Paths - Chapter 15

"Think of it as a promise." He smiled. Picture is of Elliot!!

Breathing heavily, concentrating on the rhythm of my footsteps, my breaths deep and stable. I turned the corner, onto the street of the Academy. Press was waiting outside the building.

"Taylor! Taylor!" They called out to me.

"Come on guys," I laughed teasingly. "I can’t even catch a break when I’m going for a run."

"Just one question!" One said.

"Alright. One Question." I sigh, giving in.

"Is it true that you and Elliot are going to America for the American holiday, Thanksgiving?" They held out their microphones excitedly.

"It is. But only for a peaceful weekend with my family," I answer before turning to head inside. They kept asking questions but I refused to answer.

After showering up I went to my room to concentrate on the homework due before Elliot and I leave for Louisiana. My teachers were nice enough to give me off Wednesday through Monday, as long as I had all my homework made up before I leave.

But, of course. I have writer's block.

My Skype popped up, showing that Elliot was calling me. I smiled, clicking on ‘Answer’. His face showed up.


"Hey, how are you?" I asked, happy to have a short break from the studying.

"Fine. Are you studying hard?" He said as if he were a concerned parent.

"Yes mother," I laugh sarcastically. "How is France?"

"Beautiful, but it would be better if you were here." He tried to turn the conversation around but Henry popped into the picture.

"Looks like Elliot will be cuddling up with me tonight. How do you feel about that, Taylor?" Henry hugs Elliot like a child.

"You got me, Henry. I’m furiously jealous," I fake, making both of them chuckle. Someone called for Henry making him leave the conversation.

"We have been practicing all day. I’m exhausted." He rubbed his eyes, letting himself yawn.

"I got cornered by the press today, after my run." I say on another note.

"And how did that go?" He asks curiously.

"They asked if it was true that we were going to Louisiana for Thanksgiving and I said yes. That was it." I tell the uninteresting tale.

"I’m really excited to go," he says.

"I’m excited too," I smile. He glanced up, from the screen before telling me he had to leave.

"Keep studying hard. Good luck on your test tomorrow morning. I’ll see you later."

"B-" I begin my goodbye but get cut off when he hangs up. "Love you." I tell the black screen. I slowly close the laptop. Over the course of the next few hours I did nothing but think about school. Going over countless mathematical problems and writing endless papers. When Libby finally came in and told me it was time to go to sleep, I put down the books.

The next morning, I dressed to impress. Knowing that the better I looked, the better I felt. The better I felt, the better I did. Eating a healthy breakfast, I went off to my first class. The seven hours of school that followed were a blurry. I don’t remember three-fourths of the questions that I answered. But each teacher held me back, to tell me if I passed or not. And after getting the final news on my last exam I quickly called Elliot.

"So, how did it go?!" He anticipated my call.

"I passed all of them with flying colors!" I tell him confidently.

"Oh good! I’m so happy for you, Taylor," Elliot’s voice made me smile. I missed him a lot. He’s been in France for five days. Doing talk shows, concerts and signings. I walked into the dorm building, passing some girls in the hall. "Now we can go to Louisiana with a clear mind, right?"

"Right," I open my door. Only to find my incredibly hot boyfriend sitting on my bed.

"Oh my gosh," I gasp, dropping my phone. He beamed at me, standing so I could run into my arms. "You weren’t supposed to get home for another fourteen hours."

"They canceled our meeting tonight, so we decided to come back early." He shrugged as if it weren’t a big deal.

"I missed you," I hugged him again, taking in his intoxicating sent that I have been deprived of for the last five days.

"I missed you more," He whispered, kissing my forehead. "I got you something."

"Not another present." I sigh.

"Think of it as a promise." He smiled, reaching into his coat pocket, bringing out a small satin jewelry box. Opening he revealed a small heart locket on a silver chain. It was small and petite, nothing really fancy but still stunning.

"It’s beautiful," I whisper.

"It’s a promise that no matter where my job takes me in the world that you are always close to my heart. I want to be the same for you. I want you to have a little piece from me, so when I am far away in China or Australia or anywhere, that you know I’m thinking of you and that I love you." He tells me in a quiet tone, as if he were trying to make sure this moment stand between us.

"I love you too." I grinned. He helped put the necklace on before I kissed him.


A tad of a boring chapter. BUT I’m giving you a picture of ELLIOT! If you can name what he’s from and his name, I’ll give you a gold star! I did my research and looked up British boys. Comment!
Published: 6/18/2012
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