This was your chance. All of the pieces were falling into place. The only thing you needed now was an excuse to follow her to the laundry room. Fortunately, you take a sniff of your shirt and realise that it's the perfect excuse in itself; Taylor wasn't the only one running around the stage in this blazing heat. You take the key to the room and make your way out with a nervous, yet hopeful spring in your step. As you approach the laundry room stairs, you trip over your shoelaces, falling the couple of feet left to the bottom. It wasn't anything serious, but in the moment after you let out a grunt of pain you hear Taylor's voice from the other side of the door.
"Is that you,(y/n)? You okay?"
An idea comes into your mind. "if I pretend to be unconscious, Taylor might have to give me the kiss of life!" You lay at the bottom of the stairs doing your best impression of a corpse, and hear the door open in front of you. In a panic, Taylor tries to shake you awake. After that doesn't work, she goes in for the CPR that she was trained to do in a first aid class that she insisted you both attend.
For the first time, your lips touch. Her signature red lipstick leaving the scent and taste of a fresh cherry. You take a deep breath, and sit up, acting as startled as possible. You decide that the best course of action is to use a line you've heard in every movie you've ever seen.
"How long was I out?"
"(y/n)! Thank God! What happened to you?"
"I tripped at the top of the stairs, after that I don't know what happened, I'm just glad you were here to save the day."
"Jesus (y/n), just don't scare me like that ever again, okay?"
"I promise."
You get up and rub your head, internally contemplating everything that has just happened. Still riding the high from moments ago, you snap back to reality and remember why you came here in the first place.
"did you manage to get everything washed?"
"yeah, the cycle just finished actually. I gotta dry these fuckers now."
"Need any help?" This was a golden opportunity. The laundry room looked as if it hadn't been used in years; there wasn't a soul in sight.
"Sure, the dryers are just over there I think."
You both enter the laundry room again, closing the door behind you. Once again, your hands brush together as you walk side by side to the dryers. On the outside, You're calm and comforting, but on the inside you're the most nervous you've ever been. Not even the headline shows you've directed came close.
It was almost too intense for you to handle, until Taylor slips on a bottle of laundry detergent, landing headfirst into the dryer.
"uh, (y/n)? I think I'm stuck..."
Now it was definitely too much to handle.
