I miss you, I'm sorry - Taylor Swift x OC

(1) dorothea

2008

[Dorothea by Taylor Swift]

"Hey, wait. Guys, we said we were gonna sit in the cafeteria for lunch today! I'm so tired of sitting in Abby's car, it smells like lake in there," Taylor groaned. Her best friend's car always smelled like mucky lake water, mostly because she'd been taking trips with her boyfriend of the month to go kayaking every weekend since they'd gotten together and forgot to take the soaking clothes from when she inevitably tipped over out of it.

"We're not, we're going to sit under the bleachers and watch the football team work out," Kara Coulson, who was more Abigail's friend than Taylor's, replied. She only had lunch with them occasionally, most days she was sitting in the music room with the teacher practicing for her shows on Friday nights at the café downtown.

School was an utter disappointment and Taylor couldn't wait for graduation that was coming up in a few months. Taylor had no interest in watching the football team having their lunchtime practice, but the music classroom was locked since Mr. Bradford had a department meeting on Tuesday's and she wasn't allowed to be in there by herself and it was social suicide to sit in the cafeteria alone.

"Neither of your boyfriends are even on the football team. Neither of them even go to this school," Taylor reminded them, slightly confused as to why they'd even bother. It felt kind of wrong, to ogle the boys while hidden under the bleachers where they couldn't see them.

"It's fine," Kara shrugged, shoving her book back into her backpack after she pulled out her brown bagged lunch and zipped the bag back up to sling it around her shoulder.

"That's the only reason we're even here, Tay. If they went here, we'd be with them," Abigail explained as they went down the hallway to the doors that led to the back field. The air was chilly, Christmas had come and gone a few weeks before but the sun was shining bright in the suburbs just outside Nashville that day and it was a comfortable twelve degrees with a sweater on.

"Good to know you'd ditch me in a heartbeat if someone with a dick wanted to sit with you," she sighed. They made it to the bleachers and she picked more at the sandwich her mother had made her that morning than she paid attention to the chatter.

It wasn't like she didn't like the football boys, but the last one she'd dated had broken her heart so badly that she didn't know if she'd ever recover.

"There you are," a new voice made Taylor's head snap up and find where it was coming from. The girl that had slipped under the bleachers with them looked identical to Kara, the same blue eyes, the same sandy hair, but her eyebrows furrowed differently. She wore a small ident from her dimple on the opposite side. Taylor knew that her friend had a twin, but she'd never actually seen them together.

She was sure that some of the times she'd thought she saw Kara in the hall she'd seen the other girl, but she never looked too closely. The other Coulson sister was stunning, she radiated a glow that Kara just didn't carry.

"What do you want?" Kara grumbled after giving the other girl a quick glance. They'd mutually agreed to never speak in school. They might have been twins but they didn't want people to think they weren't individual people. The girls parents had a hard enough time remembering that.

"Mom literally gave me a pack of raisins and an orange for lunch. You spot me five bucks so I can get some real food from the caf?" Taylor could hear giggling from behind the girl and looked back to see Audrey Wallace from her third period math class flirting with some boy who'd walked over on his water break.

She didn't know Audrey well, and she didn't know Audrey was friends with Kara's sister.

"I don't have any money," Kara answered, finishing off her own box of raisins. She was prepared enough to put together a real lunch the night before. Margaret only packed whatever she was bringing to work herself that day for whoever didn't pack one, which usually meant just Katie.