The Story of Us || Kaylor

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A/N: PLS THIS TOOK 2 MONTHS I AM SO SORRY YALL SHOULD NOT BE WAITING THIS LONG FOR A KAYLOR WATTPAD FIC

thank youuu so much for 7k reads, idk who still is reading this but i love you 💛💛

and yes, i posted 2 chapters bc i hate them both so hopefully you'll enjoy them :D kinda feeling like taylor when she drops 2 albums in the span of like 6 months.

also just saying i have literally no knowledge about big sur even though i don't even live that far from it (????) so yea the geography is probably suuuper off.

anyway, i really hope you enjoy :))) thank you thank you thank you sm for sticking with this story 

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🐚 Absent-mindedly making me want you  🐚

It should be illegal the way the California sun reflects off Karlie's sharp cheekbones and alights her face in a way that makes Taylor want to cry. The singer had urged Karlie to take off the top of her Range Rover, but if she'd known turning the car into a convertible would make her spontaneously combust, she would've bolted the roof down a million times with a drill.

"Shouldn't you be looking out the window and enjoying the view?" Karlie says, snapping Taylor back to reality.

"What do you mean? I am."

"Uh, no, you're staring at me."

Not helping.

"I'm not," Taylor shoots back almost defensively, turning away from Karlie in her seat because, yeah, she kind of was staring at her.

"You totally were," Karlie smirks, glancing over to catch the singer's glower.

Well it's not my fault you decided to come out of the womb looking like that. "I think you were just imagining it."

"Taylor, I can see out of the corner of my eye, you know. Honestly, you're not that discreet about it."

"Then your eyes must have some sort of dysfunction or something," Taylor denies with a smirk, keeping a casual tone. "You should probably make an appointment with a doctor if you wanna be safe about it."

Karlie just giggles, shaking her head and thankfully dropping the subject. Any longer denying her not-so-secret stare at the model's chiseled profile, Taylor might've just bolted out of the car, which probably wouldn't exactly help the problem since she'd be rolling 30 feet down a sandy hill and plunging into freezing cold waves.

They've hit the actual coastal area, already a breathtaking view even though they've only been on the road for nearly 2 hours. The first 70 minutes of the trip consisted of the usual teasing banter, the kind the singer could have for hours on end without getting annoyed.

But then the sun made the amazing decision of piercing through the clouds, somehow making Karlie look even more beautiful, alighting her face in a bath of gleaming daylight. Taylor had no choice but to fix her gaze on her profile in complete awe, unable to tear her eyes away, which apparently wasn't discreet enough.

Not even 24 hours in and she's already made a fool out of herself. Great job, Taylor. Keep up the hard work.

"Hey, do you mind if I change the music?" she asks after a few minutes of silence. "Not that I don't enjoy your great taste in obscure girl groups."

"It was a cheap album, okay? And I don't have a lot of downloaded music."

"Can't you just use Spotify?"