Carolina, Continued. (FLETCHER x Taylor Swift Caylor girlxgirl gxg Gaylor)

Facing Reality

I wake up to an empty bed once again. This time it's different though, I know she hasn't left. We spent the weekend together, besides when she had to work, of course. By Sunday, we flew to L.A., and she stayed the night at my house. I know this entire weekend has been a fantasy, and today we will have to face reality, we can't just keep pretending everything is okay.

I find it in myself to get out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I figure she is in the kitchen, a place where I have come to find out she spends quite a bit of time it. I navigate my way from my room the kitchen, and as predicted, she is there, cooking what seems to be breakfast.

"Good morning," I mumble, walking over to where she stands over the stove. I wrap my arms around her waist, resting my head on her back as she stays facing away from me.

"Good morning, lazy ass," she giggles, making me smile, "You woke up just in time, food is ready," she informs me, "There's some coffee for you over there," she points to the cup sitting next to my coffee maker.

"Thank you," I let go of her, walking over to grab the coffee she made for me. She divides the two plates she pulled out from the cupboard and heads to the dining room. I follow her, sitting down next to her at the table.

"Sleep well?" She asks, taking a bite of her food, and I do the same. 

"I've slept better this weekend than I have in months," I admit, taking another sip of my coffee. I love that she always cooks for me, it's really sweet.

"Me too," she nods in agreement. We eat our food fairly quickly, and I decide that we really do need to talk about things. We can't keep pretending everything is okay. We head to the living room after taking care of our plates and washing the dishes. We sit down on the couch, and I sit close to her, resting my head on her shoulder, as her arm wraps around me.

"Taylor?" I ask, almost nervous to bring this up. Our weekend has been great, and I have loved every second of being with her, but I know this isn't how things work for us. I know we have both been avoiding the reality of our situation. It's not perfect like this, we aren't even together. We haven't discussed a word about us.

"What's on your mind?" She asks, almost knowingly. She presses a kiss to the top of my head, and I reach for her hand, interlacing our fingers.

"I don't want to," I confess, "But, we should probably talk about this," I sigh, I don't want to ruin whatever this weekend was.

"I know," she admits, sighing as well, "What are your thoughts? I know where I stand," she questions, and I take a moment to think about it.

"I do love you," I inform her, saying the words I haven't been able to in months, "But all we do is hurt each other,"

"I told you, I can fix this," she reminds me of the words she said that night at the party. I sit up now, looking to her confused.

"I know you said that, but I don't know how you want to go about it," she looks to me, a smile on her face. I couldn't be more confused.

"Well, it's about time you ask for my idea," she jokes, letting out a light laugh. I can't help but smile to her, wanting her to explain, "We start over," she stands up from the couch now, and I stand up along with her. She begins walking around the house, collecting all of her things.

"What do you mean, start over?" I ask, even more confused now, "Are you leaving?" I wonder, feeling kind of upset. I didn't want her to leave.

"I am leaving, but I am picking you up at 7, so be ready," she smiles playfully to me, but this only brings more confusion.

"Do you have a meeting or something?" I question, not understanding why she would leave just to pick me up later.

"No," she clarifies, "I'm picking you up at 7 for our first date," her tone is more serious than playful now.