To say Summer 2016 was monumental for Taylor would be a massive understatement. She met the love of her life, feuded with pop culture's biggest power couple, ended two highly publicized romances, dismantled her "squad", and dealt with lots of family...
AN: highly recommend reading the end of chapter 13 for context! otherwise the beginning of this chapter might be a little confusing :)
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Shit!
FUCK!
Son of a bitch!
No, no, no, no, NO!
Dammit!
Now Joe's annoyed at me.
Ugh, and it's all my fault. As always.
Why the hell did I ignore all of those texts? Now he hates me and probably thinks I'm some stuck-up bitch that's too conceited to answer him.
God, I really screwed this one up! He's never gonna talk to me again. Damn, one of the least ostentatious friends I had....gone...just like that. Leave it to me to fuck up a perfectly good relationship.
Taylor slammed her pillow over her head and let out an aggravated groan in the name of frustration. She considered suffocating herself with the pillowcase, for a hot second, but decided against it, not wanting to give her mother the shock of her life. Waking up to her daughter's carcass was about the last thing that Andrea needed.
Taylor lazily rolled over onto her side, contemplating whether or not she should bother getting out of bed. It was 11:30 am in Nashville and she, as per usual, had no plans. Abigail was away on vacation with Matt and Lily was in Paris, watching Caleb's show. Nobody was around and it wasn't like Taylor could frolic about Nashville by herself either. She was still under strict instructions from 'Big Machine' and Tree to keep a low profile- meaning she couldn't run the risk of leaving home and getting papped.
Just as Taylor had committed to falling back asleep, upon discovery that there was no point in getting up, a loud knock on the door startled her. "Come in!" she grumbled.
It was Scott.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Taylor whined. "I was just about to go back to sleep."
Scott shuffled over to the foot of his daughter's bed. "I just wanted to make sure that you were alright," he murmured, carefully placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Oh, well I'm fine," Taylor lied.
Scott gave a weak smile, unimpressed by her answer. "I'm glad to hear that you're doing ~fine~, sweetheart, but I just heard you moaning and groaning and I thought otherwise."
Taylor rolled her eyes, and fought the urge to snicker at her dad's reference to "moaning and groaning." Unfortunately, this morning's moans didn't come from a place of pleasure-unlike those elicited the night of the dive bar.
"Sorry 'bout that," Taylor stammered. "I didn't think my voice carried that far. But really, honestly, I'm doing fine. I was just upset earlier about something that happened with a friend."
"You're allowed to talk to me about it, you know," Scott offered.
"I know...."
"Seriously. Even though you've been away from us for a while, doing all of that traveling and ermm partying......it doesn't mean that you can't come to Mom or I when you're upset. If you're going through something, talk to us. We miss you."
Taylor swallowed hard at her father's words. She hadn't fully realized how distant she had been from her family the past couple of months. She was so busy jetting across Europe with Tom and hosting ragers that she had put them on the back-burner.
"I'm sorry about the distance," Taylor mumbled, finally lifting her head off her pillow. "If you really want to hear about my current drama, I'd be more than happy to share."
"I'm all ears," Scott grinned.
Taylor smirked at her dad's appetite for gossip. "It's really nothing much....but basically I just started hanging out with a friend I met in L.A a while ago, and I've sorta been ghosting them since I landed in Nash," she divulged. "Now, they seem upset and I'm just annoyed that I messed things up with them because I really like....our friendship. They have to leave New York tomorrow, so I probably won't see them again. And I'm just sad about that- sad that it's ending."
Scott gave a sympathetic smile and adjusted his glasses. "Well, if you're that upset about losing this friendship, why don't you go back to New York and explain everything to them? It'd be silly to sit here and do nothing if you think this is something worth saving."
"You don't think that'd be weird?"
"How would it be weird?"
"I dunno."
"Well, then, text your friend and tell them that you've got a flight to catch."
"Okay..." Taylor said hesitantly. For the first time in three days, she was smiling. "I guess I'm really doing this. Thanks for the advice Dad."
"Anytime."
"I should probably tell Mom that I'm leaving," Taylor murmured, untangling her legs from her bed sheets.
"Before you go," Scott interjected, "I just want to know, who is this friend?"
