#esutaylor

Don’t ever let go!

One of the total perks of being a telepath was the feeling of satisfaction Taylor got whenever somebody thought nice things about hers. Sure, it could go the complete other way and make her feel like shit but this wasn’t one of those occasions. As soon as Leila pulled back from the liplock that Taylor had pulled her into, Taylor flopped back on her bed and snickered, pulling out her phone and unlocking it as the other girl talked. “I- wait, you kissed Will too? Don’t tell me the pool trick actually worked on you, Lei.” If Taylor was being honest here - which, in all fairness, she usually wasn’t - she didn’t really pay attention to what Leila was thinking during the kiss, but took the opportunity to peak into her head only to widen her eyes and sit back up. “You got down and dirty withBrennan? I guess Christmas came early, ‘cause you, my love, my life, are totally ho-ho-hoeing it up.” Taylor joked, mentally self-fiving herself for the pun.

“Oh my God, Tay!” Leila shrieked, although if she was trying to look outraged, she did a miserable job of it. Her face was blushing furiously; she hadn’t really talked about the Will or Brennan things with anybody else yet, but she figured if anyone was going to understand and be totally non-judgy about it, it would be Taylor... and even if she did want to be judgy, she’d find it out anyway, so no point bottling it up. “I think I’m okay with being on Santa’s naughty list this year, because it was actually pretty fun -- especially considering I bailed before I had to reciprocate,” Leila informed the other girl with a giggle. “As for the Will stuff, though... Uh, that’s a little more complicated.” Her grin disappeared a little as she folded her hands in her lap. “He kissed me in the pool, but he also sort of didn’t? I freaked and rewinded it.” Then, the other part of Taylor’s sentence registered with her, and her mouth gaped open for a second before she added, “Wait, too? Did you kiss him?!”

Leila didn’t know exactly what the deal was with Charlotte and Taylor, but if the other girl was this good of a kisser, Leila could kind of get why Charlotte would be willing to take on all of Taylor’s pain if it meant getting to touch her like this. She was almost reluctant to pull back, because it was nice to kiss someone and not have it be weird, or complicated. But she did, eventually, folding her arms over her chest and looking at Taylor expectantly. “Okay, mindreader, tell me if I overthink it -- did my brain, like, automatically compare that to kissing Will, or what? What was going on in my head?”

Unsent → Taylor: If I wanted to know what somebody thought about me, could I get you to like, say my name in a conversation and then read the person’s mind? 

Unsent → Taylor: I kind of get why you like hanging out with Dick so much now, he’s not as awful as I originally anticipated. 

Unsent → Taylor: You’re like, being good to Charlotte, right? She seems like she really likes you and I know she doesn’t like a lot of people. 

Unsent → Taylor: SCREAM HAS GOTTEN SO STUPID LATELY, I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M STILL WATCHING IT JUST SO I CAN HANG OUT AND HAVE VIEWING PARTIES WITH YOu. 

Unsent → Taylor: Would you laugh at me if I tried to drag you out lingerie shopping?

Text→ Taylor: You guys are all sooooooo going down at this Assassin game.

Well, given that he hospitalized Corliss, doesn’t the new Dean seem like a safe bet?

If my hunch is right and it’s Jack, probably Dick, Leila or Taylor.