To Lose Control

Chapter 14

-3rd Person-

They stood on the balcony of Blake's house. It was sunset and the air outside was getting a bit chilly.

"Tell me something about yourself," Blake interrupted the silence, though Taylor didn't mind.

Taylor was quiet for a while, thinking of an answer. There was not much to know about him, he realized, but he searched and searched his mind for anything. Nothing.

"There's not much to know," He responsed quietly. He was embarrassed. He was embarrassed that he basically experienced nothing throughout his nineteen years of living.

There was nothing worth talking about at least.

Blake turned his body to fully face him.

"How's that?" he asked, seemingly very interested.

"Um, well, my life just have never been entertaining. There's not much to talk about. I'm just bland." 

It was true. He was considerably boring in the public eye and even to himself. He didn't have much of a story aside from a few issues he never spoke of. He was just simply very plain person.

Blake hummed," I don't find you bland," he smiled. 

Taylor smiled half way in return. He couldn't help but feel like there was a bit of a lie in that statement.

"You just don't know me well enough then," he replied.

As much as Taylor was loving the attention he was giving him, he knew it was a matter of time before Blake got tired of him.

Taylor selfishly just wanted to hold on to the feeling of being wanted just a little longer.

"Trust me, I know I'll never find you bland," 

That statement gave Taylor a little bit of hope, but not too much. He wouldn't allow himself to get so hopeful, because disappointment would likely follow.

Taylor couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

You're in for quite the adventure, He thought to himself.

Blake smiled enjoying his laugh. "What's so funny?" he asked curiously.

Taylor shook his head. "Nothing," he replied his laugh dying down.

The atmosphere between them was so light and free that Taylor almost forgot of all his problems. He wanted to hold on to that feeling forever.

Now, the comfortable silence returned and none of the two protested. They actually quite enjoyed it.

Taylor looked up at the now dark sky. Since it was dark now and bright stars were beginning to show as if ready to perform. They were beautiful.

"Piano," Taylor said out of the blue.

"What?" Blake asked confused.

"You asked me to tell me something about myself. I can play the piano really well," he elaborated, finally remembering one thing that was remotely interesting about himself.

"Oh," Blake hummed. He seemed to do that a lot, "Will you show me sometime?"

Taylor nodded with a smile, "Sure."

"Let's go inside. It's getting kinda cold out here."

"Ok," he agreed. It was in fact getting cold and it was a little too dark outside now.

They left the balcony and headed for the living room.

The room was dimly lit, with a comfortable, warm and inviting feel to it.