"Okay, sweetie-" Taylor rummages through her handbag, pulling out Jaime's airpods, and handing them to her. "If you wanna talk about anything, I'm here, okay?"
Jaime nods, trying to repress the shaking in her hands by shoving them in the pockets of her letterman jacket. Her anxiety attacks have grown less frequent as she went on the internet less, but she still suffered on the odd occasion that she did have one.
When Taylor first saw her arms, her shaking hands and the bags under her eyes when she got back from a trip for work, she nearly broke down. But she stayed strong, for Jaime. For her daughter.
Jaime is what you would call a troubled kid. Being the daughter of the most famous woman in the world is hard, but suffering from anxiety and depression at the same time? It's a miracle she's still alive.
She's what some people would call a 'repressed lesbian', as she is very queer but not out. Not to Taylor. The internet fantasizes about it, fantasizes about her sexuality and who she's dated behind closed doors and-
They're all wrong.
She's bisexual, never dated anybody. She would, but it's too hard to date a celebrity and dragging a normal person into her chaotic life isn't fair.
So at the ripe age of 19, she's never dated anybody. No shit.
Taylor is a great mother, always looking out for her and always making sure she's okay. Expressing her love for her, getting her help, giving her space, letting her do what she wants with her life.
Jaime loves Taylor, to the moon and to Saturn. Taylor is taking her to meet her opening act and close friend, Sabrina. She's seen performances and interviews, she's Jaime's age and absolutely fucking stunning.
Taylor always says she'll never stop touring, but how is she gonna keep having different opening acts? Kinda weird if you ask Jaime.
---
Holy mother fucking hot girl.
That's what flashes through Jaime's mind like a fucking firework. Right, Jaime swears a lot when she's nervous. And pretty girls is a very valid reason to be nervous!
"Er, hi- I'm Jaime," she awkwardly holds her hand out for Sabrina to shake.
"I'm Sabrina," the short blonde girl hesitantly shakes Jaime's hand, not so subtly looking her up and down, eyes lingering on specific spots. "Uhm. I'm really glad to be opening for Taylor, if you're- I mean like, it's a great opportunity and all and, uh-"
Jaime cocks her head at Sabrina. Woah. She'd never seen her like this, not on the internet or talking to guys or anything really. That's pretty wacko.
"Sick." Jaime simply says, leaning down to tie her converse shoelace. She wears baggy jeans, with a men's shirt and silver chain. She mainly wore that shit so she could basically scream 'I'm a girl kisser!' without screaming it.
Taylor had gone to the studio, leaving Sabrina and Jaime alone to get to know each other.
"So," Jaime says, leaning back on her chair. "How's... life?"
Sabrina laughs. She has a pretty laugh. "Pretty good. Opening for the most amazing artist of all time, so nothing can be exactly horrible, can it?"
"Nah. But everyone has shit going on, don't they? Like, obviously some aspects are gonna be good but that doesn't invalidate trauma or something," Jaime rambles.
"You think so? " The shorter one replies, a twinkle in her bright blue eyes.
"Well, yeah." Jaime drags a hand through her shaggy brunette wolf cut, basically getting lost in Sabrina's ocean eyes.
"You're... different. I don't know how, but you're already different than most of the people I've known my life and I don't even know you," the blonde says thoughtfully.
"Oh. Shit. Thanks, I uh-" Jaime tries to hide her blush. "Yeah."
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"I have dinner!" Taylor announces as she walks into the house, holding up takeaway bags.
"Oh, I'm not really hungry, but, uh-" Jaime thinks for a second. "Thanks for offering, mom."
Taylor frowns, worried. 'Are you sure?"
Sabrina notices the change in atmosphere, looking back and forth between them.
''Yeah, I'm sure."
Taylor's eyes scrunch with worry, but she doesn't say anything further. Not in the company of a guest, especially one that Jaime just met.
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The gears in Sabrina's mind are turning, she is beginning to piece together the puzzle pieces. While she can't see the full image, it's an ugly picture.
She analyses Jaime, watching her every move, trying to piece together her theory.
Jaime, gorgeous Jaime. Shaggy wolf cut just past her shoulders, baggy clothes, beaten up converse. Long sleeves, even though she's overheating. Flinching when she was offered food, avoiding Taylor's worried eyes.
Yeah, something's sketchy here.
Sabrina has to remind herself that this is not her business, no matter how she feels colour rising to her face when Jaime's hand brushes against hers, when she smiles at Sabrina when Taylor asks her to drive her home.
"I apologise in advance for my music taste," the taller girl says, opening Sabrina's car door for her.
"Charming," Sabrina comments. "You don't say, you don't listen to Taylor Swift?" She jokes.
"This may come as a shock, but no. I'm more into like... My Chemical Romance and stuff," Jaime replies, her charming smile making Sabrina's brain go all fuzzy.
"It suits... you," Sabrina gestures her hands towards Jaime's appearance.
Jaime flushes, looking down. She doesn't reply, instead walks towards the drivers seat and starts the car. It's a matte black dodge challenger, probably a gift from Taylor.
Jaime doesn't know what's happening, the very pretty very straight blonde girl is being nice to her, and she's kinda panicking. Since she got adopted by Taylor, she's travelled a lot and not had many opportunities for dating.
Once she kissed a girl, under the pier. She was a short blonde girl, and she was a good kisser. They didn't really get along though, and they never saw each other again.
Maybe Sabrina's different?
Maybe Sabrina's straight.
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Karma Is My Girlfriend
أدب الهواةWhat if Taylor Swift had a daughter? Jaime has been famous since before she was even born. But being the daughter of the most famous person in the world comes with it's downsides, as well as some positives. Such as meeting a certain pint-sized blon...
