9. 8- thanks
"You know you could walk with me. And the boys of course." "I don't want to interfere. Thanks Taylor but you realize what those girls would do to me if they saw me around you guys?"
"We have security. Just so you know." I rolled my eyes with a smile. 'He was such a sarcastic idiot.' "Well thank you. I do try." "Shit! I said that out loud?!" "Unfortunately you did. But seriously. We have security."
"I know but there are hundreds of girls out there. They could tear them up to get to me. I'm not even kidding. I've seen girls do it before. When I met Ed Sheeran. I hugged him, he hugged back gave me a peck on the cheek and the girls just snapped and almost got me. But Ed protected me. I'll never forget that day though."
He just laughed at my little story. "I'm being serious!" I laughed and playfully pushed his shoulder. He fell dramatically to act like he got pushed off a cliff. I was laughing so hard.
Then we heard a groan beside us. We stopped laughing and looked over. Logan was literally about to punch Taylor. So I kicked him in the balls.
He groaned and fell to the ground. "Zzaayyymm. You know how to take a guy down." He said with the zaym like on Nash's vine.
We just laughed then I maybe kinda knocked out Logan and maybe kinda wrote 'Loser' on his forehead in bold letters with a sharpie. That's not getting off before the dance. I just laughed. Then I wrote a handle bar mustache on him. I was dying.
"Taylor, thanks." "For what? Hailee your the coolest girl I've ever met. Even if I've only known you for and hour and a half."
"WHAT?! We've been goofing off for and hour and a half?!" "Yeah. Chill. It's fine. But we've better get back to the boys." "Yeah. But um. Can you kinda introduce me? I'm actually really shy when it comes to famous people."
"Sure babe." He called me babe. HE FREAKING CALLED ME BABE!!
(Sorry about having it short!