I met her only yesterday but I think I’m in love, maybe. She came into my life with her curly blonde hair up in a loose pony tail, she was ridiculously tall, and was wearing a shirt with the face of a cat on it. Of course Allie was the first to laugh at her cat shirt. I thought it was cute, I even said it aloud receiving a glaring look from Allie. “Joey, she dresses like a child. That’s why you think it’s cute.” Allie was a real bitch. “She just got here Allie, be nice.” I had watched her make her way to the only desk available. She didn’t look up once. She sat down at her desk and pushed a strand of her golden hair out of her face. I was snapped back into reality when Allie kicked me. “Pay attention.” She hadn’t been talking about the class, which was English (my worst subject), she was talking about herself. But enough of that, I want to know the girl’s name. I kept thinking about her. She looked like she would be the head cheerleader or the Prom queen, and yet I knew she wasn’t. I knew that she wasn’t into the popular crowd and that she really didn’t care much about social acceptance. So I basically stalked her today. I tried to find her through the mesh of people in the halls. I tried to find her at lunch, randomly standing up to scan the room only to be pulled back down by Allie. Who, by the way, is not my girlfriend. I tried to find her during free period, wondering around aimlessly until I was on the verge of giving up. I have two bells left. I hear the bell ring and get up to rush to my next class. I’m side tracked when I begin to follow a tall blonde, is it her? I follow her until she turns into a class, it’s not her. The bell rings. I’m late. I run back to my class, knocking over someone, it’s the girl. This is how it’s like in movies though right? Expect she isn’t mad, she almost looks happy. “I’m sorry.” I hold out my hand, she reaches for it but doesn’t take it. Instead she pushes herself up; I probably look puzzled until she smiles. “Sorry, I’m Misophobic. That was really sweet though.” I probably still look confused because she laughs. I smile; I want her to laugh again. “I don’t like germs. I don’t mean you’re germy but, I just don’t do handshakes or high fives.” I finally understand and nod. “Do you know where this class is? I only just got here; I get so lost at new schools.” So this isn’t her first new school. She hands me her neatly folded schedule. I unfold it and scan it. “You’re going where I’m going.” I say. She smiles. “Great, I’m Taylor by the way.” She says. “I’m Joe Jonas, nice to meet you.” I’m about to hold out my hand again for her to shake it but pull it back to my side. We begin to walk to our class. We don’t talk much, but that’s fine with me. We’re a good foot away but I can still hear her start to hum. I smile at her, she doesn’t notice. I notice how her hair bounces as she walks. She turns to look at me. “Do you know the ABBA?” She asks me. I nod. “My dad and mom love them.” I answer. She snaps her fingers as she hums another song. I find her so refreshing. We finally make it to class. She smiles at me with all her teeth making her eyes all chinky. She holds up her fist. I look at her for a second but then fist pump. “Thank you.” She says, entering the class before me. This is when I know I’m in love with Taylor. 

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“Hey.” Joe said smiling at her with a goofy smile. Taylor’s mom got out of the way and let Taylor step out in front of him. “I bought you chicken noodle. You loved this.” Taylor folded her arms across her chest. “Why are you here?” She asked as seriously as she possibly could. “I bought you…” Joe was cut off. “No, why are you really here? We haven’t seen each other in years. What do you want?” Joe stared blankly at her, Taylor becoming impatient. What could he say? He wasn’t going to just say it out loud. “I just wanted to see you, I wanted to make you sure you were ok.” Joe answered. Taylor looked quizzically at him. “Ok, well thanks.” She said taking the bag of soup from him. She looked at her mom for a bit of approval and when her mom gave her the I-suppose-you-can-have-it look she smiled. “Is that all?” Taylor asked Joe. Joe scratched the back of his head. “Um, yeah, but can I talk to you…a-alone.” Taylor turned back to her mom, who reluctantly left the two alone. Taylor let Joe into the room. She plopped down on the couch and found a plastic spoon in the bag. She opened the soup cup and began to eat from it. Joe awkwardly stood there until he decided to sit on a seat opposite of Taylor. “So,” Taylor began. “What did you want to talk about?” It took Joe a few seconds to say anything. He wanted to find the right words of course. He knew that anything he would say would be analyzed to the very nitty gritty when it came to Taylor. He sighed. “I miss you…” He started. Taylor looked up from her soup and gawked at him. Joe Jonas missed her? HOW? “I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I mean I know you’re friends with Ashley and she mentioned you on occasions and then I listened to that song you wrote about me and that I just really miss you and…” Joe stopped to catch his breath; he looked over at Taylor who was blinking at him. “Did you get any of that?” Taylor nodded. That was all she did? “So, um. What do you think?” Taylor pondered on the question. “I think you’re pretty brave for coming here and saying that, but I also think you’re pretty stupid too. Joe it’s been nearly 3 years. I was begging for you to come back to me, but you didn’t take me back. I’m over it.” Joe’s heart shattered. He thought that she still loved him too. “But, I just thought, that-that song was so emotional. I-I…” He stuttered. Taylor saw the hurt in his eyes, and she felt good about it. She had suffered for so long and it’s his turn now. Did he seriously think that she could just turn into jell-o and take him back? Taylor would admit that she still had lingering thoughts of her and Joe ever being together. If it hadn’t taken him so long to realize that he wanted her back, she would have taken him back in a heartbeat. But now, he has to work for her affection again. “What do I have to do to show you that I really do want you back?” Joe asked, almost pleading. These were exactly the words Taylor wanted to hear. “You have to work for it.” She simply said. Joe blinked at her. “I’ll do anything.” Taylor smiled, getting up from the couch and making her way to the door. “Good.” She said, walking out of the door, sneezing.

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Taylor sat in her dressing room, sneezing. After much protest and arguing her show that night was rescheduled due to her sudden, well not really, illness. Taylor blew her nose in a tissue and wiped her eye with her sleeve. “Mom, I can play tonight. Honest, I’m fine!” Taylor said, her voice sounding nasally. “I appreciate this and all, but I can’t let my fans down.” Taylor had the sudden images of little girls decked out in t-shirts with her face on them crying into their mother’s arms. “Mom, please.” Her mother simply shook her head and flipped the page of the magazine she was reading. All day they had been arguing about this and Taylor could see how tired her mom was. Taylor sank back into the couch and pouted. “Honestly Taylor, I would love to put you out there in front of your fans, but let’s face it; your voice is almost gone and you can’t go five seconds without needing a tissue. So, the answer is final.” Taylor sighed. Her mom had a point. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Taylor sat up, but her mom was already getting it for her. Her mom opened the door slightly then stepped out. Taylor moved from side to side trying to see who it was, whoever it was her mom seemed completely stressed. Taylor only heard a few jumbled words from the conversation. “No…she’s sick. You can’t…I won’t let you, how nice…I’m sorry.” She strained to hear more. The person on the other side was trying real bad to get in and see her. It was probably a fan. “But, if you just let me…” The person was cut off, but Taylor had heard enough for her to recognize the voice. She stood up inching her way towards the door. Her mom and the other person were whispering now. “Listen to me, I know your intentions are good, but she doesn’t need this.” The other person sighed. “I bought her chicken noodle soup though.” Taylor giggled making her mom turn around, making the door open completely. Taylor looked up at the person, she knew it. The voice was all too familiar, the humor, the chicken noodle soup, it was all too clear. “Joe…” 

To be continued….