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Taylor's pov
My eyes fluttered open and I groaned, trying to adjust my eyes to the sudden light. I rolled over in my bed to check the clock, 8:13.
I ran my hands over my face before my eyes widened and I sat up in bed. I completely forgot there's a kid in my house right now.
I sighed before throwing the red duvet off of my body and slowly climbing out of bed. I walked to my bathroom, brushed my teeth and hair, and changed into some skinny jeans and a cropped red shirt.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen to quickly get breakfast started. I still wasn't sure what Elizabeth liked but she seems to not have tried a whole lot of different foods so I just made some French toast, eggs, and bacon.
As I made the food, I thought about everything that happened and what on earth I'm gonna do. I'd be crazy to even think about making her go back to that place, but I can't just let her stay here, can I?
I sighed angrily to myself as I thought, but the voice in my head was cut off when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs a few seconds before Elizabeth appeared in the kitchen.
"Hi." She greeted me shyly. I smiled at her softly, not wanting her to know about my internal freak out.
"Hey, sweetie. Breakfast is almost done, I just have to finish the eggs." She nodded at me and took a seat at the kitchen table.
I finished up the eggs quickly and gave her a plate: "thank you." She muttered quietly.
"No problem." I sat down with my plate as well. "So, I just realized I don't know that much about you." I said.
"What do you want to know?" She replied with a small smile.
"Hm, let me think." I clicked my tongue together in thought. "What's your middle name?"
"Marie." She replied and I nodded. "Okay, uh, favorite color?" I asked next. "Purple." She answered.
"Me too!" I smiled, glad we have something in common, even if it's something very small. "What's your favorite album of mine?"
"Uhm, Foklore." She replied, leaning back in her seat in a relaxing manner. Hopefully she's a little bit more comfortable now, I thought.
"Good choice, good choice. Do you have any other favorite singers?"
"Hm." She thought for a second. "Uh, I- I like Harry Styles too, and Olivia Rodrigo." She paused for a second, like she was worried I'd get upset at that answer. Probably 'cause Harry is an ex and people decided to start a rumor that Olivia and I have a huge fued, which isn't even true.
She noticed my calm demeanor so she kept going. "I also listen to One Direction sometimes, I also like Gracie Abrams and Sabrina Carpenter! And I listen to Ed Sheeran sometimes. That's all I can think of right now." She finished.
"All good choices." I replied and she smiled shyly.
"Dog person or cat person?" I asked next.
"Cat." She replied and I let out a breathe. "Good, there was a right answer to that, by the way. And you got it, so you're good." I nodded and she chuckled. I silently celebrated in my head. I got a laugh out of her!
"Okay, uh, do you have any questions for me?" I asked.
"Well, I pretty much know everything about you already." She shrugged. "Really?" I laughed.
"Yep." She said.
"Okay, then, what's my middle name?" I asked.
"Alison." She replied positively.
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The Archer~ Adopted By Taylor Swift
Fanfiction~I've been the archer, I've been the pray. Screaming who could ever leave me darling, but who could stay~ Elizabeth Matthews, a fourteen year old girl from Nashville, Tennessee, has bounced around from foster care to foster care from the age of five...
