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

(8) Wishful Thinking

2012

[Wishful Thinking by Gracie Abrams]

Katie was sitting in the living room of her and Audrey's shared apartment. Realistically, she could have gotten a better or larger space. She didn't need a roommate, she didn't need to live in that part of Los Angeles, but she did.

She dropped everything, paid some people to pack it all up and ship it to LA because she could not stay in that apartment one second longer. Haunted by the memories, by the invasion of privacy. She needed out and she needed out quickly, before the destruction of life as she knew it consumed her entire being.

Her plants didn't all fit, and even if they had, Audrey's dogs were either pissing on them or biting off leaves and branches. She couldn't get a moment of piece when Audrey wasn't home, the dogs were stuck to her side. She had never had a pet. Sure, Taylor had gotten a cat but she never really saw Meredith when she was there. The only time she ever really got to interact with her was when she was pulling her off the slightly older blonde because Meredith had attempted to commit murder of her owner in a sneak attack or two.

Katie had her head on Audrey's shoulder, both of them watching the tv screen that was playing a rerun of that courtroom show Audrey made fun of. Katie was consumed by the grief of her relationship, only a week and a half having passed since she had walked into her apartment and had her relationship ripped from her hands unexpectedly.

"When did you get cuddly?" Audrey asked, because it was strange to her that Katie moved to New York for a year and came back so different than how she had left.

"When I realized human touch gives me dopamine," Katie admitted casually, still focused on the screen in front of her more than Audrey's question, "I should get a job. I could play a courtroom TV judge."

"I think they're real judges," Audrey said with a laugh, "You don't need a job. Heal a little first, Kate. The last thing we need is another two years of you complaining about how much you miss her."

"I need a job to support your magazine addiction."

"Half of them have you on the cover," Audrey teased, "Pretty steamy stuff, y'know? Looked like a lot of tongue."

"Shut up," Katie groaned, her bottom lip extending out with disapproval. Audrey laughed at her, swearing she wasn't actually making fun of Katie for what her neighbour had caught with the heavy zoom lens.

"Okay, get off me. You're super warm, I feel like I'm going to spontaneously combust," Audrey nudged the actress off of her, especially getting rid of the blanket that Katie insisted on clutching in the sticky August weather.

"No," Katie whined, but she flopped herself to the other side of the sofa with defeat and turned her head to look up at the drop-down ceiling that reminded her of a classroom, "Audrey?"

"Katherine," Audrey hummed.

"Audrey Wallace?"

"Katherine Coulson, what do you want from me now?"

"Do you remember the time at that party where you made out with Abigail Anderson?" Katie cracked a mischievous smile towards her best friend.

"Uh-huh," the college student nodded, "She kissed weird, but that might have just been the alcohol."

"You made out with a girl," Katie chimed in a sing-song tone. Audrey glared at her, raising her middle finger towards the Sagittarius with annoyance.

"At least I didn't fuck Robert Pattinson."

"I did not!" Katie gasped, horrified at the thought of it.

"I saw the hickey!"

"That wasn't from him!" Katie replied sharply. Never, ever, no. The dude was in Twilight, she hated kissing him in the movie they filmed together and that was literally her job.