The Eras of Us | taylor swift

3 | so high school

unfortunately, you'll be seeing drew for a well... 

but, this chapter is full of high school cliche for tay tay and cameron ;)

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Somehow the date with Drew didn't turn out to be a bust, Cameron thought he was a good guy, he just wasn't really her type. Which was what she found herself complaining to Taylor about the Friday night after her first date... well... ever.

"And then he opened the door for me, which was super sweet, but I don't know, he's just not my type, you know?" Cameron laid on top of Taylor's bed, her head at the edge where Taylor's leaning against, playing with random chords on the guitar and jotting down words in her notebook every once in a while. Cameron sighed, and turned over so she could look at what Taylor was doing. "How's your week been?"

"Better," Taylor admitted. "You don't have to sneak out of the cafeteria to eat lunch with me everyday."

Cameron rolled her eyes, pulling herself off the bed and taking a seat besides her best friend. "Like I've told you every single day this week, there is nowhere else I would rather be. You're the only company I want with me at lunch. See, Addison is sweet, everyone else at that table? Really stupid. They are such a high school cliche."

"Are you not a cliche?" Taylor questioned teasingly, poking Cameron in the arm. "You're a cheerleader dating a football player, what could be more cliche then that?"

"We're not really dating, we're only going on our second date next tuesday."

"See, basically dating already. Next thing you know, you'll have your first kiss," there was a tone of bitterness in Taylor's voice, and if Cameron didn't know her best friend so well, she wouldn't have picked up on it. But the fact about a first kiss made Cameron froze. She tried to picture it, her and Drew, kissing after a date.

"I don't want Drew to be my first kiss," Cameron blurted out suddenly, and then blushed when Taylor turned to her with a look she cannot decipher. "I think I want to kiss him, but I don't want him to be my first kiss."

Taylor tilted her head in confusion, placing her guitar down beside her and turning to face Cameron. "So who do you want to kiss then? Evan?"

"Ew, you don't have the right to bring him up," Cameron protested, trying not to gag at the picture of Evan being her first kiss. There wasn't anything wrong with him, but he just really wasn't her type.

"You're always bringing him up, I thought you're secretly dating him at the side," Taylor teased, shifting so her knees touched Cameron's. The room suddenly felt hotter, and Cameron subconsciously unbuttoned the first button of her buttoned down shirt.

There's a tension in the air Cameron couldn't name, but she found herself drawn to Taylor as she uttered the words she knew might change them both forever. "I want my first kiss to be you."

They both froze, and Cameron wondered if she could invent a time machine to go back in time and eat up her own words before it could come out of her traitorous mouth. Taylor didn't say a word, and Cameron started to ramble, hoping to salvage what's left of her dignity. "I mean, I just know you so well, and I know I'm going to be comfortable if you were my first kiss. I feel like Drew is a random guy that I maybe like and he doesn't deserve to have my first kiss, you know? But you... well you're amazing but I totally understand if you don't want me to steal your first kiss cause you want to save it for the special someone or- hmp."

Cameron couldn't breathe.

Soft lips pressed tentatively against hers, and Cameron thought that if this is what heaven feels like, she would die over and over again just to feel it again. The kiss was soft, barely a peak, and Taylor pulled away too soon for Cameron to feel much else. Cameron raised her eyebrow challengingly when she noticed Taylor's flushed cheeks. "You called that a kiss?"