Don't Rain On My Parade

| Taylor's POV|

I walk into art class after the little thing with Mike in the bathroom and hallway. I see Tony sitting in the normal seat, frantically tapping his feet. I walk up and sit down next to him.

"Hey." I sigh. He quickly turns to me and pulls me into a hug.

"I was so worried!" He says still holding me. "I was looking for you, where did you go?" He rushes.

"Calm down, I'm fine." I reassure him.

He pulls away looking me in the eyes. "Are you sure? You were so quiet then just started crying. We didn't even know why."

I sigh, I hate it when people worry about me. I have no clue as to why, but I despise it. "Well I'm fine now." I smile trying to prove it.

He smiles back but it quickly dissipates. "Whats that smell?" He leans into me smelling my clothes.

"Cigerette." I say openly. I couldn't hide it.

He looks confused. "Since when did you smoke?" He tilts his head to the side a bit.

I shrug. "I don't. Not on a regular basis I mean."

Tony nods suspiciously. Then his eyes grow wide, as if realization took over him. "When you left, you didn't run into Mike by chance, did you?"

My eyes grow wide and I go speechless. Tonys eyes become filled with hate. "I'm going to kill him." He says through his teeth. He stands up.

"Babe, no its fine." I try to stop him.

He looks down at me. "Babe?" He asks, one eyebrow raises.

I laugh a little. He's easier to distract then his mother. All you do is mention star wars, or in this case, petnames. "Yes or do you prefer pumpkin?" I tease.

He sits back down. "Babe is fine." He smiles a toothy smile, the one I love. I smile back and lean in n peak his lips softly.
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I make it through the day slowly, not being able to get Mike off my mind. He was being so nice to me. But once I finally make it home, I change into something more comfortable then head to the basement. There sits my dusty yet beautiful drum set. I stretch out a bit before sitting on the small stool.

I slide the smooth, wooden drumsticks into my hands. I have lost all the calluses from before so my hands are very tender. I twirl one of the sticks in my right hand and adjust the drums with my left. I then take in a deep breath, slowly releasing it.

I start off with the basic snare and high hat for practice, before slowly adding the kick to the mix. Then all the rest of the drums and simbles.

Like I had said before, I don't really play a whole song, just bits and pieces. But as I began to play more roughly, I felt like I could play forever. Remembering the sounds and playing them all, I got lost in it. Lost in the sound.

I played what my heat told me, what I as feeling, everything I've been holding back. My emotions spilled from my body, into the sounds. I ignored the the fire burning in my legs. I ignored the pain within my hands, now reforming those oh so familiar blisters.

I had been playing so enthusiastically that my hair was going everywhere. I close my eyes to protect them from it. I was forgetting all my worries. At this moment, I had not a care in the world. Lost in the sound of my own music, I rid myself from sadness, all the depression, all the anxiety and for once, I feel free. Free from myself.

But I guess that I forgot how hard I was hitting the drums and as my left stick came down onto the rim of the snare, it broke in half and flew across the basement.

I came to a complete stop. "Fuck." I laugh at myself. I wipe a bit of sweat off my forehead and try to catch my breath before I get up trying to walk to grab the other half that wasn't still in my hand but my legs are starting to feel like limp noodles. I finally reach the half stick and pick it up.

I have tons more in my small bag next to my kit, but I think that's enough for tonight. I mentally thank Mike for the little pep talk he gave me about practicing with my drums.
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|Mikes POV|

God, I think I might love her. I hate the thought of falling for someone, especially Taylor. I can't even have her! I've heard to many story's about falling in love. The misery and heart break. I don't wanna have to deal with that.

But then again, there are some cases where it works out. Like with mama and papa. They loved each other and still do. They made a family.

I was getting lost in the thought of love and Taylor when thankfully I was pulled from it by my phone buzzing.

I pick it out of my pocket as I see a text from Tay. I smile as I open it. There's a picture of 2 half drumsticks, the caption read 'Drummers might hit it a little too hard.' Wow. She took my advice to practice. I chuckle at the picture for a moment longer before I get a call from Tay.

"Hey." I greet still laughing a bit from the photo.

"Did you get the pic?" She asks. She sounds a bit out of breath still, probably from playing.

"Yeah! That's awesome. I'm proud. How ya feeling now?" I remember this one week when my parents took up to Mexico for a week and I couldn't bring along the set. The moment we got back I played for almost an hour strait. My legs hurt so bad after I couldnt walk for the rest of the day.

"Amazing but horrible at the same time. I can barely walk." She giggles.

I hold back all the inappropriate things I could say to that. I laugh along. "See that's what happens when you don't practice."

"Yeah I guess I deserve it." She sighs.

"Lesson learned?"

" yeah yeah, Lesson learned."

"Good!" I smile into the phone. "Wanna celebrate?"

"Celebrate me practicing or a lesson learned?"

"Yeah both. Why not? Gives me an excuse to see you." I rub the back of my neck nervously as I pase in my bedroom. there's a pause over the phone.

"Umm, yeah sure. Why not." I smile widely, surprised she actually agreed.

"Cool! Coffee?"

She laughs a bit. "Sure. I just need to shower then I'll head over to the shop."

"Okay I'll see ya then."

"Bye." She says as she hangs up.

Holy shit. I got a date. No. Not a date. She has a boyfriend. We are friends. JUST friends. No love allowed in this relationship. I chuckle a bit to myself. "Tonys going to kill me." I smile and change my shirt before heading out to walk to the shop not to far away.
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|Taylors POV|

I quickly hop into the shower, being careful of my scares. I had gotten the stitches out but they were still pretty tender. Once I'm done with that, I throw on a tank top and skinny. Not bothering with makeup. I find my keys and wallet before heading to my car.

As I drive, I think of Tony. Am I betraying him? No. It's not a date. It's a celebration. With Mike. A friend. Just a friend. Guilt splashes over me. But I push it back. I shouldn't be guilty, like i had said, Mike's a friend.

I pull up the shop and turn off the car. But i just sit there. Tony filled my mind.

But I get taken from these thoughts by a tapping on my window. I snap out of it then turn to see Mike standing there smirking. He opens the door. "What? Do you need me to carry you or something?"

I laugh a bit. Then slide my legs out of the car. "Im not sure." I stand up and my legs kill but I power through it. We reach the shops door and go in as the wonderful smell of fresh coffee wraps us up.

"You sit down and I'll order. What do you want?" Mike says while guiding me to a booth.

"Ill just have tea." I smile up at him while taking a seat.

"You got it." He winks before going over to order. I glance out the window, admiring the beautiful sky. It has been getting darker a lot earlier for a few months now. I don't mind.

mike gets back with the drinks and two pastries. "You can't have a celebration without sweets." He sets one of them down in front of me along with my drink.

"Thank you." I grin to him. I bring the hot tea to my nose and inhale the wonderful sent of chamomile. I love tea but don't drink it as often as i would like.

"Hey... umm Taylor?" Mike asks sheepishly.

"yeah?" I answer curious as to what he is about to say.

He seems to ponder for a moment before speaking. "No, umm, never mind." He waves off the subject.

i roll my eyes. "God I hate it when people do that. Now spill it. What were you going to say?" He shakes his head. "Come on you can trust me." I rest my hand on his from across the table.

He looks to his and my hands then back to me. "Tay... I-i think..." He looks down to his lap. "I love you..."

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