We were in Washington D.C. by now and everyone was taking the day off to site-see. I had stayed at the hotel, claiming I had a headache. I hadn't even looked at Taylor, let alone exchanged words with him, since the �incident' as I had begun to call it in my thoughts. I'd felt his eyes on me numerous times, but I never looked to see what he wanted. I knew looking at him would prove to be fatal.

I sat on the couch, watching an old re-run of Dexter's Lab, when someone knocked on the door. I went to open it only to find Taylor standing there, picking a piece of lint off his black tank top. The site of him made me smile, happy to see him for some unusual reason. He looked at me and smiled.

"Long time, no talk." he said quietly, not looking into my eyes. I nodded my head a bit.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked, trying to sound annoyed. He frowned.

"Fine, if you aren't happy to see me.. I just thought we could do something since everyone's gone. Oh, and here." he held out his hand to me, his fist closed as if he were holding something. I held out my hand and he dropped two Advil's in it. "I heard you had a headache. Those should help it."

I smiled, "Thank you, that was sweet of you."

"See, I'm not all bad." I stepped aside so he could come in and he went and sat on the couch. I went to get a glass of water and took the pills. Then, I went into the room Taylor was sitting in and sat next to him.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, picking fuzz off my flannel pajama pants.

"What do you mean?"

"You said you wanted to do something together.. What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know... we could check out one of the Smithsonian buildings..."

"Oh, you actually mean leave the hotel, don't you?"

"Yep, what did you think I meant?"

"I don't know... just hanging out here? I don't feel like changing out of my pj's." I stated, indicating my flannels and old t-shirt. He nodded.

"We can always stay here, no prob. I don't care as long as we do something. I don't want to sit and do nothing all day." he replied, kissing my cheek. I nodded. "Is there a reason you've been avoiding me lately?"

"What do you mean? I haven't been avoiding you..." I avoided his eyes and braided a few strands of my hair.

"Bull... what is it? Did I do something wrong? I haven't fought with you in a few days..."

"I... I don't know, Taylor. I mean, what if Zac were to find out? Did you tell Sheila about it yet?" It wasn't that Zac would care if I had been with Taylor or not. It was the fact that I had been lying to him for the entire time that would more than likely break our friendship, and that, more than anything else, terrified me.

"What? Us? Nah.. She'd have a heart-attack." he smiled.

I laughed, "God forbid.. We wouldn't want that now would we?"

"Are you sure you're not jealous of her?"

"Yes, are you sure your ego isn't the size of Alaska?" I rolled my eyes even though I knew I was lying. I was totally jealous of Sheila even though I had only just come to realize this the day before.

He smiled, "Is it possible for you not to fight with me?"

"I wasn't.. I was just asking.." I stuck my tongue out at him and smiled. I could tell from the look in his eyes that he was going to kiss me and sure enough, he pulled me into his arms and smothered my mouth with his. I kissed back, trying to act as if kissing him wasn't a big deal to me even though the sensation of his tongue in my mouth made my knees weak and my stomach do flips. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pulled me onto his lap. We broke apart and looked in each other's eyes.

"I was thinking..."

"About?" I adjusted myself so that I was straddling him, seeing as that was more comfortable, and kissed his nose. He put his hands loosely around my waist.

"Well... do you think I should break up with Sheila?" Taylor's face grew serious as he asked me this. The only thought that ran through my mind was �yes!' but I didn't tell him that.

"I don't know... why? Don't you love her anymore?" I asked, readjusting my position again.

"No, I never loved her."

"Then, why have you been with her for so long?"

"The sex is good and she doesn't care if I cheat." he stated, rather shallowly. I glared at him.

"The sex is good? I think it's just because she's the only girl you can get.." I rolled my eyes.

"I got you, didn't I?" he smiled at me but I didn't smile back.

"No, you didn't."

"Well, that's funny �cause gee... let's see here, you're sitting on my lap, talking to me and kissing me, but I don't have you? We slept together, but I don't have you?" he raised an eyebrow.

"No, you don't. Until we are in a relationship then, no, you don't have me." I stated, getting a little angry with him.

"That could happen in the very near future.."

"What? No, it couldn't.." I frowned at him and got off his lap.

"And why not?" he kept his arms around me and scooted as close to me as he could, but I pushed him away.

"Tay.. What about Zac? If he found out anything about us, he'd probably never talk to either of us again and I don't know about you but I couldn't live with that..." I frowned, squirmed out of his arms, and stood up, walking towards the kitchen for something to drink. He followed me.

"He doesn't have to know.. We can keep it a secret... like we're keeping the other day a secret..." He once again had his arms around me and was whispering into my ear. He nibbled on the lobe softly and I caved once again to the ear nibble.

"I hate you.." I muttered, smiling up at him and putting my arms around his neck.

"Is that a yes?" he asked, looking hopeful.

"Yes." I sighed and looked down. He grinned. "You know the ear is my weakness..."

"It is? Cool, I'll have to do that more often..." his grin widened and I swatted his arm and let go of him, going over to the small fridge in the kitchen and pulling out a Diet Pepsi I had put in there earlier. I felt his eyes on me and turned around.

"So, does this mean you're dumping Sheila?" I asked, taking a sip of the Pepsi.

"Of course."

"Oh, and I need to make one thing clear... unlike bitch-girl, I do care if you cheat so don't, got it?" I stated, walking over to him with a serious look on my face. He nodded and put his arms around me.

"I won't, I promise."

"I'm sure that's what you told Sheila too. But I'm serious. The first time I hear anything about you cheating, you're gone. I'm not afraid of dumping you and I don't care how good you are in bed." He smirked.

"I'm good in bed?"

"Taylor, be serious!" I slapped his arm while putting my arms around his neck and pouting up at him. He smiled and kissed me softly.

"I'm sorry, Baby.. I'll be serious. I'm not going to cheat on you, I swear it."

"Good." Our lips met once again, making me smile.


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