"Taylor. Today I want the guys to look at tuxedos already. And can we try some cake flavors too?" I shake Taylor from waking up. "Baby! Let's go. Let's go. Let's go!"
"No. Mhm, I sleep still." Taylor groans and throws the blanket over himself.
I take the initiative to get up and go get ready on my own because he won't get up!
12:02 pm
"Mhm, taste so good." I moan out as Taylor feeds me the slice of red velvet cake, it had chocolate chips inside and a cream cheese icing. "So that's your favorite flavor now?" He smirks and I realize what he's mentioning.
"Keep talking dirty, I'll have to get you wet." I whisper. "You know, you're going to need a bath." I laugh. "Okay, wow Shawn. Smooth!"
The baker comes back and hands us a few more places of small single slices. "Oh, strawberry and custard!" Taylor shouts and drags the tray toward him. He takes my spoon and it's it. "Holy fuck. Good shit babe."
"We shouldn't really pay attention to color or design yet and just choose a flavor. Then the appearance?" I remind him. "Right baby because the inside matters more than outside." Taylor quickly pecks my lips and stands up to give the cake slices back to the baker.
"Chose a flavor between the ten you tried?" Our baker asks us. Before I could say what I wanted, Taylor speaks over me, "Strawberry custard." I tug on his arm. "Oh babe, I liked he red velvet one though..."
"Ah, gosh. Yes. What he said." Taylor says confidently. "We will be back next week to choose the appearance and colors, in which Taylor has a say in."
Taylor looks down and smiles at me. We leave, giving the bakery employee a wad of a tip and going to our car. "I love how we agree baby, and if we don't, you always give me a chance."
"You did the same. I'm so happy we got red velvet. I love you for that!" I swing his hands and he nods. "And if I get a tie dye cake with seven layers, you'd be okay?" I shake my head with a laugh. I would definitely not.
1:02 pm
We're at a tuxedo wear house as Taylor and I wait up on some of our friends. I have a best man and three groomsmen while Taylor has the same amount.
"So I have Cammy, Nash, and Aaron." I tell Taylor my list of men. "And I have, Jack, Gil, and Carter." Taylor nods while looking at his group chat with those guys.
They finally arrive and we are welcomed into a separate room where we could have our own designer choose different tuxedos.
"We need to finalize a color, Taylor." That's an important factor so we can make sure people match and all of that what not. Our accessories, cake, and decoration depend on it. I don't think we're putting enough thought on that.
"You're too stressed over this. How 'bout I take you into the dressing room?" Taylor smirks
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Do You Mean It ☹ SHAYLOR (ALYLM contrast)
FanfictionA story in which Shawn and Taylor are best friends thinking they won't find anybody else, so they end up dating each other. But as always, conflict and screw ups on both ends always tear things apart. All these words but where are the meanings. Fe...
