The Eras of Us | taylor swift

11 | foolish one

might publish another chapter later, but for now we have this hehe

also i'm sorry that this is a lot of one-shots fluff (mostly), i swear there are going to be plot soon! (aka reputation we'll start to see more plot, but for now take the fluff. cause if you've read my other stuff, i am an evil angst writer if i really need to heh 😈)

anyways, i hope you enjoy! sorry for the long wait! 

lemme know what you think about it

~ kathy 

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"I love your girlfriend, she's so nice and cool," Taylor sighed as she slumped down on the couch. Cameron glanced over at her best friend, a pout on her lips. Lizzie was dragged out by Cameron's mom as soon as they entered her house and with a reassuring smile, Lizzie followed Madison into the car as they bonded over a shared love for movies.

"Go get your own girlfriend, I'm keeping this one," Cameron pouted, a small blush coloring her cheeks. Sometimes she still couldn't believe she could get a girlfriend like Lizzie, there had to be some miracle involved in this. Maybe she was a saint in her earlier life.

"Sorry babe, but I'm straight," Taylor sighed almost regretfully. "Plus I have a boyfriend."

Cameron raised an eyebrow as she watched the blonde move towards her so that she was draped across Cameron's lap. Cameron ran a hand through Taylor's hand almost instinctively. "Ah, you're still dating that Johnny guy?"

"John, yeah, what's with the tone?" Taylor glanced up at Cameron with a frown. "He's nice, he loves me, I love him. It's good, it's going well, why are you looking at me like that?"

Cameron looked at her best friend with skepticism. "You know, I searched him up for you when you said you started dating this famous guy. I just don't think he's right for you! I've read about all of the girls that came before you, I don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't get hurt," Taylor moved away and crossed her arms across her chest. "Why does everyone assume I'm this fragile human that can't handle a man? He loves me, what more do you need?"

"He's thirty-two," Cameron gave Taylor a pointed look. It wasn't like she doesn't support her best friend, but Taylor was only nineteen. Don't get her wrong, she loves Taylor, but sometimes she just wants to hit her best friend over the head with the thirteen years age gap between her and that sorry excuse of a man. "You're taking this love for thirteen too far. Thirteen year age gap is just too much."

"Like you're one to judge! Sandra Bullock is twenty-five years older than you!" Taylor complained, and Cameron raised an eyebrow again.

"So?"

"So it's basically the same thing!" Taylor exclaimed, and Cameron rolled her eyes.

"It is not the same. She's a celebrity crush, Even though I'm crushing on her there's no way we'll ever be together so it doesn't count," Cameron shrugged. "Just because you like Tim McGraw doesn't mean you have any chance with that man. Actually, with the way you're going maybe you will."

Taylor huffed. "Can't my best friend just be supportive?"

"With a guy like Johnny, no," Cameron glared at the blonde. "Get your shit together and run away. You should break up with him through a phone call, that will show him."

A pillow flew past her head, and Cameron gasped in offense.

"Oh, it is so on."

She grabbed the nearest pillow and flung it toward her best friend, who's eyes widened moments before the pillow hit her straight in the face. Taylor was quick to throw another one, but Cameron dogged out of the way with a cackle, before running, flinging another pillow towards her best friend. When they were both out of the pillow, Cameron tackled the blonde, the two of them falling towards the carpeted floor.