Repost of "Breaking Free"
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: Breaking Free (07/?)
Author: taManda
Pairing: Zaylor
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: No summary. I'm too lame.
Previous Chapters
CHAPTER SEVEN
Zac’s POV
Andy and I are sitting on my bed watching TV.
“This is a stupid question,” Andy states. “And I’m sure I know the answer. But, why won’t you tell Taylor how you feel?” My gaze drops from the TV screen to my socked feet. I sigh.
“Because, if he knew how I felt he’d be disgusted. He’d hate me. It’s better if he doesn’t know.” I feel Andy shift around and look up at her. She’s sitting with her back to the TV, facing me.
“Have you ever thought he might just like you back?” she asks. I look at her like she’s crazy.
“What are the odds of my brother liking me as more than his brother?” I say. “It’s ridiculous. I’m sick and disgusting and probably have some kind of mental illness. It’s not normal want to have sex to with your brother.”
“Fuck normal,” Andy replies. “And you don’t just want to have sex with him. You want a relationship. And haven’t you ever heard that you don’t get to pick who you fall in with?”
“Yeah, but--”
“No buts,” Andy interrupts. “Besides, isn’t Taylor your best friend?” I nod, looking down at my lap. “Even if he didn’t like you that way, there’s always a chance that he won’t hate you and he won’t be disgusted. You need to have faith in your relationship with him.” I nod.
“Maybe you’re right. But I don’t know if I can take that risk,” I tell her. Andy places her hand on my cheek.
“Zac, life is all about taking risks. And so is love,” she says. “If you truly love someone, there is always going to be the risk of getting hurt.” I know she’s right. And maybe for once, I’ll actually take her advice.
Comments?
Author: taManda
Pairing: Zaylor
Rating: NC-17
Notes: AU-ish. No Natalie, Ezra, Ellie etc. And they still live in Tulsa. And the story starts in May 2003.
Summary: No summary. I'm too lame.
Previous Chapters
CHAPTER SEVEN
Zac’s POV
Andy and I are sitting on my bed watching TV.
“This is a stupid question,” Andy states. “And I’m sure I know the answer. But, why won’t you tell Taylor how you feel?” My gaze drops from the TV screen to my socked feet. I sigh.
“Because, if he knew how I felt he’d be disgusted. He’d hate me. It’s better if he doesn’t know.” I feel Andy shift around and look up at her. She’s sitting with her back to the TV, facing me.
“Have you ever thought he might just like you back?” she asks. I look at her like she’s crazy.
“What are the odds of my brother liking me as more than his brother?” I say. “It’s ridiculous. I’m sick and disgusting and probably have some kind of mental illness. It’s not normal want to have sex to with your brother.”
“Fuck normal,” Andy replies. “And you don’t just want to have sex with him. You want a relationship. And haven’t you ever heard that you don’t get to pick who you fall in with?”
“Yeah, but--”
“No buts,” Andy interrupts. “Besides, isn’t Taylor your best friend?” I nod, looking down at my lap. “Even if he didn’t like you that way, there’s always a chance that he won’t hate you and he won’t be disgusted. You need to have faith in your relationship with him.” I nod.
“Maybe you’re right. But I don’t know if I can take that risk,” I tell her. Andy places her hand on my cheek.
“Zac, life is all about taking risks. And so is love,” she says. “If you truly love someone, there is always going to be the risk of getting hurt.” I know she’s right. And maybe for once, I’ll actually take her advice.
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