She smirks, taking my free hand in hers, acting like she's kissing it. "You're very welcome, Nowak." She makes my last name so sexy. Lord, she's torturing me.
My blush is very apparent when we arrive in front of the burger joint, Bunz. I love Bunz. Anyways, I park in a nearby lot, and we walk up to the building, laughing about what my face looked like when she did that.
For some reason, I'm incredibly irked by it. I became so brittle-boned when she did that, like my bones could break in half. Oh well.
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Taylor's POV
Here we go again.
I smirk to myself, grabbing her hand that is not on the steering wheel, and act as if I was kissing it. I felt the need to, for some reason, but I held myself against it. "You're very welcome, Nowak." I say, very seductively.
She instantly blushes. God, I love having that effect on people.
Ellie is incredibly sweet. She looks so angelic, compared to my I'm-at-my-first-rodeo inspired outfit. The way her hair sits, the way her eyes glimmer when the light hits them, ffuucckk.
Mind that, her hands park the car in a lot close to the place. I'm hoping I don't get recognized, and fortunately the place is close to deserted, except for the elderly couple and college students.
As we walk in, we order our food and sit down at a corner table. Our conversation is basically unlimited. She talks about her teaching, and I talk about what songwriting and performing feels like. We both share hilarious stories with people in our life. I forgot what it felt like to feel like a normal person conversing with another normal person, especially since she isn't treating me any differently.
We get our food, still chatting. I love it when she reaches her hand out to grab my arm when she laughs. Her teeth showing from her large grins.
I forget what we were talking about, or what I said, but somehow the topic of her ex-boyfriend comes up. Surprisingly, she doesn't really change her mood. She's still the cheery girl I met at Target. But for whatever reason, the topic of her ex-boyfriend confuses me. Was she straight?
I don't know what I am, honestly. I've only ever openly dated boys before. Sure, I flirt with women, and I have hooked up with just a couple girls... I believe I am bicurious. I'm not sure that I could have a stable, healthy relationship with a woman nor do I feel like the term "bisexual" would even fit me. I'm just testing things out, I guess.
I assume that Ellie is straight since she talks about her past relationships. That bugs me. I don't know why.
After we finish eating, we go to the nearest mall. It's around 7 by the time we finish shopping. It's a Saturday night, so I want to have some fun.
"Do you want to go to a bar?" I ask her as we load our bags into her car.
"Shit, sure. I feel like getting drunk." She rubs her temple with one hand and the other shuts the trunk. "There's one about 10 minutes away." We get into her car, heading over to the bar immediately.
As we arrive, we instantly go for the stools, getting very drunk. Best part is, we're both sloppy drunks. We end up getting kicked out because we were laughing too loudly at secrets that were keeping to ourselves.
We order an uber since we're too drunk to drive, and we first go to my hotel room. We try to sober up some, but that's the opposite of what happens at the end.
Now, what happens next, is completely a secret and hopefully will stay between me and her.
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Ellie's POV
I woke up in a foreign room. Taylor's next to me, asleep, breathing slowly. We're both in just our underwear and bra. Shit. I find my clothes and walk out of her hotel room, beginning to have a mental breakdown as I wait for an uber.
How did this happen? I'm not a lesbian! And God, if you can hear me, please tell me this is for the better and Taylor won't write a song about me. I hope this is what she wanted, to use me like a toy then break me.
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FanficYou run into a tall woman in your favorite store, Super Target. Her sunglasses fall down and a lens pops out. You curse yourself as you pick them up, slowly getting back on your feet, revealing the one and only Taylor Swift.