|Random Short stories on the life of Taylor
Author: MoMo Taylor Anderson PM
So yeah I have a gazillion ideas for Taylor and honestly I feel bed if I start each one as an individual story now. I will divide them up later though. Rated K-M.Rated: Fiction M - English - Taylor M. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 2,986 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 11-23-12 - Published: 12-30-09 - id: 5626378
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"Is it safe?" Taylor questioned from behind Troy's back staring at the machinery in front of them. Troy chuckled as he moved Taylor closer to his motorcycle. "Come on," he said with his award winning smile. "No Troy! This thing is in no way safe," she said pointing at the bike with her adorkable mentality that Troy easily fell in love with. "See I knew you would say that, so I bought you this…" Troy said as he jogged to the back compartment of his bike and grabbed the helmet he bought for her weeks ago. "You bought me a helmet…for your bike?" Tay smiled so wide Troy could've sworn it stretched to her hairline. "Yes Tay I bought you this helmet, because I know you love the color lime green," Troy said wrapping his arms around her. Her smile fell, "Troy what if someone thinks that I am gang affiliated and the tries to assassinate me," Taylor asked panicking as he placed the helmet firmly on her head. "Baby Girl, the only way that anyone can ever harm you is if they get through me and live." He said placing a kiss on her lips. Sighing contently Taylor relaxed as Troy pulled her towards his bike. "Baby where is your helmet?" Taylor asked patting his shoulder. "Taylor I can't kiss you if I am wearing my helmet now can I?" Troy replied.
"No Troy I am not going to be the reason you crash your bike. Now put on your helmet before I bite you," Taylor said lifting up her helmet. "Silly girl I will put on my helmet. But you keep delivering those sexy little threats of yours, and I will make sure you perform them thoroughly," he seeming to growl out the last part as he reached around her and pulled his helmet out of the back compartment. Knowing Taylor, her cheeks were probably hurting from all the blushing and smiling. Troy just sent her a smile and shoved his helmet over his head. Revving the engines a couple of times he waited for Taylor to wrap her arms around him. Not getting the hint Troy placed her hands around him.
Pulling off from the Spelman Honor's building driveway, Taylor felt a rush of what she could only define as THRILL, EXCITEMENT, AND FUN! The thrills a normal nerd would never imagine herself experiencing with a strappingly handsome man. An amazing opposite named Troy Bolton. Taylor squeezed her hold on Troy and snuggled in close to him. Stopping a few yards away from a curb, Troy looked back at Tay and asked, "You alright Babe?"
She just nodded in reply and snuggled closer to Troy trying to make him continue the ride.
Troy leaned into Taylor's arms when he came upon a red light. He was downright smitten with his Baby Girl. She was the sweetest part of his day. Taylor wasn't the normal girl he usually went for. In fact she wasn't like anybody he ever met. She was intelligent, she was creative, and she was beautiful. She was shy too, something that used to repel Troy from girls but on Tay it only added to her essence. He was reminded of the first time he saw her.
She was at the beach with some of her friends. She stayed under a giant pink umbrella this blonde girl had. When the sun wasn't shining to bright she stood up and Troy soaked all of her in. He felt his heart skip a beat. Oh no player he thought. I'm -It-And_Quit It. But it was something about her smooth chocolate skin to those beautiful eyes to those long dancer legs. He barely noticed her clothes until he left his daze. Chuckling a bit to himself he scanned her beach wear. Over what seemed to be a black halter bikini top, she wore a yellow tank top and for bottoms what seemed to be male swim trunks. Now why would a woman so gorgeous hide her body under so much unnecessary clothes? Because she respects herself, said Troy's conscious or just fat Troy's player side recanted. But Troy shrugged off his player jacket and decided he needed to approach this woman. Because she definitely wasn't Fat and she definitely wasn't thin she was just thick. And Troy loved every inch of her. Whoaaa whoa did the word love pop out. Oh man!