One Shots - Taylor Swift

01 - Stepsister

A few years ago, when I was in school, my mother had died in a traffic accident. Although, well, that's not really important. To sum it all up, my father decided to marry a few months later a woman from the United States, this woman had a daughter named Taylor who was a few years older than me.

Taylor was a completely strange girl, or at least for me, because it seemed like everyone loved her. We didn't talk much, but we didn't talk very little either, we had times when we talked to each other all day long as we could go months without looking at each other. You could say that our relationship was even stranger than Taylor.

To tell the truth I couldn't say exactly what I feel for her, because I never really experienced very precise feelings regarding the blonde. Although I couldn't deny that I appreciated her quite a bit. I would never admit it out loud, obviously.

But, finally leaving aside talking about Taylor, it was a Friday night, I was in my room scrolling through Instagram posts lazily. At least tomorrow I wouldn't have classes, that was the best thing of all. I turned 18 a few days ago, so my parents had already started to bring up the topic of when I would be leaving the house, especially my stepmother. Which seemed hypocritical to me, since Taylor was twenty-four and I never heard her asked when she would be leaving.

Still, putting that topic aside, I could hear my father shouting from downstairs, letting me know that dinner was ready. I reluctantly turned off my cell phone, taking a few seconds before getting up and leaving my room. When I left, I set my sights on the door to my stepsister's room, but I didn't give it much thought and carefully walked down the stairs, walking to the main table of the house, where my father and stepmother were already sitting, waiting for me to eat.

I sat down in my seat and gave my father a slight smile before starting to eat with them in silence. Said silence was ended by my father in less than a minute.

—So, tell me, how are you handling it?— He asked with an understanding smile, while I frowned in confusion. How was I handling what?

—What?— With the confused tone in my voice, my father smiled a little more and took one of my hands.

—Well, your mother and I know that you love Taylor very much so...— He was interrupted by the lady next to him.

—We assumed that you would be affected by your sister's departure— He spoke with an expressionless face.

—Because of Taylor's departure? Which departure?— I asked, with the same confused tone in my voice, this time a smile that I could determine as malicious appeared on my stepmother's face.

—Oh, don't you know that Taylor is leaving the house tomorrow? She's packing her things in her room— I don't know why, but I could feel my face pale slightly. Taylor was leaving the house? It couldn't be true.

I got up from the table and without warning he led me upstairs, not realizing if they said anything to me or not for leaving. When I went up the stairs I went straight to Taylor's room. I opened the door without knocking, I stood in the doorway watching the blonde who was sitting on her bed, folding clothes and arranging them in a suitcase.

I looked at her for a few seconds, she only glanced at me once and continued with her thing, not paying me the slightest attention. I sighed annoyed and decided to walk into the room, closing the door behind me. I went to the bed, standing in front of Taylor, who still didn't look at me. I felt a slight helplessness inside me, so I took the open suitcase from one edge and pushed it aside, making her finally turn to look at me.

—What do you want? I'm busy, in case you don't notice— she told me with a serious face, before continuing with her task.

—You didn't tell me you were going to leave the house— I claimed with a very slight pout on my lips.