A Good Girl In A Bad World [Taylor Lautner Love Story]
Casey Matthews knows what it feels like to have your whole world flipped upside down. Life is hard, especially when you have one that a normal seventeen year old doesn't deserve. With her dad dead, and her mom ditching her only a year ago, Casey is left with her three year old sister, Bella, who is her full responsibilty now. Casey's life sucks... That is, until her long lost best friend shows up.
Sometimes things happen in our lives that tear us apart inside, but if we don't learn to look past them and see the sun shining above the clouds, we will forever be standing in the rain.
I rubbed my eyes groggily, looking around frantically from the sudden commotion around me. I watched as Bella skipped in to my bedroom, looking extremely happy, and not to mention completely adorable.
"Casey! Wake up!" She placed her small hand against my face, trying to wake me up. She turned to Taylor, "Her eyes are open! She's already up! Duh!"
I stared at my little sister in bewilderment. Never before has Bella talked to someone she barely knew. How did Taylor get her to be so comfortable with him already? Getting past my shock, I snapped my eyes shut again, deciding to be stubborn.
"No, I'm not. See?" I didn't have to look at Bella to know that her face was pulled in to a frown. I suddenly felt someone crawl in to the empty spot, on the bed, next to me. "Casey! Wake up right now!" I suppressed a laugh as her voice raised an octave. "Fine! I'm going to push you off the bed!"
I felt Bella's hands press on to my back as she began to attempt to push me closer to the edge of the bed. After a few seconds, she fell limp next to me. "I can't do it! She's too heavy!" I heard Taylor chuckle from across the room. "Your sister always was a pig when it came to eating."
I grimaced slightly at his comment, still refusing to open my eyes. "If I wasn't sleeping, I would be glaring at you." He laughed again, this time while walking farther in to my room. "Here, Bella, I'm pretty sure I can move her."
"Casey, you have until the count of three to wake up, or I'll push you off this bed." If my eyes were open, I would of rolled my eyes. "You wouldn't. Besides, who are you? My father?"
"Try me," He offered, ignoring my second question completely.
Playfully, I began to count like a child. "1, 2, wait for it... 3."
Before I knew it, my blanket was pulled off of me and I felt myself falling off of my bed. I opened my eyes quickly, shocked that he had actually done it, and landed on the floor with a loud thud. "Ow! Jerk!"
Taylor came in to my view, not caring to hide his laughter. "That's what best friends are for." He held out his hand, expecting me to take it. My first thought was to ignore his gesture, but then I remembered my promise and took his hand.
He pulled me up effortlessly. I looked over to Bella who was still laughing at my injury. "Bella! You're not supposed to laugh at me getting hurt!" She put her hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself. "It was funny!"
Taylor took my hand suddenly and started pulling me out of my room. "Come on, I made breakfast." I furrowed my eyebrows together. "How long have you been here?" He pulled me down the stairs, through the house, and in to the kitchen, with Bella following shortly behind us.
"For about an hour now. Bella has been with me the whole time." More questions about why Bella was fine was Taylor filled my mind, but I quickly pushed them away, deciding that that probably wasn't the worst thing in the world. It gave Bella at least one other person to trust, instead of her being terrified of everyone all together.
We came to a halt and Taylor let go of my hand. The smell of food filled the air, and as if on cue, my stomach growled. "Want to eat?" He offered, handing me a plate.
"Why did you make breakfast? Wait! Taylor, how did you get in to my house?"
"I told you that I wasn't going to tell you those things," I folded my arms across my chest stubbornly, while he flashed another one of his charming smiles, "And I was just trying to help you out. Besides, it was Bella's idea."
I looked over to Bella, who was nodding reassuringly. "It was my idea because I'm smart!" I couldn't help but to giggle lightly at her cute expression.
"By the way, Case, nice hair."
My cheeks tinted slightly at Taylor's comment. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix it somewhat. I sighed when I realized it was no use. "Just give me my food. Jerk."
He filled up my plate with food before handing it back to me. "Aw, I love you too!"
I narrowed my eyes at him before walking over to the island and taking a seat. Bella crawled up on the seat next to mine, while Taylor took the seat on the other side of me.
"What's wrong, Case? You look like you're in a bad mood." He questioned in a teasing tone.
"Oh, well you know, first, I was rudely awaken, then, I find out this weird guy keeps breaking in to my house and I have no idea how, and now, I'm being harassed my every teenage girls' dream guy."
He sent me a sweet smile. "So touching."
"Haha," I faked, sending him another glare.
"Guys! Guess what?" Bella suddenly said, looking up from her plate for the first time.
"What?" Both Taylor and I asked simultaneously.
"I like the color pink! ...And Hello Kitty! ...And flowers!"
A laugh escaped my lips from her random outburst. It was funny how those were the most important things to Bella. It was good to know that was what she focused on though, considering that there were already so many bad things that had happened in her life, even though she was only three years old. "I like those things too, Bella!"
Silence fell around us. It felt nice to know that it was a comfortable one for once.
"Case, where's your parents?" Taylor asked, breaking that silence.
I dropped my fork immediately, my eyes growing wide with surprise from him sudden question.
"What?" He was clearly confused on what he had said that made me react this way.
"Um, my parents, well..." I trailed off for a few seconds, not completely sure on what to say, "M-my dad, he passed away."
I watched as Taylor's eyes widened. "Casey, I'm sorry. I didn't know."
"I know you didn't, so don't be sorry." I stayed silent for a few moments, trying to recollect my thoughts. I knew he wanted to know about my mom, but didn't want to press the subject any further. After a minute of debating in my head, I sighed.
"My mom, well, she's a different story. She left us a year ago. I guess she just kind of snapped under all of the stress and depression, not that I'm excusing what she did."
Taylor studied my face for a few seconds. He held my gaze, and I couldn't help but to feel self conscious as his chocolate brown eyes burned in to mine. He finally spoke up after he was done analyzing.
"So, you mean, it's just been you and Bella here alone for the past year?"
"Yeah." The situation sounded so sad coming out of his mouth.
"Which means you'll have to raise Bella alone, even though you're only seventeen?"
I nodded my head weakly. Even though I fought it, I started to feel bad for myself. It's not that I minded raising Bella on my own. Bella was all I had, and if she wasn't here with me, I didn't know what I would do, but it was such a pitiful life to everyone else that I couldn't help but feel sad that both myself and Bella had to go through it.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner, Case."
A small smile made it's way on to my face. "You couldn't control it, but thank you. It feels nice to have someone else around here." I pushed my food around with my fork, suddenly losing my appetite. I pondered for a few minutes, trying to think of something else to say.
"Just to let you know, I think Bella really likes you, and she doesn't connect with too many people. That says a lot."
He beamed up at me, excitedly, "Really?"
I nodded my head again, deciding not to say anything else.
The conversation faded again, and silence fell around us once again. It wasn't an awkward silence, and it wasn't comfortable, it was more like thoughtful. Their were so many things that weren't being said in that moment.
"I'm sorry your life has been so horrible lately, Casey."
I lifted my head to meet his eyes once again, while not helping but to notice how sincere they looked.
And for the first time since Taylor had moved away so many years ago, I felt complete again. Even though I was no where near that, it was like something that I was missing for so long was finally back again.
Taylor was his old self. He was the Taylor that was my best friend. He was my Taylor.
Sorry this took so long! I'm really going to try to update this story more often, because I actually really love writing this. As for this chapter, I can't say the same thing. I'm really iffy on it, but it's something, right? :D Anyways, I'm sorry if it's not that great guys, but I hoped you enjoyed this anyways!
By the way, I know this isn't as long as the other chapters usually are, so I apologize that also.
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