taylor's daughter

part 3

charlotte

the concert ended and i have to say it was so fun. i had such a great time. pretty much as my mom exits the stage we are escorted out of the tent and backstage. i see my mom and pretty much run over to her and give her a big hug. no one really understands just how proud a daughter can be of her mom while watching her live her dream and also experience something she's been working so hard on for so long.

"good job mom, it was so great." i say happily

"aw thanks for saying that char." she says and hugs me again.

"i'm so proud of you." i say meaning every word. i know she adores it when someone says they're proud of her.

"oh god charlotte." she exclaims and fans her face to prevent herself from crying making me slightly laugh

i go back to my friends and we all get ready to leave for the party

we get into our car as my mom is in a different one

the party is about 20 minutes from the stadium, its downtown on a rooftop. should be really fun.

we get to the party and go up. everyone is mingling and having fun. once i see my mom get about two drinks in i know i'm in the clear to start myself. she is such a lightweight it's so funny.

my friends and i start drinking so i kinda stay clear of my mom for some time so she doesn't see. i'm already about 4 drinks deep, so i'm definitely feeling it.

"charlotte!" i hear a familiar voice yell so i spin around and see my mom. i quickly put my white claw behind my back.

"hey mom!" i express excitedly as i quickly realize i'm drunk with my mom.

"hey everyone!" she yells again and everyone looks at us.

"this is my little baby charlotte." she says hugging me with her drink in a hand

"and this is the best mom ever." i say loudly and almost hang on her as everyone smiles and laughs with us.

"ok everyone get back to the party." my mom says and people go back to what they were doing

"having fun my pretty girl." mom says and spins me around

"charlotte swift!" she expresses loudly

"what?" i ask innocently

"are you drinking?" she asks taking my drink

"only a little." i stumble with my words

"silly, you know you have to ask first." she says playfully pushing me

i go back to my friends and we have so much fun.

the drivers take us home after and my friends crash at my house for basically the rest of the weekend.

monday

we're back at school after such a fun weekend

"hey charlotte." a guy noah says to me as i'm standing at my locker. we aren't really friends but we're friendly with each other. he's a senior so that's why we don't really talk often. we snap but that's about it. i kinda keep my circle of friends and trusted people small as i know people will use me for loads of things. people say i'm quiet or even rude because i don't go out of my way to interact with people. i just like to keep to myself. my real friends know i'm more adventurous and outgoing when i'm comfortable around people.

"hey noah." i say. i've always thought he was so cute. he's really good at football and really hot. he's like 6'3, tan skin, light fluffy brown hair and bright blue eyes.