Don’t be a jerk obviously, but… c’mon. “Oh no, really?” she asked, her voice full of concern. xxx “Yup, fuck brains.” I paused, then looked back at the ceiling. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, but told myself, if it was to be, it would… blossom, I guess. “Scared?”
“Terrified,” I honestly replied, eyes glued to the roller coaster. Physical labor wasn’t exactly my strong suit, but I agreed to help her, so I wanted to see the job done. ‘Who knows.’”
“Yeah, word for word. “What the hell is that suppo-”
“Taylor,” Morgan interjected, emphatically enough to cut her off but not enough to denote any kind of anger. We lay there for a bit longer until she silently decided it was time to start the day. No one will. “I don’t know if I am either,” she replied immediately.
