Baby Blue || Taylor Swift

Chapter 3

[A:N: Happy Thursday, babes <3

Love,
-T]

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"-I swear, Abby! She was so perfect!! Her eyes were shining, her smile was so beautiful— FUCK, all about her is beautiful!!! I swore at that one point where she called me cute little nicknames like she used to, I melted!!!! Right on the spot!!!!! I-"

"Tay, slow down," Abigail laughed from the other line, then continued, "Just make sure to not get your heart broken again, alright. And tell me all the details about this 'date'" Taylor could practically hear the smirk on her voice, so she scoffed.

"Okay, first of all, no one will break anyone's heart. I highly doubt that she ever knew I liked her anyway, and she also probably doesn't feel the same. And secondly, it's not a date" Taylor grumbled, toying her short hair on the side of her face, twirling it.

"It does sound like you wanted it to be one. And besides, who even takes you on their secret hiding place on their first meet-up?" Abby playfully scoffed. It did made sense, who does that?

"Technically, we've known each other since we're children! And again, it's not a date!!" Taylor grunted, insisting whilst hearing Abigail's laughter from the other line.

"Stop laughing, it's not funny" Taylor whined, making Abby laugh even more.

"This is actually so funny, Tay. This is the first time I hear you this lovesick! This is priceless!! And I still can't believe that a paps found you having a lil' date with the love of your life" Abby continued on laughing, she knew she was going to piss off Taylor by teasing her even more. And it had reached Taylor's limit, pressing the end button, cutting the other line off.

Taylor silently chuckled, putting her phone down on her nightstand. She then pushed her back on her bed, then grabbing a pillow and burying her face with it while a certain British woman lingered on her mind, recalling moments that they had shared earlier. She was glad that Abby was there so she could talk shit about all her problems, to take her mind off things.

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It had been minutes ever since they arrived at the cliff, Taylor sat beside Blake on the short cemented fence.

It was quiet but comforting. And Taylor didn't even realize that her hand was closely touching Blake's on the small gap between the two of them. She felt Blake's gaze on her, then she moved her gaze that once settled on the view to their hands, making her face grow hot. She silently smiled, masking the nervousness that had been evident on her face. Thankful, that the darkness of the night was on them, it wasn't visible; her flushed face, her dark eyes that screamed yearning. Wanting. Lustful, even.

However, it was too awfully quiet and silent that you can practically hear the wind swinging on their ears. What made Taylor really nervous is that she can still practically hear her own heart beating loudly, praying that the brunette couldn't hear it.

Until she felt a hand on her own, realizing it was Blake's, her gaze moved to Blake's gorgeous face, making the other woman smile sweetly and oh-so-innocently.

Blake intertwined their hands, then scooted over to Taylor, closing the small gap between their hips.

"You really are still you, Tay..," Blake murmured, her voice was full of relief.

"I missed you dearly. And you actually still remember me, I was bloody panicking" Blake continued, laughing at herself.

"Well, you are pretty memorable if I do say so myself" Taylor boldly replied, replying with the same tone but with a little humor in it.