So High School | T. Swift x OC

nine

Eliot and Taylor decided to take a walk after breakfast, eager to enjoy the crisp morning air and the sense of freedom that came with it. The neighbourhood was quiet, the sun casting a gentle glow over the streets and tree-lined paths. They strolled hand-in-hand, savouring the simplicity of their time together.

As they wandered deeper into the park, Taylor suddenly stopped and turned to face Eliot, her expression serious. "I don't want to hide this," she said, her voice steady. "Whatever this is- whatever we are. I spent six years wishing I could tell anyone and everyone that I loved Joe, just for him to cower away at any question regarding me. I don't want to go through that again."

Eliot looked at her, a grin spreading across his face. "Good," he said, his eyes warm and sincere. "Because I want to show you off."

Taylor's face lit up with a smile, relief and joy mingling in her eyes. She reached up to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, feeling an overwhelming sense of rightness about this moment. They resumed their walk, the heaviness of the conversation lifting as they continued hand-in-hand.

As they neared the centre of the park, a young fan of Eliot's approached them, eyes wide with excitement. "McAddams! Can you sign my shirt?" the fan asked, holding out a sharpie and practically bouncing on their toes.

Eliot laughed, clearly delighted by the request. "Of course," he said, taking the sharpie and signing the shirt with a flourish. The fan beamed, thanking him profusely before hurrying off to show their friends.

With the fan gone, Eliot took Taylor's hand again, and they continued their walk. Taylor looked up at him with a playful grin. "Will you sign my T-shirt, McAddams?" she asked, teasingly.

Eliot chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Only if you'll sign mine, Taylor Swift."

They shared a laugh, the playful banter bringing them even closer. As they walked, they talked about everything and nothing, their conversation flowing easily. They spoke of future plans, their favourite places, and shared little anecdotes from their pasts. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them and the path ahead.

After a while, they found a bench under a large oak tree and decided to sit down. Taylor leaned her head on Eliot's shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her, drawing her close. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, simply enjoying the peaceful surroundings and each other's presence.

"I can't believe how easy this feels," Taylor murmured after a while, her eyes closed as she savoured the moment.

"Me neither," Eliot replied softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

They eventually got up and continued their walk, the sun climbing higher in the sky and casting dappled shadows on the path.

When Eliot and Taylor returned home after their walk, Eliot had his arm draped around her shoulder. He pushed the door open, and they stepped inside, the comforting warmth of the house enveloping them. They took off their shoes, placing them neatly by the entrance, and walked toward the living room.

Eliot's eyes widened at the sight that greeted them. His parents, Kelly and Rod McAddams, were sitting on the couch, looking as though they had just arrived. Eliot's heart skipped a beat, and he let go of Taylor's hand, rushing to embrace his parents.

"Mom! Dad!" he exclaimed, hugging them tightly. Taylor watched with a grin, seeing the genuine love and affection Eliot had for his parents.

Rod McAddams, tall and still exuding the charisma of his modelling and music days, pulled away slightly from the hug, his eyes twinkling. "Are you going to introduce us to your friend?" he asked, a teasing note in his voice.