Infrunami - Taylor Swift x female OC

Chapter Seven

a/n: okay so in no way am I tryna make tom out to be a bad person. It's really just for the sake of this story line. He actually seems like a genuinely nice person from what I know, and i fucking love loki and every marvel movie ever made. With that, enjoy whatever this piece of shit is. Wrote it in the hospital, and it sucks. Next chapter will be better 🤞

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Fourk Kitchen, Lincoln, CA

November 29th, 2015

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Walking out of her locker room, Camila is greeted by a nice surprise. The last thing she expected after practice on a Tuesday afternoon was one of the most famous singers in the world standing awkwardly outside her locker room.

"Miss Davis." Taylor says with a smile as she pulls her into a hug before the brit can even react. "Miss Swift." She mumbles into the blonde girl's hair, arms wrapping around her lower back to bring her even closer. It's only been about a week and half since they saw each other, and they've texted at least once a day, but still, they've missed each other's company.

"I thought you went back to New York?" Taylor shrugs as she pulls away from the hug, her hands lingering on her friend's wrist before dropping back to her sides. "I did. And then I came back."

Camila chuckles, fixing the strap of her duffle bag to sit more comfortably on her shoulder. "No shit Sherlock. I meant, why are you back? You miss me that much?"

"Always. But that's not the main reason. I'm here because me and some friends are having dinner. And my boyfriend. Tom. I don't think you've met him." Camila is quiet for a moment before she nods and says, "Yeah. I haven't. And you haven't mentioned him." Something is different in her expression, but Taylor can't exactly put her finger on what that is.

They begin to walk back to the main part of the rink, both girls staying close together until someone else comes into the hallway. "He's an actor. He plays Loki in the marvel movies, and he's in a lot of other movies too."

Camila hums in understanding, opening the door to the main part of the ice rink for her friend as she says, "Jasper loves him. The character, not the actor." There's a slight bitterness in her tone that makes the singer frown, but the smile is back on her face when Camila clears her throat and says, "Anyway, I'm happy to see you Loreali. I had a great practice, Dalia went to daycare without crying this morning, and now I get to see you."

"I know. I saw your practice. Your coach said I couldn't come in at first, but then your teammate Georgie let me in." The brit scoffs, flipping off her teammates as they pass by them and walking out of the building with the singer by her side. "Yeah. He's a huge swiftie. Probably would've quit hockey if coach didn't let you in. Anyway, I'll get you a copy of my lanyard if you want it. You show it to the guards, they scan it, and then you can easily get into practices."

With a small smile, Taylor nods. "I'd like that. Will it get me into games for free too?" It's clear she's kidding, but Camila takes it seriously by saying, "You won't ever be able to get into games for free unless we're married."

The singer freezes for a second before jogging to catch up with her friend as they walk through the parking lot, both with a natural blush on their faces. "Well then," She starts, looking at her hand and taking off a paper ring she made this morning while in a boring meeting with her publicist. "will you marry me so I can get into hockey games for free for the rest of my life?"

"That's the best proposal you got, blondie?" Camila plays along, stopping at her car and leaning up against the driver door to look at her friend.

"I would get on one knee and put up some fairy lights if such a thing as paparazzi didn't exist." Taylor hushedly says, holding the paper object closer to the athlete.