I Know Places (Taylor Swift Imagines) (GxG)

Time Can't Stop Me Quite Like You Did

Something similar to this was requested by labrastory on a recent imagine [i'm too lazy to check which one]

this isn't the exact plot, but it's the same in a few aspects

butch reader yayy!!

think 1989/rep taylor

You're studying in your room, music blasting, when your sister, Sabrina, practically kicks your door down and yells at you to turn it down.

You do so, but not without asking why.

"My tutor's here," she says, matter-of-factly, before rushing downstairs.

Without closing your door.

You go out into the hallway and flip her the bird before returning to your room and slamming the door shut.

A few hours later, when you've decided you're too lazy to finish that paper today, you stretch your arms over your head, shut your music off completely, and then head downstairs with your watered-down coffee.

Rain has begun to patter outside, and your forecast tells you there might be a storm coming within the next few hours. You have your fingers crossed that they'll suspend school tomorrow due to the incoming storm.

Sabrina and her tutor, Taylor, you think is her name, are both studying in the living room. As far as you know, Taylor's a junior in college, only a year younger than you, and Sabrina, a freshman in high school, had found her via a poster she'd hung up somewhere.

You throw your now-bland coffee down the drain and head for the coffee maker to brew yourself a new one.

You're scrolling mindlessly on your phone when you hear Taylor say, "Okay, let's take a quick break," then stand up.

Sabrina is on her phone instantly, probably chatting with that one guy she has a crush on. Meanwhile Taylor heads into the kitchen, a little trepidatious.

Sabrina had told her to get whatever she wanted from the fridge, but you know she doesn't believe that, more so now when she sees Post-Its stuck to almost every container of food with your names on them.

She grabs water and twists the cap open, the sound of the plastic tearing a little loud in the silent kitchen.

"Hi."

You look up at her, not expecting the sudden greeting. But you nod your head all the same and say hi back.

"I'm Taylor," she says, holding out an ink- and nail polish-stained hand.

You smirk slightly and take it. "Y/N."

"You're Sabrina's sister?" she asks softly, taking a sip of her water and setting it down on the marble counter you're both leaning against.

You nod.

"She's doing well," she remarks, "maybe she could work on her study habits, but other than that, she could be top of her class by the end of the year."

You nod again. "She gets the laziness from me," you comment softly, a grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

Taylor chuckles, a sound almost soft enough to get lost in the rain pit-pattering against the windows.

"She's mentioned you a few times," she says, tucking an errant strand of her blonde locks behind her ear. "Big sister studying ... what was it again? Literature?"

"Close. Creative Writing," you correct, taking a sip of your fresh brewed coffee. "Not that she cares much for it. Thinks it's a waste of time."

Taylor tilts her head, her hair falling to the side slightly. "Why does she think that?"