than she must’ve been.
“I just…um…slapped a bitch and made her bleed.” I laughed at her random explanation. She began to explain what happened in detail but that just made me laugh more.
“Wow, I don’t know whether to be proud or scared.” I said after she was finished.
“You should be both. You should know by now if someone pisses me off, I’ll beat their ass!” She laughed; my heart raced. I loved her sweet laugh.
“Well, I’ll make sure to never make you angry,” I tried to reassure her that I’d never hurt her, “I don’t want my ass to be beat, especially from my beautiful girlfriend. You know how much I love you.” I turned the conversation around to make it about us. I loved her so much.
“I love you too.” Her tone was soft.
“I already miss you so much. I thought I could do this but knowing how far away you are, it…it hurts.” I held back tears. I didn’t want her or Ian to hear me cry.
“I miss you too…”
“Well…” I proceeded on telling her everything that happened after we separated at the airport.
“That’s awesome!” she replied to my comment about what happened with Sammi and Shari. “Listen, I just wanted you to know that we’re gonna be okay without each other for two weeks. This could be beneficial to our relationship, missing each other could make us stronger.” She was so good at making me feel better.
Suddenly, someone knocked on our hotel door. I looked at Ian and motioned him to get it but he ignored me. I clenched my fist, he was gonna make me say goodbye to Tailynn and answer the door myself.
“You’re right; missing you could be very beneficial. We could be a lot closer. I love you baby,” the person knocked again, this time harder, “I have to go now but I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alrighty. I love you too. Goodnight.”
I sighed, realizing I had to say goodbye yet again, “Goodnight.”
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
New York Secrets- Part 1
Well, not EXACTLY a new story but it's what happens to Anthony and Ian in New York. This starts at the end of Part 12 of Live, Laugh, Learn, Love when Tailynn and Anthony say goodbye in the airport. Enjoy! :D
“Flight 33 now boarding.” Mine and Ian’s flight was called.
I looked up before muttering, “Oh well, that’s us.”
Tailynn hugged me again and separated from me; her soft warm hands cupped around my cheeks as she said, “Call me every day.” She kissed me before I said,
“Don’t worry, I will.” We kissed again until we heard Flight 50 being called.
“Guess I have to go before they leave without me.” She gave a nervous laugh.
“Okay; us too.” I smiled at her before she turned around and walked towards her gateway. I watched her with longing eyes; I already wanted her back in my arms. I was snapped out of her hypnotic movement when someone knocked me upside the head.
“What the fuck Ian?!” I yelled at him and turned around.
“Dude, we have to go, they’re gonna leave without us.” Ian hobbled over to the New York boarding gate and I had no choice but to follow.
I drug my feet across the ugly blue carpet, not wanting to leave California without my girl. Ian made an attempt to turn around to say, “Common Anthony, I know you want to be with her again but you have to trust me when I say you can live without her for two weeks. Besides, it’s not like you’ll never talk to her while you’re away; call her everyday.” His reassuring words caused me to grin and pick up my feet.
“Thanks man.” I said as I passed by him to enter the gate to New York.
We got onto the plane in an awkward manner; Ian couldn’t exactly fit into the narrow aisles with his giant crutches, so I had to hold them while he maneuvered around the plane by grabbing onto the seats and hopping down to where our seats were. I’m not gonna lie; I kind of felt like an idiot. But when we finally found our seats, which were near the back (thankfully on the opposite side of the bathroom), I felt comfortable and ready to take on New York.
“Let’s do this!” I quietly exclaimed to whoever could hear.
After all protocol was finished, we fastened our seatbelts and were ready to take off.
Ian cupped his hand over his mouth and made a radio noise, “Chhhhk, we’re here on Flight 33 ready to lift off. Everything seems in place, seat belts are on, cell phones are off, Anthony is ready to scream and cry—”
“Shut up Ian, that was one time! And I was seven!!!” But my defensive comment didn’t bring him out of character,
“Chhhhk, shut up Anthony; no one asked you. Anyway, we’re in lift off in five…four…three…two…one!” the airplane started to move on cue.
“Hell yeah!” Ian exclaimed a little too loud. He did have some reason to be excited; every time we were on a plane and he tried counting down, he was always seconds off. This was just one of Ian’s dozens of weird quirks.
After a while of being in the air, our seatbelts safe to come off, Ian had already fallen asleep on my shoulder, which was pretty damn weird. I debated on waking him up or not but after all he’d been through in the last week, I might as well be a good friend and let him sleep. On that note, I ended up drifting off to sleep as well and when I woke up an hour and a half later, I found that my head was resting on the top of Ian’s. That startled me which woke him up. He jumped up after he realized he was on my shoulder.
“Dude!!!” his bowl haircut was sticking out in different directions, “Why didn’t you wake me? We were having a gay fest on your shoulder; what, you didn’t mind?”
I laughed, “Yes, I did mind but I was actually being nice to you believe it or not. I didn’t want to wake you because you needed sleep!”
“I’m sorry guys,” a young woman turned around in front of us, “but can you two please keep it down? My brother is trying to sleep.”
“Oh yeah, sorry.” I smiled at her and elbowed Ian in the stomach. He grunted but didn’t say a word.
“Thank you.” She showed me a stunning smile and turned back around. She didn’t remain there for long though, “Hey, you look really familiar; do I know you?”
“You might. I’m Anthony Padilla. I’m from a YouTube channel called—”
“Smosh!” she interrupted me, “I know you looked familiar!” her fan-attitude made me perk up and smile, it’d been a while since I’d met a star struck girl.
“I’m Kaylea.” She held out her hand. It was soft when I shook it; it reminded me of Tailynn. I reassured myself that Kaylea was just a pretty girl on a plane, and Tailynn was my beautiful, charming, amazing girlfriend; my girlfriend whom had once hated my guts. I quickly swiped away those first moments we met from my mind and focused on what we’d recently became and would become in the future.
As the flight progressed, so did my conversation with Kaylea. I learned that she was on this flight back home from Los Angeles with her younger brother.
“Oh cool, that’s where my girlfriend lives.” I mentioned Tailynn.
“Girlfriend? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend…” Kaylea became curious.
“Yeah, her name is Tailynn Richards, you might’ve read a book or two from her.” I always made sure to promote my baby girl.
“Nope, can’t say that I have.” Kaylea’s body had shifted slightly back to the front of her seat. I could tell the mere mention of my love life bothered her; so I changed the subject.
“Ian and I are flying to New York for YouTube Vidcon—you heard of it?”
“Heard of it? I go every year! I kind of have to since…well, I’m part of the festival myself!” she smiled with pride.
“Really? What do you do?” I leaned towards her.
“I’m a make-up guru. Believe it or not, but my entire face right now is covered in it. This perfect skin here?” she pointed to her cheeks, “total 100% concealer. You thought it was real huh?” I slowly nodded. Tailynn never wore concealer so I wasn’t exactly sure how it was suppose to look.
“Wow, that’s….interesting.” I tried not to sound slightly disgusted, “so do you have a lot of subscribers then?”
“Yeah, a couple hundred thousand; YouTube Vidcon asked me to bring some make-up stuff to show how I do the videos. So yeah!” she grinned widely.
“Yeah…well, I think a girl can be gorgeous just the way she is. Make-up isn’t what makes a person beautiful.” I tried voicing my opinion as gently as possible.
“Sometimes women need help enhancing her features. You should suggest that to Taylor.” I barely heard her mumble.
“Tailynn? She’s beautiful even when she wakes up in the morning.” I smiled just thinking of her glowing face.
The rest of the flight was quiet. Not even Ian spoke after he heard our discussion. When we finally landed, Kaylea turned back to face me.
“If you wanna talk again, here.” She handed me a piece of crumpled paper. I opened it up to reveal a phone number.
“Better throw that away man, before Tay finds out. Kaylea’s hot but truthfully, Tailynn is hotter.” Ian snuck up behind me and saw her number.
“Yeah, I know.” I said as we filed out of the plane. A trashcan waited near the exit of the plane. I casually threw away the paper and waved goodbye to the airline waitress’. This Kaylea girl was an interesting person; but I didn’t want anyone to get in the way of my feelings for Tailynn. Hopefully, I wouldn’t see her at YouTube Vidcon. I just couldn’t afford it.
“Flight 33 now boarding.” Mine and Ian’s flight was called.
I looked up before muttering, “Oh well, that’s us.”
Tailynn hugged me again and separated from me; her soft warm hands cupped around my cheeks as she said, “Call me every day.” She kissed me before I said,
“Don’t worry, I will.” We kissed again until we heard Flight 50 being called.
“Guess I have to go before they leave without me.” She gave a nervous laugh.
“Okay; us too.” I smiled at her before she turned around and walked towards her gateway. I watched her with longing eyes; I already wanted her back in my arms. I was snapped out of her hypnotic movement when someone knocked me upside the head.
“What the fuck Ian?!” I yelled at him and turned around.
“Dude, we have to go, they’re gonna leave without us.” Ian hobbled over to the New York boarding gate and I had no choice but to follow.
I drug my feet across the ugly blue carpet, not wanting to leave California without my girl. Ian made an attempt to turn around to say, “Common Anthony, I know you want to be with her again but you have to trust me when I say you can live without her for two weeks. Besides, it’s not like you’ll never talk to her while you’re away; call her everyday.” His reassuring words caused me to grin and pick up my feet.
“Thanks man.” I said as I passed by him to enter the gate to New York.
We got onto the plane in an awkward manner; Ian couldn’t exactly fit into the narrow aisles with his giant crutches, so I had to hold them while he maneuvered around the plane by grabbing onto the seats and hopping down to where our seats were. I’m not gonna lie; I kind of felt like an idiot. But when we finally found our seats, which were near the back (thankfully on the opposite side of the bathroom), I felt comfortable and ready to take on New York.
“Let’s do this!” I quietly exclaimed to whoever could hear.
After all protocol was finished, we fastened our seatbelts and were ready to take off.
Ian cupped his hand over his mouth and made a radio noise, “Chhhhk, we’re here on Flight 33 ready to lift off. Everything seems in place, seat belts are on, cell phones are off, Anthony is ready to scream and cry—”
“Shut up Ian, that was one time! And I was seven!!!” But my defensive comment didn’t bring him out of character,
“Chhhhk, shut up Anthony; no one asked you. Anyway, we’re in lift off in five…four…three…two…one!” the airplane started to move on cue.
“Hell yeah!” Ian exclaimed a little too loud. He did have some reason to be excited; every time we were on a plane and he tried counting down, he was always seconds off. This was just one of Ian’s dozens of weird quirks.
After a while of being in the air, our seatbelts safe to come off, Ian had already fallen asleep on my shoulder, which was pretty damn weird. I debated on waking him up or not but after all he’d been through in the last week, I might as well be a good friend and let him sleep. On that note, I ended up drifting off to sleep as well and when I woke up an hour and a half later, I found that my head was resting on the top of Ian’s. That startled me which woke him up. He jumped up after he realized he was on my shoulder.
“Dude!!!” his bowl haircut was sticking out in different directions, “Why didn’t you wake me? We were having a gay fest on your shoulder; what, you didn’t mind?”
I laughed, “Yes, I did mind but I was actually being nice to you believe it or not. I didn’t want to wake you because you needed sleep!”
“I’m sorry guys,” a young woman turned around in front of us, “but can you two please keep it down? My brother is trying to sleep.”
“Oh yeah, sorry.” I smiled at her and elbowed Ian in the stomach. He grunted but didn’t say a word.
“Thank you.” She showed me a stunning smile and turned back around. She didn’t remain there for long though, “Hey, you look really familiar; do I know you?”
“You might. I’m Anthony Padilla. I’m from a YouTube channel called—”
“Smosh!” she interrupted me, “I know you looked familiar!” her fan-attitude made me perk up and smile, it’d been a while since I’d met a star struck girl.
“I’m Kaylea.” She held out her hand. It was soft when I shook it; it reminded me of Tailynn. I reassured myself that Kaylea was just a pretty girl on a plane, and Tailynn was my beautiful, charming, amazing girlfriend; my girlfriend whom had once hated my guts. I quickly swiped away those first moments we met from my mind and focused on what we’d recently became and would become in the future.
As the flight progressed, so did my conversation with Kaylea. I learned that she was on this flight back home from Los Angeles with her younger brother.
“Oh cool, that’s where my girlfriend lives.” I mentioned Tailynn.
“Girlfriend? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend…” Kaylea became curious.
“Yeah, her name is Tailynn Richards, you might’ve read a book or two from her.” I always made sure to promote my baby girl.
“Nope, can’t say that I have.” Kaylea’s body had shifted slightly back to the front of her seat. I could tell the mere mention of my love life bothered her; so I changed the subject.
“Ian and I are flying to New York for YouTube Vidcon—you heard of it?”
“Heard of it? I go every year! I kind of have to since…well, I’m part of the festival myself!” she smiled with pride.
“Really? What do you do?” I leaned towards her.
“I’m a make-up guru. Believe it or not, but my entire face right now is covered in it. This perfect skin here?” she pointed to her cheeks, “total 100% concealer. You thought it was real huh?” I slowly nodded. Tailynn never wore concealer so I wasn’t exactly sure how it was suppose to look.
“Wow, that’s….interesting.” I tried not to sound slightly disgusted, “so do you have a lot of subscribers then?”
“Yeah, a couple hundred thousand; YouTube Vidcon asked me to bring some make-up stuff to show how I do the videos. So yeah!” she grinned widely.
“Yeah…well, I think a girl can be gorgeous just the way she is. Make-up isn’t what makes a person beautiful.” I tried voicing my opinion as gently as possible.
“Sometimes women need help enhancing her features. You should suggest that to Taylor.” I barely heard her mumble.
“Tailynn? She’s beautiful even when she wakes up in the morning.” I smiled just thinking of her glowing face.
The rest of the flight was quiet. Not even Ian spoke after he heard our discussion. When we finally landed, Kaylea turned back to face me.
“If you wanna talk again, here.” She handed me a piece of crumpled paper. I opened it up to reveal a phone number.
“Better throw that away man, before Tay finds out. Kaylea’s hot but truthfully, Tailynn is hotter.” Ian snuck up behind me and saw her number.
“Yeah, I know.” I said as we filed out of the plane. A trashcan waited near the exit of the plane. I casually threw away the paper and waved goodbye to the airline waitress’. This Kaylea girl was an interesting person; but I didn’t want anyone to get in the way of my feelings for Tailynn. Hopefully, I wouldn’t see her at YouTube Vidcon. I just couldn’t afford it.
*NEW* Live, Laugh, Learn, Love- Part 17
The next morning was very slow. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed; literally. I was so used to my queen sized bed in California that I had shimmied half of my body off the bed. My legs dangled off the right side of the bed but I really didn’t bother to move them back under the pink fluffy covers. I was still hung up about last night. My hand still throbbed; I realized it wasn’t under the towel I had covered it with before I went to sleep. That caused me to sit up and search for it. I found it near the end of the small bed and wrapped it back around my hand. I saw no reason to get back to sleep, since the sun was shining through the window. I figured it must’ve been late in the afternoon, so I was surprised when I saw that it was only 8:30!
I groaned as I stood up and noticed I had 16 new messages on my phone.
“Dammit…” I cursed whoever spammed my inbox. I opened up the messages and saw that 98% of them were from Anthony. The first one said, “Just woke up; wanted to see how you were. Love you” the second one was similar, “hey Taybe, just wanted to see if you were awake yet, text me when you do. Love you” the third was the same text. The fourth stated that they were getting ready to go to practice and set-up. The fifth asked how I was and if I was awake. The rest of the texts were him telling me what him and Ian were doing. The only other messages I had that weren’t from Anthony were from Nicolette and an unknown number. I read the one from Nico first; she said, “Hey girly, how was your flight? I’m doing well, just landed and I’m feeling good about this week. Text me soon ” I replied with a simple honest answer and moved on to the unknown number. It read, “FUCK YOU.” I supposed it must’ve been from either Hannah or Darcy; so I ignored it and proceeded to call Anthony.
He answered on the second ring, “Hey sweetheart!!!”
“You were annoying this morning, I was sleeping darling, you know we have a large time difference now. But I’m fine nonetheless.”
“Oh, sorry about that,” I heard him blush, “I’m just having a great time here already!”
I smiled, “I’m really glad to hear that. At least one of us is having fun.” I twisted the towel around my hand again.
“Oh right; I forgot about last night…is everything okay?”
“I’m not sure; I haven’t really talked to anyone but you since it happened.” Just as I said that, I heard my name being called from outside my room. It sounded like my mom.
“Speak of the devil…”I moaned, “I have to go, my mother is calling me. I’ll call you later to let you know if I’m still alive or not.” I hiccupped a laugh.
“Alright. Well, I hope you remain alive; I love you very much.” His voice made me smile.
“I love you very much too. See ya.” I hung up after his goodbye and heard my name again.
“HANG ON A MINUTE!!!!” I screamed back. I walked to my conjoined bathroom to grab my fuzzy robe; it was a bit chilly, I’d forgotten how cold Colorado was compared to California.
I moved my vanity away from my door and swung it open in annoyance to hearing my name called yet again. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” I realized my anger had come back from the last time I was here three years ago. I couldn’t believe we were back on that scale; but I had an argument already planned out. It wasn’t my god damn fault; it was my mom’s for inviting those two skanks.
“Get down here now! We have to talk!!!”
I groaned and grumbled as I made my way out of my room and down the stairs. I turned the corner to be faced with my mother.
“Hello.” I said calmly. Obviously it was the wrong greeting.
“Hello? HELLO?! That’s all you have to say after what you did last night?” my mom shouted at me. I stared at her with sleep filled eyes.
“Yes. I don’t regret what I did; she deserved it.” I tried to walk passed her but she blocked my way. “Excuse me.” I politely said.
“Taliynn! Nobody deserves what happened to her!” she yelled.
I snorted, “Oh yeah, that lying bitch didn’t deserve a smack across the damn face from me? Yeah that makes a ton of sense.”
“Don’t you curse inside my house!” was all she said before we were interrupted,
“Mom, Tailynn?” I heard my brother’s voice from the top of the stairs. He turned both of our attentions to him.
“Yes sweetie?” my mom forced a kind tone.
“You guys are fighting already?” Brock groaned as he trotted down the stairs.
“I’m sorry buddy,” I got the chance to speak first, “But mom is taking something wayyyy out of proportion and she just can’t see it.” I shagged his curly hair as soon as he stood next to me.
“I’m NOT taking this out of proportion!” my mother fought back.
Brock touched my toweled hand, “What’s this?” he asked.
“I bruised my hand yesterday. It’s still swollen.” I unwrapped the towel to show a now purplish hand; I could see blue veins popping out.
“Oh Tailynn are you okay?” my mom’s motherly tone snapped out at me as she grabbed my right hand, “Let me get some ice for that!” she rushed to the kitchen.
“I bitch slapped a girl last night because she made up a mean story about me.” I informed Brock as I heard ice crunching in the kitchen. He giggled and walked down the hall to make breakfast.
My mom hustled back to me and laid the ice in my palm. It felt amazing.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you.” She said, her eyes still focused on the bag of ice cradling my hand. “I know what she said wasn’t true but violence is never the answer.”
I was about to come back with a retort for that stupid comment but my instincts told me not to. I didn’t want to fight anymore, not when I could spend my time here more wisely; just as long as I didn’t get to run into any more nightmares from my past.
The rest of the morning was a lot better than I’d thought; it felt as if I was a little kid again, enjoying my breakfast on a Saturday morning. Alexis eventually slumped in and had her breakfast.
As for the afternoon, I decided to take my dad’s truck out and see my hometown in daylight. Alexis joined me yet again but I didn’t mind; I liked having her as company. The only thing I was afraid of was her bringing up “Antonio” again. I didn’t want to talk about Anthony especially if I was lying to my sister about him. But low and behold, the very first topic she wanted to talk about was my boyfriend…
I groaned as I stood up and noticed I had 16 new messages on my phone.
“Dammit…” I cursed whoever spammed my inbox. I opened up the messages and saw that 98% of them were from Anthony. The first one said, “Just woke up; wanted to see how you were. Love you” the second one was similar, “hey Taybe, just wanted to see if you were awake yet, text me when you do. Love you” the third was the same text. The fourth stated that they were getting ready to go to practice and set-up. The fifth asked how I was and if I was awake. The rest of the texts were him telling me what him and Ian were doing. The only other messages I had that weren’t from Anthony were from Nicolette and an unknown number. I read the one from Nico first; she said, “Hey girly, how was your flight? I’m doing well, just landed and I’m feeling good about this week. Text me soon ” I replied with a simple honest answer and moved on to the unknown number. It read, “FUCK YOU.” I supposed it must’ve been from either Hannah or Darcy; so I ignored it and proceeded to call Anthony.
He answered on the second ring, “Hey sweetheart!!!”
“You were annoying this morning, I was sleeping darling, you know we have a large time difference now. But I’m fine nonetheless.”
“Oh, sorry about that,” I heard him blush, “I’m just having a great time here already!”
I smiled, “I’m really glad to hear that. At least one of us is having fun.” I twisted the towel around my hand again.
“Oh right; I forgot about last night…is everything okay?”
“I’m not sure; I haven’t really talked to anyone but you since it happened.” Just as I said that, I heard my name being called from outside my room. It sounded like my mom.
“Speak of the devil…”I moaned, “I have to go, my mother is calling me. I’ll call you later to let you know if I’m still alive or not.” I hiccupped a laugh.
“Alright. Well, I hope you remain alive; I love you very much.” His voice made me smile.
“I love you very much too. See ya.” I hung up after his goodbye and heard my name again.
“HANG ON A MINUTE!!!!” I screamed back. I walked to my conjoined bathroom to grab my fuzzy robe; it was a bit chilly, I’d forgotten how cold Colorado was compared to California.
I moved my vanity away from my door and swung it open in annoyance to hearing my name called yet again. “WHAT DO YOU WANT?!” I realized my anger had come back from the last time I was here three years ago. I couldn’t believe we were back on that scale; but I had an argument already planned out. It wasn’t my god damn fault; it was my mom’s for inviting those two skanks.
“Get down here now! We have to talk!!!”
I groaned and grumbled as I made my way out of my room and down the stairs. I turned the corner to be faced with my mother.
“Hello.” I said calmly. Obviously it was the wrong greeting.
“Hello? HELLO?! That’s all you have to say after what you did last night?” my mom shouted at me. I stared at her with sleep filled eyes.
“Yes. I don’t regret what I did; she deserved it.” I tried to walk passed her but she blocked my way. “Excuse me.” I politely said.
“Taliynn! Nobody deserves what happened to her!” she yelled.
I snorted, “Oh yeah, that lying bitch didn’t deserve a smack across the damn face from me? Yeah that makes a ton of sense.”
“Don’t you curse inside my house!” was all she said before we were interrupted,
“Mom, Tailynn?” I heard my brother’s voice from the top of the stairs. He turned both of our attentions to him.
“Yes sweetie?” my mom forced a kind tone.
“You guys are fighting already?” Brock groaned as he trotted down the stairs.
“I’m sorry buddy,” I got the chance to speak first, “But mom is taking something wayyyy out of proportion and she just can’t see it.” I shagged his curly hair as soon as he stood next to me.
“I’m NOT taking this out of proportion!” my mother fought back.
Brock touched my toweled hand, “What’s this?” he asked.
“I bruised my hand yesterday. It’s still swollen.” I unwrapped the towel to show a now purplish hand; I could see blue veins popping out.
“Oh Tailynn are you okay?” my mom’s motherly tone snapped out at me as she grabbed my right hand, “Let me get some ice for that!” she rushed to the kitchen.
“I bitch slapped a girl last night because she made up a mean story about me.” I informed Brock as I heard ice crunching in the kitchen. He giggled and walked down the hall to make breakfast.
My mom hustled back to me and laid the ice in my palm. It felt amazing.
“I’m sorry I snapped at you.” She said, her eyes still focused on the bag of ice cradling my hand. “I know what she said wasn’t true but violence is never the answer.”
I was about to come back with a retort for that stupid comment but my instincts told me not to. I didn’t want to fight anymore, not when I could spend my time here more wisely; just as long as I didn’t get to run into any more nightmares from my past.
The rest of the morning was a lot better than I’d thought; it felt as if I was a little kid again, enjoying my breakfast on a Saturday morning. Alexis eventually slumped in and had her breakfast.
As for the afternoon, I decided to take my dad’s truck out and see my hometown in daylight. Alexis joined me yet again but I didn’t mind; I liked having her as company. The only thing I was afraid of was her bringing up “Antonio” again. I didn’t want to talk about Anthony especially if I was lying to my sister about him. But low and behold, the very first topic she wanted to talk about was my boyfriend…
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Live, Laugh, Learn, Love- Part 16
We spent another hour hanging out with Rachel, Grey, and the rest of their gang, listening to poetry from various people. Suddenly, I got the urge to check my phone for the time. It read 11:00 exact. Cursing out loud, I grabbed Alexis’ hand and pulled her up.
“We gotta go now, it was nice hanging out with you guys, maybe we’ll meet again someday.” I smiled at the group before dragging my sister out the door.
Right as we turned to walk down the street, we ran into a group of girls. It was my mom and her friends.
“Where are Hannah and Darcy?” my mom asked me.
“Psh, I don’t care.” I shrugged off their existence from my mind.
“Well you should, we’re leaving now we gotta find them to go.”
“Oh we’re leaving already?” I darted a glance at Alexis who smirked at me, knowing I had dodged a terrible night with the people I hated the most; Hannah and Darcy.
“Yes, now I got their numbers from when I asked them to come with us; if you wouldn’t mind calling them to ask-”
“Yes I do mind! Now let’s just go, they probably ditched us anyway!” I took Alexis’ hand again and stormed down the sidewalk towards the direction of the parking garage we had parked in. I didn’t bother to look back to see if they were following us; I knew my mom wouldn’t just leave me alone with no way to get home.
We got to the garage in a huff; as I inched closer to where I memorized the van was, I heard familiar bitch-toned voices. “Seriously?” I muttered under my breath.
Hannah and Darcy loitered behind my friends van, talking up a storm; both of their arms were crossed, their attention tightly focused on each other. The funniest thing I noticed was that their legs were covered in dark brown stains.
“What the fuck happened to you guys? Did you accidentally shit on each other?!” I burst out in laughter just hearing myself say the clever remark. Alexis joined in with laughter.
“SHUT UP!!!!” Both of them shouted; their voices echoed throughout the empty garage.
I heard my mom gasp behind me, “what happened to you girls?”
“We were walking down the street back from the Late Night Café and…and…Tailynn became hostile and pushed us down into a giant puddle!!!” Darcy blubbered.
“WHAT?!” I screamed and bounded towards them. I lifted my arm and slapped Darcy as hard as I could across the cheek. The smack itself rang through the parking garage and her instant wails were even louder.
I let out a breath of accomplishment. I felt a lot better about tonight. The only thing that bothered me now was the pain in my hand. It stung really bad, and when I examined it I saw traces of blood across my palm. When I looked at Darcy I saw a slash across her cheek bone. My ring I was wearing had cut her. I didn’t know whether to feel happier or a little guilty. I was about to apologize when Hannah yelled at me,
“You stupid bitch! I can’t believe you hit her like that!”
I raised my hand threatening to hit her as well; she flinched. Surprisingly, my mother hadn’t said a word. I looked behind me and saw her standing in the middle of the parking lot, mouth slightly opened in surprise.
“Let’s go…” I muttered and opened the door to the van. I jumped in and pulled the door shut after Alexis. We waited a couple of minutes before the door opened again and everyone else piled in. I caught a glimpse of Darcy. She had a butterfly bandaid on the cut; an item Carol must’ve had in her purse. We drove back home in complete and utter silence. So quiet, I was afraid to breathe.
We got to our house faster than we had gotten to downtown Denver. When the van got into the parking lot I jumped out before the engine had even been turned off, which was a rule Alexis, Brock and I always had to follow. I ran into the house and bounded up the stairs to my small room. I slammed the door shut and moved my vanity as a temporary lock. Something I was very skilled at doing, being that when I was a young teenager, I would always get into fights with my parents.
I jumped onto my bed and examined my hand again. It was puffed up a bit, and hurt when I poked it. I walked into the conjoined bathroom and washed the blood from my hand. I wrapped it up in a small towel and rushed back into my room, locking the bathroom behind me to make sure nobody entered through that way.
I took out all the bows from my hair, kicked off my shoes, and changed into my PJ’s before tucking myself into bed. The only light that prevented me from peacefully sleeping was my lamp on my nightstand. I was about to turn it off and go to sleep when my phone rang. I knew exactly who it was from the ringtone.
“Hey baby.” I answered in relief.
“Hey Tay, you sound…upset.” Anthony’s sweet voice slowed down my racing heart beat and made me smile.
“I just…um…slapped a bitch and made her bleed.” My non explanatory comment made him laugh. “My mom invited my two high school ex-best friends to a night downtown and when we were about to leave, one of them made up a story that I pushed her down into a puddle sooo…I got really angry and slapped her so hard my ring cut her face and made her bleed.” I let it all out in one breath and smiled again, happy to get it out to my real best friend.
“Wow, I don’t know whether to be proud or scared.” He laughed.
“You should be both.” I giggled, “You should know by now if someone pisses me off, I’ll beat their ass!” I sat up in bed and readjusted the phone to my ear.
“Well I’ll make sure to never make you angry. I don’t want my ass to be beat, especially from my beautiful girlfriend. You know how much I love you.” His tone suddenly got soft.
“I love you too.” I matched it.
“I already miss you so much. I thought I could do this but knowing how far away you are, it…it hurts.” He was almost whispering.
“I miss you too…” was all I could think of saying. A tear slipped passed my cheek and splattered on the towel my stinging hand was wrapped in.
“Well…” he said after a couple of seconds “I just wanted to call to see how you were. We made it here safely, no troubles at the airport or on the plane or anything. We got to the hotel alright, Ian had some people escort him to the hotel because he couldn’t exactly carry his bags and I had my hands full. The hotel concierge also helped him, it was pretty cool, we looked like real celebrities; especially when some people in our room hallway recognized us and asked for autographs.”
“That’s awesome!” I encouraged him in a way to let him know he’d be okay without me after all. In fact, this could actually be beneficial to our relationship. We needed to miss each other to make us stronger. I told him the words I had planned in my head and he agreed.
“You’re right; missing you could be very beneficial. We could be a lot closer. I love you baby, I have to go now but I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alrighty. I love you too, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
We gave each other kissing noises before hanging up. He always made me smile no matter what. I just hoped now things here would get better. I didn’t want to start things out in a bad manner. I needed to apologize to my mom and sister. “But not now”, I told myself, “in the morning”. And with that last thought, I turned off my lamp and fell asleep.
“We gotta go now, it was nice hanging out with you guys, maybe we’ll meet again someday.” I smiled at the group before dragging my sister out the door.
Right as we turned to walk down the street, we ran into a group of girls. It was my mom and her friends.
“Where are Hannah and Darcy?” my mom asked me.
“Psh, I don’t care.” I shrugged off their existence from my mind.
“Well you should, we’re leaving now we gotta find them to go.”
“Oh we’re leaving already?” I darted a glance at Alexis who smirked at me, knowing I had dodged a terrible night with the people I hated the most; Hannah and Darcy.
“Yes, now I got their numbers from when I asked them to come with us; if you wouldn’t mind calling them to ask-”
“Yes I do mind! Now let’s just go, they probably ditched us anyway!” I took Alexis’ hand again and stormed down the sidewalk towards the direction of the parking garage we had parked in. I didn’t bother to look back to see if they were following us; I knew my mom wouldn’t just leave me alone with no way to get home.
We got to the garage in a huff; as I inched closer to where I memorized the van was, I heard familiar bitch-toned voices. “Seriously?” I muttered under my breath.
Hannah and Darcy loitered behind my friends van, talking up a storm; both of their arms were crossed, their attention tightly focused on each other. The funniest thing I noticed was that their legs were covered in dark brown stains.
“What the fuck happened to you guys? Did you accidentally shit on each other?!” I burst out in laughter just hearing myself say the clever remark. Alexis joined in with laughter.
“SHUT UP!!!!” Both of them shouted; their voices echoed throughout the empty garage.
I heard my mom gasp behind me, “what happened to you girls?”
“We were walking down the street back from the Late Night Café and…and…Tailynn became hostile and pushed us down into a giant puddle!!!” Darcy blubbered.
“WHAT?!” I screamed and bounded towards them. I lifted my arm and slapped Darcy as hard as I could across the cheek. The smack itself rang through the parking garage and her instant wails were even louder.
I let out a breath of accomplishment. I felt a lot better about tonight. The only thing that bothered me now was the pain in my hand. It stung really bad, and when I examined it I saw traces of blood across my palm. When I looked at Darcy I saw a slash across her cheek bone. My ring I was wearing had cut her. I didn’t know whether to feel happier or a little guilty. I was about to apologize when Hannah yelled at me,
“You stupid bitch! I can’t believe you hit her like that!”
I raised my hand threatening to hit her as well; she flinched. Surprisingly, my mother hadn’t said a word. I looked behind me and saw her standing in the middle of the parking lot, mouth slightly opened in surprise.
“Let’s go…” I muttered and opened the door to the van. I jumped in and pulled the door shut after Alexis. We waited a couple of minutes before the door opened again and everyone else piled in. I caught a glimpse of Darcy. She had a butterfly bandaid on the cut; an item Carol must’ve had in her purse. We drove back home in complete and utter silence. So quiet, I was afraid to breathe.
We got to our house faster than we had gotten to downtown Denver. When the van got into the parking lot I jumped out before the engine had even been turned off, which was a rule Alexis, Brock and I always had to follow. I ran into the house and bounded up the stairs to my small room. I slammed the door shut and moved my vanity as a temporary lock. Something I was very skilled at doing, being that when I was a young teenager, I would always get into fights with my parents.
I jumped onto my bed and examined my hand again. It was puffed up a bit, and hurt when I poked it. I walked into the conjoined bathroom and washed the blood from my hand. I wrapped it up in a small towel and rushed back into my room, locking the bathroom behind me to make sure nobody entered through that way.
I took out all the bows from my hair, kicked off my shoes, and changed into my PJ’s before tucking myself into bed. The only light that prevented me from peacefully sleeping was my lamp on my nightstand. I was about to turn it off and go to sleep when my phone rang. I knew exactly who it was from the ringtone.
“Hey baby.” I answered in relief.
“Hey Tay, you sound…upset.” Anthony’s sweet voice slowed down my racing heart beat and made me smile.
“I just…um…slapped a bitch and made her bleed.” My non explanatory comment made him laugh. “My mom invited my two high school ex-best friends to a night downtown and when we were about to leave, one of them made up a story that I pushed her down into a puddle sooo…I got really angry and slapped her so hard my ring cut her face and made her bleed.” I let it all out in one breath and smiled again, happy to get it out to my real best friend.
“Wow, I don’t know whether to be proud or scared.” He laughed.
“You should be both.” I giggled, “You should know by now if someone pisses me off, I’ll beat their ass!” I sat up in bed and readjusted the phone to my ear.
“Well I’ll make sure to never make you angry. I don’t want my ass to be beat, especially from my beautiful girlfriend. You know how much I love you.” His tone suddenly got soft.
“I love you too.” I matched it.
“I already miss you so much. I thought I could do this but knowing how far away you are, it…it hurts.” He was almost whispering.
“I miss you too…” was all I could think of saying. A tear slipped passed my cheek and splattered on the towel my stinging hand was wrapped in.
“Well…” he said after a couple of seconds “I just wanted to call to see how you were. We made it here safely, no troubles at the airport or on the plane or anything. We got to the hotel alright, Ian had some people escort him to the hotel because he couldn’t exactly carry his bags and I had my hands full. The hotel concierge also helped him, it was pretty cool, we looked like real celebrities; especially when some people in our room hallway recognized us and asked for autographs.”
“That’s awesome!” I encouraged him in a way to let him know he’d be okay without me after all. In fact, this could actually be beneficial to our relationship. We needed to miss each other to make us stronger. I told him the words I had planned in my head and he agreed.
“You’re right; missing you could be very beneficial. We could be a lot closer. I love you baby, I have to go now but I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alrighty. I love you too, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
We gave each other kissing noises before hanging up. He always made me smile no matter what. I just hoped now things here would get better. I didn’t want to start things out in a bad manner. I needed to apologize to my mom and sister. “But not now”, I told myself, “in the morning”. And with that last thought, I turned off my lamp and fell asleep.
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