New Romantics

Chapter twelve

karlie sat there, cross-legged on the roof, still thinking about Taylor, about what she had said. What diary is this, and why does she talk so much about it? Does that means she has feelings for karlie? And what does she even write about it?

Well, time passed, and because of that karlie stood up, then headed back to the party. After wandering all the perimeters of the party in search of Taylor, karlie was already hopeless, thinking that the secretary was out of her reach, somewhere else, already at home.

Then she ran into a familiar face. Gigi looked stunning, a dress that defined her beautiful curves, heels that gleamed across the room. It was, so to speak, breathtaking.

"Something strange happened to- hm- to Taylor. Well, Taylor- she- she started talking about this diary and how I knew everything she felt about me and- well- I don't know any diary, much less the dark feelings behind that tough mask. Maybe it's the champagne's fault, she probably said unintentionally and-" karlie paused, studying her friend's features "what happened?"

"Nothing. Nothing no. Why do you think that? Absolutely nothing happened." She picked up a lock of hair and tangled it between her fingers, looking down.

"You're making that face! Gigi, spill it, what do you know?"

"Oh-hm-look, Taylor's over there, why don't you ask yourself?" She laughed awkwardly, causing karlie to look back.

"What are you talking about? Taylor's not here" but when she turned around, her friend had disappeared "Son of a bitch"

But then suddenly the lights went out, and the only things lit were the spotlights directed towards the stage. Pink, purple and blue neon lights twinkled as a pair of blue eyes grabbed the microphone and finished tuning a guitar.

"What the hell-"

"Good night people! My name is Taylor Swift, thank you so much for being here today" she gave a sweet smile, trying her best to not sound weak. "Well, my friend Phoebe, the good-natured singer over there, said that if I wanted to I would have complete freedom to sing something here, and well- there's something very important I would like to say to someone who doesn't yet know the impact she has in my life. This person has the most beautiful smile in the world, spreads warmth and joy like the sun. Someone I would drop everything and everyone at any time to help, to cuddle, or to just spend another 5 minutes looking at those beautiful freckles and soft lips. Someone who inspires my songs. Well, if you are that person, know that this one is for you"

She looked down, gulped and looked at the audience again, smiling as she found a pair of admiring green eyes looking in her direction, comforting her. Taylor placed her fingers on the strings and began to pluck, thus playing a harmonic melody that was pleasant to listen to.

This ain't for the best
My reputation's never been worse, so
You must like me for me
We can't make any promises
Now can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink

Dive bar on the East Side, where you at?
Phone lights up my nightstand in the black
Come here; you can meet me in the back
Dark jeans and your Nikes, look at you
Oh, damn, never seen that color blue
Just think of the fun things we could do
'Cause I like you

And when she sang this last verse, she could feel her boss' so famous smile warm the room like it was a super power.

This ain't for the best
My reputation's never been worse, so
You must like me for me
Yeah, I want you
We can't make any promises
Now can we, babe?
But you can make me a drink
Is it cool that I said all that?
Is it chill that you're in my head?
'Cause I know that it's delicate

Now it was Taylor who smiled, noticing that karlie was making some movements with her mouth, trying to say that the singer was also living in her head, rent free.

Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?
Isn't it?
Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it?
Isn't it delicate?
Third floor on the West Side, me and you
Handsome, you're a mansion with a view
Do the girls back home touch you like I do?
Long night with your hands up in my hair
Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs
Stay here, honey, I don't want to share
'Cause I like you

And everything was going well. At the end of the performance she looked at the dance floor and didn't see karlie there, along with the huge audience that gathered around the stage to honor Taylor's music. She started freaking out.

In the emotion of the moment, and dude the alcohol she had earlier ghat night, she thought the worst. She left because she thought the song was bad, because she doesn't like Taylor in the same way.

fuck it.

Taylor ran to the exit without looking back, tears starting to fill her eyes, fear starting to fill her lungs. She fucked everything. again.

until it started raining.