delicate (tayvis one shots)

the dance, the music

The last bell of the day rang, signaling the end of classes at Ridgeway High. Taylor Swift, a senior with a passion for music and a love for writing, gathered her things and headed out of her English class. She was excited for the evening ahead—a school dance that she was eagerly anticipating. But first, she needed to grab a few things from her locker.

As she walked down the hall, she saw Travis Kelce, the school's star football player, leaning against his locker. His reputation preceded him—he was charming, talented, and had a reputation for being a bit of a flirt. Taylor had always admired him from afar but never really interacted with him beyond polite smiles and brief conversations in passing.

Travis caught sight of Taylor and, with a confident grin, pushed himself off the locker and approached her. "Hey, Taylor! Got a minute?"

Taylor blinked, slightly surprised by his approach. "Uh, sure. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you'd be interested in grabbing a coffee after school. I heard you're pretty into music. Thought it might be fun to chat," he said, his tone casual but inviting.

Taylor hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "That sounds nice. I'm actually headed to the dance later, but I could use a break. Where do you want to go?"

"There's this cool little café down the street," Travis suggested. "It's quiet, and the coffee's pretty good."

"Sounds perfect," Taylor agreed.

(...)

Later that afternoon, Taylor met Travis at the café. The place had a cozy atmosphere with soft lighting and a selection of comfortable booths. They settled into a corner booth, each with a steaming cup of coffee.

As they sipped their drinks, Taylor couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Travis was as charming as she had heard, and she found herself wondering what he was really like behind the football star facade.

"So, what's your story?" Taylor asked, trying to break the ice.

Travis grinned. "Well, you already know the football stuff. But beyond that, I love hanging out with friends, playing guitar, and trying to figure out where I'm going after graduation."

Taylor's eyes lit up at the mention of guitar. "You play guitar? That's awesome. I'm really into music too. I write my own songs and perform at local gigs."

Travis looked genuinely interested. "No way! That's really cool. I've always thought it would be great to learn more about songwriting. Maybe you could teach me some time?"

Taylor laughed, feeling more at ease. "I'd love to. It's a lot of fun. So, what about you? Any plans for after high school?"

"I'm thinking about playing football in college, but I've also been looking at other options," Travis said thoughtfully. "I guess I'm still figuring it out."

Their conversation flowed naturally, with Taylor and Travis sharing stories about their lives, their dreams, and their favorite things. They talked about everything from Taylor's songwriting process to Travis's love for sports. As the evening wore on, they found themselves deeply engaged in conversation, the world outside the café seeming to fade away.

(...)

As they finished their coffee and prepared to leave, Travis looked at Taylor with a soft smile. "I'm really glad we did this. It's nice to talk about things that matter, you know?"

Taylor nodded, her heart warmed by his sincerity. "I'm glad too. It's been really nice getting to know you better."

They walked out of the café together, and Travis offered to walk Taylor to her car. The night was crisp, and the stars were beginning to twinkle above them.

"So, I guess I'll see you at the dance?" Travis asked, his tone playful.

"Definitely," Taylor replied, smiling. "I'll be the one on stage performing, so make sure to come by and say hi."

"I wouldn't miss it," Travis said with a grin. "And maybe we can do this again sometime. I'd like to keep talking, if that's okay with you."

Taylor's heart fluttered at his words. "I'd like that. A lot."

As they said their goodbyes, Travis watched as Taylor drove away, feeling a sense of excitement about what the future might hold. Taylor, on the other hand, felt a new connection forming, one that was both thrilling and comforting.

The school dance that night was filled with laughter and music, but Taylor and Travis kept stealing glances at each other from across the room. As the evening progressed, they found themselves drawn together once again, their conversation picking up where it had left off.

The night ended with a slow dance, and as they swayed together, their connection deepened. The music played softly in the background, but for Taylor and Travis, the night was about more than just the dance—it was about discovering something real and meaningful in each other's company.

As they walked home that night, hand in hand, both Taylor and Travis knew that their late-night conversations were just the beginning of something special. They had found a bond that went beyond the superficial, one that promised to grow stronger with each passing day.

this one is a smaller one cuz i think i'm running out of ideas :( any suggestions??

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