you paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain - seven

I know it's short, but it will have to do for now :)

 The spits ended up winning the game 4-2 and it was a good start to the season. Taylor got a goal and two assists, and Kenny got a helper on Adam Henrique's goal. Though my head was still spinning, I tried my best to ignore that. It was beyond hard. Taylor. Kenny. Taylor. Kenny. Rather, rinse, repeat.

I walked into the lobby of the Arena and was getting ready to leave when my phone buzzed. It was Kenny.

"Hey, hope you're not going home yet, I wanna see you."

"Well, I was gunna go home and sleep unless you have something better in mind."

"Well, I don't know if my billet family would want me having people over."

"You can come over to my house for a bit, my dad's pretty laid back."

"Okay, be out in 10 minutes :)"


He never showed up.

I didn't get it.

I left the arena and walked over to my car. I felt some tears stinging my eyes and I let them fall cause no one was around me. Or so I thought.

"Ally?"

I turned on my heel and saw that same old blond haired blue eyed boy standing on the curb. He was always standing on the corner for me. Taylor. I put my head down as he started to walk closer, counting his footsteps before he was right in front of me.

"Why are you still here?"

"Cause Kenny told me he was going to meet me out here, but he never showed up."

"He ... he stood you up?"

"It appears that way," I muttered as I looked at my feet.

"Hey," Taylor whispered as he lifted my chin up, then moved his hand to the side of my face, "you don't deserve that."

His blue eyes peered through me as I let out a shaky breath, "Then what do I deserve?"

"To be happy.  Everyone does."

"I have to go."

I abruptly moved his hand from me and got into my car. I kept seeing his face in my mind as I drove away. I moved my rear view mirror so I wouldn't have the urge to look at him. I'm so stupid. I've should've known to not let anyone in. It just never works. That's why I have to push Taylor away, in case he hurts me.

I trudged into the house and my dad was asleep in front of the TV. I turned the TV off and put a blanket over him. My room was freezing as I walked inside of it. I threw on some pj pants and a blackhawks long sleeve shirt. As I got into bed, I got a text from Kenny.

"I'm really sorry I blew you off."

"You have no excuse?"

"I got sidetracked with some of the guys and when I got home, I checked my phone and felt horrible."

"We'll talk about this later. I don't know what to believe anymore."

I threw my phone on the floor and tried to get to sleep. But I could not get Taylor out of my mind. How the pavement glowed as he stood there. I recalled the smell of the rain, it was still in my lungs. The way his eyes shined against the streetlights. It was like a firework show and I was captivated. Everything about it was keeping me awake.

A little while later, there was a light knock on my door. The hallway light crept into my room and I squinted my eyes. It was my father.

"Ally, there's someone here to see you."

I slowly got myself out of bed and walked down towards the front door. There stood those faded blue jean shaded eyes looking right into my heart.

Taylor.