Callista
I exhaled one giant sigh of utter relief when my mother didn't say anything to Taylor and I after catching us mid-smooch. I was so elated that I had a really cool mother that one can hardly understand it. Taylor was blushing like crazy. 'That's one hell of an impression to make' I can practically read his thoughts.
He turns to face me and I can feel his glance sear through mine and look directly through me, he knows what I am deliberating, as I do of him and no words are passed between us. The silence that falls upon us is not restless but content and it fits the moment entirely. With out warning he leans in toward me again and his perfect lips cover mine in an amazing kiss.
I lose myself in the taste of his lips, the way they feel against mine, every little aspect of the kiss is drawn into my memory. I don't want to lose this moment and I doubt that I ever will. I'm not sure what made this kiss so distinct, so different from the others that I have received from Taylor but there was something about it. Probably the complete and total understanding that I realized we had, and the sincerity of the moment before the kiss that make it stand out from all the others I ever have or ever will receive. Gently he pulls away from me and looks deeply into my eyes again. I can feel his joy, as though he was trying to pass his feelings through to me, and I feel the same way.
Moments later I silently get up and rummage through my closet and drawers looking for something good to wear. I want to look good for Taylor although I doubt he cares at this point, considering he's seen me like this. I look like death warmed over in the morning! I finally decided on a long black skirt, a periwinkle shirt and a tan jacket all from the GAP and left Taylor sitting on my bed as I disappeared into the bathroom to prepare my self for the impending day.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror and suspired, I knew I wasn't really offensive looking but I couldn't help but to wonder why, of all the beautiful girls in the world, Taylor would pick me. I think too much, I'm more muscular than any girl I know, I'm aggressive and occasionally annoyingly peppy. I'm far from perfect and Taylor knew that yet he wanted me, over every little Barbie doll flawless girl in the world. I couldn't understand it but there was no way I was going to fight him, he could have his way if this is what he wants. It's just that I can't help to think that he's bored and needs a girl to give him something to do. I guess that deep down I know that he really cares but my skeptical side keeps rearing its ugly head and telling me he's messing around. SO now, after thinking way too far into the situation, all I can do is pray that he really does feel the way I think that he does, the way I feel.
After dressing and convincing myself that I look just right I reentered my bedroom�only to find Taylor examining my near empty Gap Dreams perfume bottle. 'What in all hell is he doing?' I thought to myself as I silently came up behind him. I slipped my arms around his notably thin waist and buried my face into his hair, inhaling the aroma of his freshly washed and still damp hair. I kissed his hair and then rested my head on his shoulder, my cheek resting against his.
"What are you doing Taybear?"
"Taybear...so that's what you're going to call me now."
"Just when we're alone, like a pet name or something�" I trailed off feeling incredibly asinine for the way I had just acted. I hadn't meant to say that, it just sort of slipped out of my mouth and he didn't sound all to thrilled at the prospect, "sorry."
"Don't be sorry, it's cute in it's own twisted way. Look you can call me that if I can have a cheesy nickname for you."
"Like what?"
"Angel..." he turned around, still in my arms and looked at me closely, examining my reaction.
I couldn't believe the way I reacted, it was so instinctual but weird none the less. No guy had ever said one word to me that was so sweet that it made me cry. There must be a first for everything though because, right then and there in his arms tears began to undulate slowly down my cheeks. They were tears of sheer euphoria, and Taylor began to kiss away every single, solitary tear before it had the chance to fall off of my cheek.
When my bout with tears was over and I had regained composure I smiled at him. He was gently licking his lips, the salty tears tainting his amazing tongue. I enshrouded my face in his shirt and began to laugh lightly.
"What's so funny?"
"It's just that I...oh, I don't know�never mind!"
"You know Callista if you don't want me to call you Angel, I won't. I mean I can just call you Callista." He looked down and blushed.
"No, I want you to. I was just crying because that is the sweetest thing a guy has ever said to me. Oh man I sound like such an idiot. Just ignore me I'm extremely hormonal." Now it was my turn to look down.
He gently cupped my chin between his fingers and brought my face up until our eyes met. He looked deeply into me and whispered, "I love you. Never forget that, and I'm not just going to forget what you say. You have to realize that I will never ever make fun of you for anything you say or do. You are perfect to me, an angel in disguise and I love you more than anything. I know it's been about 24 hours since I've met you but there's something about you�I don't know what it is but there's something that makes me want you so badly. I can't stand to not be near you, and when you're around I need to be able to hold you so that I can hear your heart beat, otherwise you're not close enough. Callista my heart is in your hands, and at no time do I want you to neglect that, I swear to you that I will not be content until I know that you are going to be by my side now, forever and always. My goal of late and my only goal from this moment until my final moment is to spend every breath I take at your side." He finished softer than he had begun and then planted a light kiss on my quivering lips.
More tears began to pour down my cheeks. That was the single most profound thing that anyone had ever said to me, and I knew that it was going to change my life forever. He wanted the same things that I wanted and now there was almost nothing that could stop us.
Looking up I could see that he too was crying, (is he not the most sensitive guy in the world!) and I began the process of kissing away his teardrops as he had mine.
"You know Taybear...I can remember when I was little that my grandmother told me if two people are to taste each others tears it mean they're going to be together forever."
"My grandmother told me that too. So I guess we're gonna make it."
"I know we will." I smiled at him and rested my head on his shoulder comfortably. He held his arms around me and we stood, absconded as usual in each other. At least until we were interrupted by my mother telling us that they were going to leave without us if we didn't get down stairs in thirty seconds.
We deliberately meandered down the stairs and out to the caravan of family cars. Taylor's arm was slung easily around my waist, with is hand under my shirt. His finger tracing ever-growing concentric circumferences over my spine and back. As soon as we had taken seats in the back of Brendan's car everyone pulled off the grounds and we headed for the mall.
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We had been wandering through the mall for hours and Taylor and I each had a ton of bags. Taylor had purchased some clothes for himself, a huge bag of jellybeans, and a pair of brown Dr. Martin oxfords. He purchased things for each of his family members. For his mother he had gotten a really pretty Beelick China **it's china made in Ireland with these little shamrocks on it, it's really really pretty** teacup and saucer to add to her collection. He purchased a Derek Jeter rookie card for his father, a new video game for Zac, a new shirt for Isaac, a Barbie as Cinderella doll from FAO Schwarz for Avery, a collector's beanie Baby for Jessica, a doll for Zo� and a Cool tools tool set for Mackie. I had bought a bunch of clothes and shoes along with a ton and a half of Clinique makeup. Everything I could possibly have wanted, well at least until my next trip to the mall.
We were wandering around the Gap and I was looking at a really pretty pocketbook when I noticed that Taylor was no longer fixated at my side. I looked around frantically, scared that he had gotten lost or attacked by some psycho fan. My fear of losing him was overwhelming until I saw him. He was standing on line at the register about to purchase some unidentifiable object. I strolled over to him and put my arm around his waist, looking at the parcel in his hand. Strangely enough he was holding a bottle of Dream perfume.
"Hey, what's that for Taybear?"
"Um�" he flushed lightly.
"Oh, come on I promise I won't laugh just tell me."
"Fine...promise me you're not gonna laugh."
"Pinky swear"
"I'm buying it for myself."
"Why?" I didn't laugh though his answer caught me off guard.
"So if I'm forced to leave you I can always smell you and remember all of our good times."
"Aww..."
"Okay, okay so it's corny but I can't help it." He placed the bottle down, it was rung up and he paid for it then we quickly exited the store.
We roamed around the mall for a few more hours before meeting everyone else at the Johnny Rocket's in the food court. We all ate and then we left the mall, returning back to my house for dinner and a family movie. The whole time Taylor never left my side nor I his.