My Friend Taylor

Chapter 7

Luna and Taylor had just finished clearing up their lunch and were setting down to sort through Luna's ask box together when the mail arrived. It had been two weeks since their meeting with Denise and Taylor was getting impatient, so she ran to the mailbox, the first thing Tshe noticed when she retrieved it was a letter addressed to her. She put the letter to the front of the pile and danced over to Luna, showing the letter off.

"Shall we see what this is then?" Taylor laughed, sitting back next to Luna. "Aw man, it said no. It says," Taylor cleared her throat as she made up what the letter said in her poshest voice, "Dear Miss Swift, we cannot possibly let you adopt Luna Smythe as she is too much of a problem child. She is always kicking up a fuss and beating people up, we cannot possibly let you take her on." Taylor couldn't finish as she found herself laughing along with Luna.

"Okay, who do I have to beat up to let me live with you then?" Luna joked, sending Taylor into even more laughter.

"They gave us the all clear, you can move in as soon as possible." Taylor managed to get out, calming down her laughter. Luna wrapped her arms tightly around the singer, squeezing her tighter and tighter.

"You're officially my crazy aunt Becky!" Luna smiled as she squeezed tighter.

"Can't... Breathe..." Taylor mustered out as Luna released her from her arms. "I'd go less on the crazy young lady." Taylor waved a finger at her and giggled.

"Okay then, my vodka aunt Becky, because you were the one to get my drunk for the first time." Luna laughed, remembering the night of the pizza and the cocktails with Karlie and Taylor. Taylor pretended to down an invisible shot as Luna laughed.

"So shall we sort out your ask box and start packing?" Taylor asked, pulling the laptop onto their laps. "We can keep this house, so we don't have to take everything. Just what you will need and things you want to take."

Luna and Taylor scrolled through the younger girls ask box, checking out posts that she'd asked to show her and deleting hateful things. Luna had turned anon off so wasn't getting as much hate as she was before, but there was the odd brave soul who would hate publically, so they deleted those messages and got on with their day.

"I really enjoy doing this, I do, but I think I should turn my ask box off for a bit." Luna said as they looked at the last message for the day. "I mean, this is fun but it's a little bit overwhelming right now. It's just going to get out of hand now that the adoption has come through and we start telling people."

"I agree." Taylor smiled, "Yeah, it's fun, but it is a bit much, we've been sat here for hours and we've only done a handful of what you've received." Luna clicked onto the settings and turned asks off.

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After reading through the rest of the messages Luna had received, the two girls finally decided to start packing. They began in Luna's bedroom, packing all of her belongings apart from a handful of things that Luna would rather leave behind, such as childhood memories and silly little things that she'd collected over the years.

They started in Luna's room, packing the majority of her wardrobe, leaving a few things for when they returned to the house. Taylor was stood by the wardrobe, passing clothes to Luna to pack away, and when they finished Taylor closed the closet door and she noticed the printed screenshots.

"Have you printed everything I've said to you on Tumblr and hung it on the wall?" Taylor asked, reading the posts.

"What? No. Why would I do that?" Luna scoffed, slightly embarrassed at the pictures on her walls.