I got off the plane in Chicago with Taylor by my side. He had muttered that he was going to move to Illinois to be closer to me during one of our late-night talks and we had decided that it was a good idea. He was twenty years old. It was time that he moved out on his own. He had been looking for apartments in Tulsa, but had decided to find one in Chicago instead. His family wasn�t too overly thrilled with the idea of him moving to another state, but they were learning to live with it. He was staying at my house until he found an apartment suitable enough for his needs.

Kyle was sitting on my front steps, waiting for me, when we arrived at my house. He stood at the sight of us and glared. He had a black eye and his arm was in a cast, both signs that Taylor had not been lying when he said that he had messed with Kyle. �Where in the hell have you been for the past two weeks and what is he doing here with you?� he demanded angrily.

�I was in Tulsa with Zac and Taylor decided to move up here with me.�

�Why?�

�To be near my baby.� Taylor stated, putting an arm around me and kissing my temple. I smiled at how the statement sounded coming from his lips.

�She�s my girlfriend.� Kyle stated, sounding more than a little angry.

�Not anymore, she�s not.� I retorted.

�You little bitch�� he reached back to hit me but Taylor stepped in front of me and grabbed his arm before it had a chance to come down.

�I thought I told you it wasn�t nice to hit girls. We had an agreement, remember?� his voice was threatening and Kyle backed off, eyeing him warily.

�I�m sorry� I leave you guys alone.� He looked down and walked away. I never spoke to him again. Taylor and I walked into the house and were greeted with the smell of dinner. We looked at each other and smiled. Everything was going to be all right.


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