if this was a movie • taylor swift

Five.

One second Millie was walking down the hallway with her nose wrinkled as she was deep in thought, trying to remember where the closest bathroom was, and the next she was practically flying through the air, or really tripping over her own two feet, only to find herself bumping into a really warm, and really human form.

"Don't scream," said a voice. A voice she knew.

"Taylor?" Good God, this seemed unusual. Millie wasn't all that sure if she should be scared or not.

"We need to talk," Taylor said, removing her hand from Millie's arm. But she locked the door and stuffed the key in her pocket.

"Right now?" Millie asked. Her eyes eventually adjusted to the barely-lit room and she realized they were in the library. "In here?" And then another question popped out. "Alone?"

Taylor frowned. "What the hell do you think I pulled you in here for?"

Millie's jaw clenched. She hadn't truly thought anything dirty of it, but Taylor didn't need to make it seem like it would be an insult to be with her.

"Well, then, what is this about?" she demanded.

"What," Taylor demanded in return, "is going on?"

"What do you mean?" Millie asked, even though she knew very well what Taylor was referring to.

"Britney," Taylor spoke through gritted teeth.

"Britney?" Millie asked, trying to stall.

"Your advice," Taylor said, her eyes staring lasers into Millie's, "was terrible."

She was right, of course, but Millie had been hoping that she hadn't noticed.

"Right," Millie said, giving Taylor a cautious look as she crossed her arms. It wasn't a very welcoming stance, but Millie had to admit that Taylor did look good doing it.

And as she glanced tentatively at Taylor's beautiful face, she realized that Taylor probably didn't have very much experience with unreciprocated feelings. Really, what kind of person would say no to this woman?

Besides Britney. But she rejected everyone who asked. Taylor shouldn't take it personally.

"Camille?" Taylor mumbled, awaiting a response.

"Of course," she said, still avoiding giving an actual answer, wishing Taylor didn't seem so intimidating in the closed room. "Right. Right."

Taylor quirked a brow. "Right."

Millie swallowed. Taylor's tone was one that a mother would use when talking to a child she was waiting for answers from, as if Millie was slightly amusing but not all that important. Millie was very familiar with that tone. It was one her older sister used often when talking to their younger sisters.

Millie hated that tone.

But she continued nevertheless and said, "I agree that my plan didn't turn out to be the best idea, but honestly, I don't think anything else would have helped, either."

This was clearly not what Taylor wanted to hear. Millie cleared her throat. And then again. And again. "I'm really sorry," she tacked on, because she did actually feel bad, and apologies were usually good when you didn't know what to say. "But I really thought—"

"You told me," Taylor cut in, "that if I ignored Britney—"

"I didn't tell you to ignore her!"

"You definitely did."

"No. No, I did not. I told you to back off a little. To attempt to not be so obvious in your infatuation with her."