Match Maker | T. Swift x OC

Capítulo Cinco

Val is Mal's Dorothea frfr

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January, 2019

Mallory watched the raindrops race down the window pane, frowning any time two merged into one. She had nothing better to do. New York was boring when you had no one to hang out with. There was always contacting Valentine, but their friendship had long since set sail and crashed in the Bermuda Triangle.

Another option was hanging out with Taylor's friends, but Mallory wasn't sure how much they liked her since she was the reason their friend had been dropped. She could ask her friends to come to New York, but that wasn't going to work. August was always available, too. Bran wasn't more important than her sister, surely.

A sigh escaped Mallory's lips as she threw herself back onto her bed, staring up at the artificial bioluminescent stars that had been arranged into the Sagittarius constellation. Taylor's ceiling had been done similarly with the Pisces constellation.

Mallory was big on astrology (until it turned out that hers and Taylor's signs are not compatible on any level, now she chooses to ignore), and so she came up with the idea. Her ceiling had also now been painted dark blue and had white stars dotted around.

Pulling herself out of her daydream, Mallory rolled out of bed and trudged downstairs, mumbling a tune that was stuck in her head. She went to the kitchen and began making pancakes.

August came down not long after, followed by Gracie and Conan. Mallory looked up at her sister as they sat at the breakfast bar, "Nice hickey. Bran have a matching one?"

"You're disgusting," August rolled her eyes.

"You're in my house," Mallory countered, "Pancakes? There are blueberry, plain, and chocolate chip ones. Plus many other toppings... I got bored."

"Ooh, yes," August leaned over to grab one as Bran walked down.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Mallory whacked her hand with the spatula, pointing it at her threateningly, "You go last."

August frowned at her sister as Conan chuckled, filling his plate with blueberry pancakes. Gracie and Bran did the same, making August frown at the lack of her favourite breakfast. The singer noticed and cut off a piece of her remaining pancake.

She tapped August's thigh, making her turn to her and smile widely at the sight of the fork in front of her face. Gracie fed her the slice, making August blush deeply, chewing on the soft food.

Bran noticed and took August's hand, making her look at him, "Here, you can have mine. I'll get chocolate ones."

The eighteen-year-old looked between Gracie's frown (that she managed to hide well) and Bran's sleepy smile before grinning and kissing his cheek, "Thanks," They swapped plates and Bran got some more pancakes.

"Hey, Auggie?" Bran spoke in a lower whisper, "I love you."

August's lips twitched downwards in a smile at the words, "I love you too, Bran," She said back for the first time.

Breakfast had gone by quickly, due to August wanting to figure out what had caused Gracie's sudden hostility, and everyone left the kitchen. Mallory tidied up after the teens before Gracie, Bran, and Conan left the two sisters alone.

Mallory looked at August, trying to read her, before breaking out into a grin, "You know, I also had a boyfriend when I was fourteen. He made me feel better and gave me the male validation I thought I needed."

The teen furrowed her eyebrows, "You guys don't like Bran because you think I'm getting male validation from him?"

"No, we hate him because he's a pretentious cunt," Mallory cleared her throat, "I mean, did you see what he tweeted in 2016?"