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the roommate mix-up

Taylor wasn't having the college experience she'd hoped for. At first, she was excited. Excited to leave her boring little town and excited to meet her roommate at NYU. However that excitement quickly turned to frustration when she found herself in her dorm for the first time.

It had felt weird immediately. The dorm wasn't cozy, with fairy lights and throw pillows, how she imagined a girl dorm. The room was messy, walls plastered with posters of football players and the smell. God, the smell was absolutely not what a girl dorm would smell like.

Taylor quickly found out what happened. She was mistakingly signed as "Taylor Swift, male" in the housing system. After sleeping in a hotel and days of back and forth with the housing office, they told her there were no other available rooms. Her only option was to stay with her new roommate, Travis Kelce- a boy.

Travis, on the other hand wasn't any happier about the arrangement. He had expected a chill guy named Taylor to split the room with, not a girl who'd scold him for leaving dirty gym clothes on the floor.

From the moment Taylor walked in, they were at odds. She had long, blonde hair and dark blue eyes that could cut through steel, and a way of speaking that made Travis think she was always on the verge of scolding him.

Travis was used to his space and his freedom. A star athlete on the football team, he had a messy, lived-in style and wasn't used to share his space with anyone, let alone some girl who criticized him for his habits. Taylor was neat, organized, and always had her side of the room immaculate, with a whiteboard displaying her class schedule and reminders. It was like living with a drill sergeant.

"Travis, you seriously can't leave your crap everywhere," she snapped one morning after tripping over his sneakers. "I'm not gotta clean up again. I'm not your maid."

"And I'm not your mom," he retorted, not bothering to look up from his phone as he lounged on his bed. "Stop nagging me all the time blondie."

This was how it went, day in and day out. The constant sniping, the sarcastic remarks, the thinly veiled insults- it was exhausting. But beneath all that irritation was an undeniable tension that neither of them could quite put their finger on.

It didn't help that Taylor found herself staring at Travis more than she'd like to admit. She hated how her eyes seemed to wander to him after he came back from his workouts, his t-shirt clinging to his muscles, damp with sweat. She hated how her heart beat a little faster, when he smirked at her, that infuriatingly cocky grin that suggested he knew exactly what she was thinking. Taylor hated herself even more for wondering what it would be like to kiss him, just once, to wipe that smug look off his face.

Travis wasn't immune to the attraction either. Taylor had a fire in her that he couldn't ignore. She wasn't like the other girls he'd met- she didn't try to impress him or giggle at his jokes. Taylor challenged him, stood her ground and gave back as good as she got. He found himself looking at her when she wasn't paying attention. studying the curve of her lips or the way she'd chew on a pen when she was deep in thought. It drove him crazy.

One friday night, things reached a boiling point. Taylor had just returned from a night out with her friends, a little tipsy from a few too many drinks, and found Travis lounging on his bed, shirtless, his hair still damp from a shower. The blonde was tired, a little irritated and definitely not in the mood for his usual attitude.

"Seriously, Travis?" she muttered, kicking off her shoes. "Can't you at least pretend to care about being decent?"

Travis looked up, his expression amused. "What's the matter, Swift? Can't handle a little skin?"

She rolled her eyes but there was a flush on her cheeks that betrayed her. "You're unbelievable."

"So are you," she shot back, his voice lower, more serious. "You've been stomping around here like you own the place since day one. Maybe it's time someone put you in your place."