We Aren't So Different, You and Me

It's been over a month since the incident between Taylor and I. She won't talk to me and ignores any of my efforts to try and reconcile with her. Lindsey says to give her time to cool off but a month? Really?!

**

"Hey, baby," I sighed, kissing Linds' cheek as I sat down beside the pool.
"Hey," she sighed. "What were you up to?"
"I got Taylor something." I shrugged.
"Baby, I'm sure she appreciates your efforts but showering her with gifts isn't a real effective way of apologizing."
"She won't accept my apologies any other way so what's the real harm in it?"
She groaned and rolled her eyes. "What'd you get her, a car?"
Fuck.
She looked up at me and her eyes narrowed. "You didn't..."
"I did..."
"Gerard!"
"What!"

**

"Taylor? Can you come down stairs, please?" Lindsey called out. I heard shuffling around upstairs and the creak of a door opening, followed by the thundering sounds of her boots on the stairs.
"What?" she huffed, slightly out of breath.
"Your dad--"
"No." She turned right back around and headed for the stairs.
"God damn it, Taylor. Stop being so stubborn and listen to me." I interjected, pulling her on her wrist so she'd look at me.
She scoffed and took a seat at the kitchen island, playing with Grandpa, our hairless cat.
"I'm trying to tell you that I'm sorry, okay? We both said some things that we shouldn't have so--"
"Thought you could just buy my forgiveness?" she mumbled.
"Well, it seemed to be working until I found them in the trash the next day."
"Well I didn't want them. I don't want any gift you have for me, okay?"
"Not even your new car?" I smirked down at her, sliding the keys across the table.
She scoffed and slid them back to me. "Especially a new car."
"You haven't even seen it."
"I don't plan on it either."

I chuckled and pulled her towards the front door, where her eyes practically bugged out of her head. I explained that I knew that I can't buy her love and forgiveness but that I at least wanted to try. It seemed to work with her, actually. We both agreed that words were said that shouldn't have been and we moved on.

"I'm really sorry about blowing up at you, Gerard. I shouldn't have. It wasn't my place to," she mumbled into my shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, kid," I chuckled, kissing her forehead. "I deserved it, actually."
She sighed into my chest as we sat in the back yard, swinging on the hamock together.

"Gerard?" she yawned.
"Yeah, baby?"
"I think I'm still gonna go back to Paris in the fall."

Oh.

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