The Story Of Us

Chapter 41.

Happy 1989 (Taylor'sVersion)
Release week
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My 1989 vault ranking

1. Suburban Legends.
2. "Slut!"
3. now that we don't talk.
4. is it over now?
5. Say don't go

[Taylor]

I was lying on the couch with Leland trying his best to learn how to braid my hair. He was watching a YouTube video on how to do it. Since my version of 1989 was coming out at midnight tonight I decided to plan a little get-together with my family and friends for the album launch, I would often do this whatever album I put out, I would cook food and get a huge cake and we will sit down and listen to the album.

Leland had listened to the album numerous times already. He kept pulling on my hair trying his best to focus on the video in front of him and on my hair. I bit down on my lips, trying my best not to scream out. I felt like a little girl again getting my hair done before school, but this time was even worse than when my mom used to do it.

Leland have those giant man hands. His fingers wrapped around my hair. He pulled on my hair a little too hard which resulted in me, elbowing him in the stomach, making him stumble back. "Ok asshole, are you trying to braid my hair or are you trying to scab me?" I said getting up from the ground and fixing my light blue jeans.

He sat there on the floor with his legs wide open and his hair hanging down from his face, covering it making him look very mysterious and deep with mystery in his dark brown eyes.

He got up from the group standing over me like a towering giant, his face close to mine. I was a little intimidated by his build, but he has been going to the gym more. He was way more buff than before.

He planted a kiss on my forehead taking a finger and undoing the braid. "Just so you know. . . I'm bad at braiding hair, like actually! I can't do it with shit the most I can do is one little twist," I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "C'mon don't look at me like that."

I walked around the living room trying my best not to step over Halloween decorations. I don't even understand why I had so many decorations built up in the box for almost five years hidden away in a dusty closet.