Ruth Sadelle Alderson

The really shitty thing is that she wakes up hungover, but she wasn't so drunk that she doesn't remember calling Tyler, so she also has to wake up remembering that he hung up on her.

Taylor mopes around the house, goes to practice and puts up with the guys making fun of her hangover, and doesn't really start feeling better until after she takes a nap. She lies in bed for a while after she wakes up, thinking about it. Tyler is her best friend, he's hot enough that she would totally hit that, and she knows they can live together. She tries it out in her head, thinking about dating him and fucking him and living with him and marrying him so she would really be his wife. It's really good, like she could do that.

But he hung up on her, and if this really is her romcom ending, that probably means she has to do something that will get him back and/or show him she's serious. But that's never what happens. In all the movies (and they're not stupid, no matter what Marshy says), it's always the guy who makes the big gesture at the end. And they're hundreds of miles apart anyway.

Taylor can't quite believe she's doing this, but she thumbs her phone on and calls Marshy. He's probably the worst person to call for advice, but he brought it up in the first place and Jesse would just turn around and tell Tyler about it, so Marshy it is.

"You were right," she tells him when he picks up the phone. "He's totally the best friend. But he hung up on me, so I don't think he's going to make the whole romantic gesture, so I have to, but I don't know what because we're not even in the same state. What would work on you?"

"Naked pictures," Marshy says, "but I've actually dumped a girl by text so I think I'm the asshole, not the best friend." There's a pause, and then he says, "Oh, God, I'm the other best friend. The girl who gives advice, not the guy you're in love with."

Taylor dissolves into laughter, because he totally is.

"Laugh all you want," Marshy says, "but I'm not going shopping with you. I don't even want to be talking about this with you."

Taylor stops laughing and sighs. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Day off on Sunday. Get in your car on Sunday morning and drive up there. You can be back for practice on Monday."

"Oh," Taylor says, "that might work." She opens her laptop and pulls up the Phantoms' schedule. "They have a game on Sunday, but they're at home."

"Great," Marshy says. "Go watch him play, and then take off your shirt."

Taylor snorts. "I don't think that'll work, but at least I'll be there."