Not a "LOVE" Story ✓

"Pardon my French"

TAYLOR (CHAPTER 49)

"Good morning sleepy head!"

"Fuck off," I mutter with a groan. Pulling the covers over my head I continue to sleep, not loving the fact that Lila woke me up.

"Omg, did you just swear?"

"Va te faire foutre," I tell her the same thing, yet in French.

"What?"

"Ugh, use a dictionary, Lila. Or google translate."

"Nah, I'm too lazy. Now get up!" In seconds the covers are pulled off me, my body shivers as I feel the cold air in the room.

"But why?!" I yell at her, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion. I'm still tired from the plane ride and also my whole body and head freakin hurt.

"Mom's here."

"Dear god no..."

"Yup!" she says with a smile, sitting on my bed.

"You're lying. Please tell me you're lying Lila," I beg, not wanting to see my mother at the moment.

"Taylor!"

"Merde," I mutter.

"Mom..." I say, seeing as my mother stands right in front of the bedroom door, watching me in disappoint. "Did I do something?" I ask her.

"Why are you still sleeping? It's twelve in the afternoon!" I roll my eyes at her, sitting up.

"Mom. I stayed on a plane for nine straight hours. Can you at least give me a break?" She sighs, staring down at the floor.

"No. Now come on, we're going shopping," she says with a smile, leaving the room.

"The coast is clear," Lila says. With a groan, I fall on the bed.

"Pardon my french, but why the hell is she acting so bitchy?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, when did you act all "I don't care about swear words anymore" girl?" I laugh, shaking my head.

"Trust me, when you stay around my friends at Paris, swearing is gonna get stuck in your brain. And I work with them and hang out with them all day. You're lucky I hold back on some swear words."

"Damn really?" I nod, rubbing my eyes.

"Yup."

"Hm, I wonder what the Taylor five years ago would say to this," Lila tells me.

"She would say how stupid I am for swearing, yet amazed at how far I've come into this world," I tell her.

"Funny," Lila says in a sarcastic tone. "Now get up and actually go out with mom. She honestly missed you, Taylor."

"Then why doesn't she thank me for actually moving to Paris, staying there for five years, and taking care of her store? Huh? Can you please tell me the answer to that question I'm asking, because, to be honest? I don't even know it myself."

"Don't be so hard on her Taylor, and don't be so hard on yourself. You know mom, she's well..."

"Psychotic?"

"A mother," Lila says. I scoff, then I laugh, and then I wonder what I would be like as a mother. Probably not as crazy as my own, but an "okay" type of crazy. "Taylor!"

"I'm awake!"

"Were you even listening to me?" Lila says.

"Uh..."

"I'll take that as a no."

"I'm sorry! I kind of blanked out for a second, then thought of myself as a mother, and then I almost fell asleep."

"What?"

"Like I said, Lila. I'm. Tired!" I shout at her.

"Get your ass out off this bed now, and go out with her. She's your mother Taylor."

"She's yours as well!"

"I need to take care of the wedding. It's in two days, Taylor. Two. Days!"

"And I need to sleep Lila. Sleep!"

"The wedding!"

"Sleep!"

"Wedding!"

"Sleep!"

"The wedding Taylor!"

"But I'm sleepy!" Lila scoffs, rolling her eyes at me. Standing up she walks away from my bed, almost walking out the door.

"You're going. And you know why?" I shake my head in confusion. "Because I'll tell mom you just called her a bitch," she says with a smugly look on her face.

"Lila!"

"Mwaha. I won!" she yells, walking away.

"Argh! You may think you have won, but I'm still not getting out of this bed Lila!"