Taylor couldn’t explain it. That teenage-like feeling that came alive inside her every single time she saw you—even though she was well into her thirties.

It was simply instinctive. Your voice. Your skin. Your presence. Your face. You made Taylor feel things she had never felt before. You made her want things she had never wanted before.

You weren’t her girlfriend. No. You weren’t even really her friend… You were more like a distant cousin—or maybe a friend—of Gigi, one of Taylor’s closest friends. In fact, you had met about a year ago, at Gigi’s last birthday party, and ever since then? Taylor had spent an embarrassing amount of time finding excuses—and occasionally blackmailing Gigi—to invite you to any squad outing possible.

Eventually, Gigi managed to convince you to come along, and she picked you up to head to Taylor’s house before everyone went out together.

Taylor received Gigi’s text saying you were outside. As panic immediately set in, Blake laughed from the bathroom while doing her makeup and yelled across the house—

Blake:“Just act normal!”

And somehow, Taylor’s best idea was climbing onto the pool table. The moment Taylor realized how ridiculous—and deeply not normal—that pose looked, it was already too late. Gigi had opened the door, your hand still intertwined with hers.