Taylor stuck her little tongue out at the little boy. “You’re such a little baby!” He teased her, pulling her unmanageable curly hair again. Taylor had enough, she pushed him. He fell backwards and gave her an angry look. “Don’t touch my hair!” The boy stood up and turned to his parents on the other side of the lawn, disapproving looks coming from both parties. He ran towards his parents, Taylor running after him. When she reached them she heard him whining to his parents. “She started it mommy. She pushed me!” Taylor put her hands on her hips. “He was pulling my hair!” Her parents were also watching them. “Joseph Adam Jonas, you tell her you are sorry. You do not pull a girl’s hair, oh, 8 year olds. ” Joe huffed. “Fine,” He turned to Taylor, “I’m sorry for pulling your hair.” Taylor nodded. “I’m sorry for pushing you.” She said. Joe held out his hand and Taylor shook it. “Truce.” They both said at the same time. Joe and Taylor’s parents laughed. “Hey Joe, don’t get too comfortable around my little girl!” Taylor’s dad joked. Everyone laughed except Joe and Taylor.

8 years later…

Taylor scooped up her books and ran out to the front door. She watched as Joe pulled into the driveway. “You’re going to make us late again!” She shouted out at him. He rolled his eyes and rolled down the windows. “Well standing there isn’t helping.” Taylor walked down her front porch steps and opened the car’s door, getting in. “Your car is nasty, Joe.” Taylor said making a face. Olds socks, crumpled up papers, and other unknown things were littered on the car floor. “You are too.” This comment received a hit to the chest. “Ouch! Fine, sorry.” Joe began to drive towards the school.

Taylor walked through the halls, dodging people rushing past them. “HEY TAYLOR!” Taylor pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and turned around. It was her best friend Abigail. “Hey, good morning.” The girls began walking side by side each other down the hallway. “I saw you and Joe today!” Abigail said lightly pushing her. “Abigail, why do you always talk about us?” Abigail smiled wide. “Because I think you guys are a cute couple!” Taylor rolled her eyes, for the millionth time she was about to hear things she didn’t want to. “I mean, you guys have been friends since you were like 7 or whatever and I love how you guys always joke each other and…” Abigail went on and on and on about the two. Taylor held open the classroom door as she and Abigail slid into the class. They both sat down at their lab desks, Abigail still talking. “I just love you two so much!” Taylor sighed. “Thank you for finally stopping. Abigail smiled. “I’m just saying.” Taylor looked up at the board and began copying the assignment down. She suddenly felt arms wrap around her waist and turned her head around. “Joe, what are you doing?” He smiled and looked at Abigail. “I just wanted to work with you today for this lab.” Abigail didn’t hesitate to get up and find a new lab partner. Joe took her seat. “Why today?” He shrugged. “Ronald over there keeps giving me the creeps.” Taylor laughed. “Alright, but Abigail is going to be here next class.” Joe nodded. The bell rang and class started.

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“What did you get for number 7?” Joe asked leaning over to take a peek at her paper. Taylor looked at him. “Find the answer yourself. If a blue eyed male and a brown eyed female have a child, what will the color of the child’s eyes be?” Taylor read the question. “It doesn’t make since, I have brown eyes and you have blue eyes.” Taylor smiled. “That doesn’t matter.” What was Joe implying? “Ok, so would that be blue eyes?” Taylor shook her head. “Blue eyes are a recessive gene.” Joe looked at her. “But I would like your eyes better on our kid.” Taylor blushed. “This is fictional though.” Joe shrugged. “It’s not impossible.” Taylor shook her head. Of course it’s impossible, she wasn’t going to marry Joe or have kids with him. Right?

Another 9 years later…

Taylor rolled over in her bed, feeling Joe’s warm body against her. She yawned. “Joe, honey wake up.” Joe moaned. The past 9 years had been so busy. Taylor had suddenly fallen for Joe. They had been together for only a few years until they had become 22 and Joe had asked her to marry him. Taylor would never in a million years imagine herself marrying Joe. Taylor pulled the covers off of Joe. “Babe please get up.” Taylor’s soft voice woke Joe up. Joe opened his eyes and smiled at him. “Five more minutes.” He groaned. Taylor climbed out of the bed and looked at him. “I wish I could have another five minutes too but we have a daughter to feed.” Joe shook his head and pulled the covers back over his head. Taylor slipped her feet in her slippers and shuffled towards her daughter’s nursery. Never would Taylor have imagined to have any kids with Joe either. She opened the door and saw a pair of big blue eyes looking at her. The little girl grabbed at her mom. “Mommy!” The almost 3-year-old cried. Taylor scooped her up into her arms and sat her on her hips. “Are you hungry, Olive?” The little girls nodded. Taylor took her downstairs and sat her down in her highchair. She began making breakfast, hearing Joe walking into the kitchen. “Hey Ollie-Dolly.” Joe said planting a kiss on her head. “Morni Daddy.” Olive said. Joe kissed Taylor’s cheek, sitting down at the table. Taylor turned around and took in her family. She was in love with them, she thought back to when Joe was the little boy who used to pull her hair. She couldn’t help but smile. Or when Joe had said something about if they have kids, that he would want them to have blue eyes. Well, he got his wish. “Olive, you know you have the second prettiest eyes ever?” Olive looked at her dad. “You know who has the first set of the prettiest eyes?” Olive pointed at Taylor. Taylor hit Joe, “Don’t teach her that.” Joe smiled. “I didn’t have to.”