I fell asleep with all my thoughts being pondered. I hope we'll be alright tomorrow.

Taylor's POV

I woke up in my bed with Shane next to me snoring really loud. I sat up, and instantly my head started to ache and pound.

"Ow, shit, what happened last night?"

I got up and grabbed some aspirin out of the cabnit from the bathroom. I took two with the water bottle that the hospital gave me from the accident. I looked down at my stomach. Oh yeah, there's a thing in me. I walked out of the room to see that everything was cleaned up. Thanks Shaney. I got to the refrigerator and remembered, shit, no food. After the bacon and egg mess that we made... after what happened at McDonalds...

I started to get dizzy and I fell to the floor.

"Shane, Shane please, come quick!"

I heard mumbling and a movement on the bed.

"SHANE!!!"

Then I heard something fall on the floor.

"What what are you okay!?!? What happened?"

He ran over and picked me up and put be back in bed.

"I woke up with a head ache, took some aspirin and walked out there. Then I started remembering things. Then I got dizzy and fell to the floor."

"Is your head okay?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Do you feel like your going to be sick?"

"No. Not really. Can you get me some water?"

"Of course."

He gave me a kiss on the forehead and walked into the kitchen. I could here the tap water go on, then off as he walked back into the bedroom.

"You wanna stay home from school? I can stay too if you want. We could have a Hoarders marathon run and see who gets sick from all the dead cats first!"

"Funny Shane, really funny. I think I'm good. Here, help me up."

I held out my open hand and he grabbed it. I had to stable myself first, but my head stopped spinning and stopped aching.

"Thank you. Well, I'm gonna get in the shower, because I smell like shit. I'm ass. Complete ass."

"Okay. And here."

He handed me my phone.

"Thanks."

"I started playing Bills Bills Bills. Then it changed to a song, that I don't remember adding.

*Play now if you want, no pressure.*

Let's talk about sex baby, lets talk about you and me.

"SHANE!!!"

"YOUR WELCOME!!!"

"UGH!!!"

So the song went on and I got out of the shower. I went to grab my towel, but instead my hand landed on the empty rack.

"Shit. It's in my hamper. Shane!"

"Yes, how may I help you."

"Eheheh smart ass. Listen, my towel is in my bed room, can you go and get it for me?"

"Okay."

He walked away and heard him rummage through my dirty clothes.

"Okay found it."

"Good, now bring it here."

"Umm, no."

"What? Shane I need that."

"You can air dry, or you can walk out and come and get it!"

"I hate you, you know that right?"

"Why so you think I'm doing this? Because I knew it would bug you."

"Fine, I'm just getting back into my- OKAY WHAT THE FUCK!"

He took my pajamas too

Shane's POV

I took her pajamas. I sat outside the bathroom door on her bed waiting for her to step out. She had no other option. I can be late for school. And besides, she's driving her car.

"Can I at least have something to cover up with?"

"Fine." I said as I handed her a hand towel.

"Fuck you man, just fuck you." All this did was remind me of the scene from the Proposal when Sandra only had a little towel to cover up from the dog that kept bugging her. She's Sandra and I'm the annoying dog who's keeping her from the towels."Please Shane, I don't want you to see me like this."

"Oh come on, you look great."

"No, Shane, no I don't."

Okay this is getting serious. Was she insecure about herself? And this is coming from a guy who wears their shirt in the pool.

"Taylor? Is their something your not telling me?"

It was silent for a few seconds, and I soon as I thought she was never going to speak up, she did.

"I was made fun of at my old school, I never told you because I didn't want you to worry. I was called fat and ugly and I became insecure about myself. I even changed in a bathroom stall for P.E because the insults were even happening in the locker rooms. I just hated myself, so over the summer, I did non-stop weight watchers and I went to the gym everyday and over worked myself to the point of hallucination. After every meal, I looked at pictures of models as my thin-spiration. I rarely ate, and when I did, I threw it up. My first normal meal was when I met you, and when we ate lunch together."

I didn't know what to say, this was a shock. I thought she was really well fit, not too thin which I hate, and she's perfect the way she is.

"You hate me now don't you..."

"No, no why would I hate you Taylor?"

"Because now you know that I hate myself and that I throw up after practically every meal."

"Did you do it the past few days?"

"No. Because when we went to Maggiano's, and you told me I was perfect and not to worry about what I ate, I felt so much better about myself."

I walked over to the door and gave it a knock.

"You wanna unlock the door?"

"I told you I don't want you to see me like this."

"No, I have the towel."

I heard the click of the door unlock and it slowely opened. She stood with her head peaking out from behind the door, the rest of her body covered.

"Here." I said as I handed her the towel to cover up with. She shyly took it and wrapped it around her body. She walked out from behind the door and tried to walk past me. But I grabbed her shoulders and gave her a long, passionate kiss. It lasted until I felt like I was gonna die from suffocation, as I ended our kiss and pulled away. "When ever your ready to show yourself, I'll be here to support you and not judge. But until then, we can just stick to kissing. Can I at least still hug you?"

"Of course you nut! What's a world without hugs? A world I don't want to live in."

I walked out of the room so she could get dressed. I got to my room and put on a pair of skinny jeans and a blue and white stripped shirt. I walked out and Taylor was looking in the refrigerator.

"We have nothing to eat!"

"Wanna get something on the way to school?"

"Yeah, and on the way home, we'll stop at the store and get some groceries."

We walked into the bathroom and did our hair, which for me is to brush and straighten. She blow dried it, brushed it, and then curled it.

"Damn, I'm glad I'm not a girl. That looks too complicated."

"Oh boo hoo. You don't have to do this everyday! I do."

"Come on, lets go. It's already 8!"

So we got out the door, grabbing our backpacks and coats and sped out the door. I hope Lisa listened.