Kylie rolled over and looked at the clock beside her bed. 1:12pm. "Too early." she mumbled, rolling back over and throwing the covers over her head. Just before she drifted back off to sleep, she heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. "No, please just go away." she begged. After at least five minutes of the ringing doorbell, she threw back the covers. "Fine!" she yelled, "I'm up, is that what you wanted?" She began walking down the stairs, clad in her Vicroria's Secret pajama bottoms and white tank top. "I swear to God, unless you're the UPS man coming to bring me a nice big package, I'm gonna kick the living shit out of whoever you are. Or, if you're someone bringing me a nice bouquet of flowers, then I wont - " she stopped short when she saw who was the insistant doorbell ringer. " - Taylor. What the hell are you coming over here waking me up for? And your excuse better be good."

"I needed to get away from my house. The whole family seems to have sticks up their asses today. Oh well." he walked passed her and into the house. "So, I came to see what you were up to."

"Well, I WAS sleeping, but not after you decided to ring the doorbell for five minutes straight. Which leads me to my next question, why were you ringing it for five minutes straight? You should've just gone home."

"Because I knew you were home. And because its like I said, I don't want to be around my family."

"Okay, so then why didn't you just come right in? You should know by now that you don't have to ring the doorbell."

Taylor walked into the kitchen and began to search the fridge. "I knew it'd bug you if I did that, so that's why I did it. You got any Mountain Dew? You drank all our's."

"Nope, I drank all of our's too."

"Damn you." he muttered.

Kylie couldn't help letting her eyes travel down to his ass as he bent over at the waist, still searching her fridge. His t-shirt rode up just enough to show her a bit of his back. Her mind started to fill with memories of when they'd mess around and -

"You've got nothing!" his voice broke into her thoughts. He slammed the door to the fridge. "I think we should go to the store after you get ready."

Kylie shook her head. "No money."

"I'll pay." Taylor offered

"No, I don't want you paying for our groceries. That's not right."

"No? Well is it right for your parents to leave you alone for two weeks with hardly any money or food?"

"Well, no, but - "

"But nothing young lady." Taylor placed his hands on her shoulders and started to push her out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. "Now you go on and get showered. I'll wait down here and when you're done we'll go to the store. No, no!" He cupped one of his hands over her mouth, stopping her from interrupting him. "We're going, I'm paying, and that's that. Now go shower."

Fourty-five minutes later, Kylie come walking back down the stairs. She walked in the living room where Taylor sat, flipping though channels on the tv.

"Hey, we can go." she announced, "I'm ready."

Taylor turned off the tv and stood up. "Its about damn time." he said, raising his arms high above his head, streching out his body from fourty-five minutes of sitting. "I was about to come see what you were doing up there that was taking so long."

"I couldn't decide what to wear." she told him, "Girls are like that you know."

"Yes, I know."

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"Yuck! Why in the hell would I get some cereal with oats in it if I could get one with tons more sugar?" Kylie stared at Taylor, hands on her hips.

"I don't know! It was just a suggestion!"

"A stupid one." she said, grabbing a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch off the shelf. "Now this is some good cereal. Not that oats crap."

"Just because its healthy doesn't mean it doesn't taste good."

"Are you saying Cinnamon Toast Crunch isn't healthy?"

"Do you think it is?" he asked her

"Yes! Everyone needs sugar."

"Sure they do, but they can get it in better ways."

"Yeah, like going and eating a spoonful of pure sugar, right from the container."

Taylor glared at her as they left the aisle. "That's not what I meant."

"Sure its not." she rolled her eyes at him.

They walked up and down the next couple aisles not saying two words to eachother. Taylor pushed the cart and Kylie followed, grabbing various items and throwing them in the cart.

As they were standing at the check-out, Kylie grabbed a magazine that was sitting there and began to leaf through it.

"Oh, here Taylor," she said, showing him the page she was looking at, "Are you're kids eating too many sweets?" she read. "Haha, that's funny."

"What magazine is that?" he asked

"I don't know, some women's magazine. Its for all those moms who sit at home all day and watch soaps while their kids are in school."

"Ah, one of those. My mom used to read 'em."

"She did? Why?"

"Cause she's a mom, I don't know. You'll probably read it someday too."

"No, don't say that."

"Its true. I can just see it now... "

Kylie punched him. "You stop that right now."

Taylor just smiled at her.

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"That doesn't go there, Taylor!" Kylie yelled at him from across the kitchen. "Cold food goes in the fridge or freezer, not the pantry."

Taylor looked down at the pizzas in his hands. "Are you sure?"

"Uh, gee, let me think for a second... yeah, yeah I'm sure."

"Oh, okay."

Kylie shook her head and went back to emptying the bags. She had the easy job, whereas Taylor had the hard one - putting everything away. Sure it would've been a hell of a lot easier if she had been the one to put the food away, but Taylor offered, and she had no choice but to accept.

"Where does your cereal go?" he asked her, holding up the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch she had picked out.

"Over there." she directed, "What, you thought it went in the fridge?"

"Oh you're too funny for me, haha."

"No need to be sarcastic."

"I'm not. What's next?" he stood next to her, looking down at the kitchen table, which held all of the remaining food.

"Take your pick."

"I'll take some of this," he said, pinching her in the sides, "and how about some of this." He lowered his lips to her neck and licked a trail from her ear, along her jawline and coming to finally rest upon her lips. Kylie pushed him away.

"No," she said, "we can't. I thought we had this discussion the other day."

"We did, but what's a little kissing hurt?"

"We're friends, Taylor. If we were a couple it'd be different, but we're not. Therefore, this is wrong." She grabbed a package of Oreo's and headed off into the living room. Taylor sighed and followed her.

"Ky, please don't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you, Taylor. I just wish you'd make up your mind, that's all."

"What do you mean, make up my mind? About our friendship?"

"Yeah."

"So, what, we're not friends or something?" Taylor went and sat down next to her on the couch.

"No, we are. I just wish you'd decide what you want out of this. You know, like do you want to be friends or more than friends?"

"Like a couple?"

"Well, yeah, I guess."

"Ky, you and me as a couple... that just wouldn't work. I can tell you that right now."

Kylie gave him a puzzled look. "And why not? Its not like it'd be any different than what we do now."

"Well yeah, but like, I know that it'd be different. Everything would just feel different, and I'm not so sure I'd like that." he tried to explain

"Tell me something Taylor." she said, "Have you ever thought of us as a couple? I mean, have you ever sat down and pictured what it'd be like if we were together?"

Taylor broke his eyes away from her's and looked around the room. "Yeah," he confessed, "a lot."

Kylie stared at him after he said that. "A lot?" she asked, "Like, a lot, a lot?"

Taylor stood up. "YES!" he yelled, throwing his hands high up in the air. "Yes, I've thought about you. Yes, I've thought about us as a couple, and yes, I've come this close to actually asking you to be my girlfriend. I'd be lying to you if I said that I've never wanted to do things with you that I've never done with any other girl. And I can't even imagine doing anything else with another girl. I mean, God, don't you understand? You're like, the one thing I have that keps me going from day-to-day. I come to you for every little - "

"Taylor stop." she interrupted him

"What?" he asked "What'd I do?"

"You're totally confusing me. One minute you're saying how we wouldn't work as a couple, then the next you're telling me how you wanted to ask me to be your girlfriend at one point. What the hell? Can't you just make up your fucking mind?"

"Oh God, Kylie!" he threw himself down on the couch, covering his face with his hands. "I don't know what I want."

"Well you know what Taylor?" she asked him, taking a seat next to him and removing his hands from his face. He stared up at her, his eyes searching her's.

"What?" he whispered

She leaned down so her forehead was touching his, their eyes never once losing contact. "I love you."