Daylight - Taylor Swift

Chapter 10

September 28th, 2016

It was two and a half hours before Taylor's car pulled up to Cornelia Street, Jo could see the road from the rooftop balcony, thankful for Google Maps that had allowed her to get a good sense of where the signer was when Taylor had told the exit of the highway she was on.

In the time Jo had, she had been busy. She had gone to some craft store a couple blocks away and bought twinkle lights and scavenged around the apartment for blankets and pillows that wouldn't be ruined if placed on the roof for a short time. She strung the lights up over the table and chairs, glowing in the pre-sunset light.

When she heard the car door close, she peaked over and saw Taylor on the sidewalk approaching the door, calling, "Hey! Come up here!"

Taylor looked right up at her, shielded her eyes from the light to make sure it was Jo who was calling her and not a stalker who had broken in, and smiled weakly, "The roof?"

"No, the sky," Jo chuckled sarcastically, "Yes, the roof."

"Coming," Taylor laughed quietly, a moment later she popped through the metal door and gasped at what it opened to. She hadn't been expecting anything when she got back, at most she and Jo would argue about something and decide it wouldn't work and they were better off never speaking again.

But there were the lights, the table set up with food and drinks. There was even a bed shaped pile of... stuff on the ground that was lumpy and— Jo ran out of time but it's okay.

"What did you do?" Taylor asked, completely shocked by it all.

"I just wanted you to know I wasn't trying to make you feel like you weren't wanted, I was afraid that something like this would be too much and I didn't want to mess things up with you. Obviously I was wrong, and I know I can't take you to dinner so I brought dinner to you," Jo said, gesturing to the set up.

Taylor walked forward and immediately wrapped her arms around Jo's shoulders and held on tight, "You didn't have to do this."

"You came back, so," Jo hummed, letting her face go towards Taylor's neck to cherish the smell, feeling, everything.

Taylor was never one to pull away from a hug first, and neither was Jo, so they probably stood there for quite a while savouring the embrace. That was until Jo started to laugh and had to pull away.

"What?" Taylor smiled, seeing Jo's wide grin.

"I was waiting for you to pull away."

"Me too, I never pull away first," the blonde replied, Jo nodded along.

"I don't either," she began, "You never know how much someone needs that hug. My mom used to never let go first, so I don't."

"We're gonna have to sort that out," Taylor told her. She let Jo take her hand and lead her to the table, admiring all the lights and how the table was set up. It was over the top, and it seemed perfectly Jo.

The blonde sat down across from Josephine and sipped the cocktail glass in front of her, the robust flavour hitting her palate quickly. She let it roll off her tongue before taking another sip.

"Did you make this?" She questioned, it wasn't straight from her shelf. Jo hummed in acknowledgment, busy fixing one of the lights that had begun to fall off the makeshift frame above them.

A few minutes into eating, Jo cleared her throat softly as to signal a conversation to start and shuffled the napkin on her lap. She messily placed her fork and knife down on the side of her plate and said, "I've uh, I've always been one to admit my fault quickly. I'm just confused, this morning you made it seem like I was just a rebound to you and then now we're having dinner as a date and I'm not entirely sure where this is going."