Call It What you Want • TAYLOR SWIFT X OC

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"For a while I wanted to be a drummer." Eva shrugged. She and Taylor were sitting the blondes sectional, Taylor sat on the end of it, the seat where you can put your feet up. And Eva layed with her head in Taylor's lap.

"Seriously?' Taylor titled her head, and took a bite of her homemade pizza. Well, it looked more like a hot pocket since it was rolled up, but pizza nonetheless.

"Yeah, I guess I just... lost the passion." Eva gazed up at the blonde who was watching and listening intently, she loved that about her, she always listened. Even if Eva was talking about the stupidest thing ever, so Eva made a silent promise to herself that she would always be there and listen to Taylor whenever she needed it.

"No specific reason? You just... stopped liking it?" Taylor asked, her electric blue eyes meeting the gaze of Eva's. Eva nodded, "...and I watched Whiplash." She added.

"What's that?"

Eva lifted her head up from Taylor's lap quickly and looked at her like she had just seen a ghost, "You've never seen Whiplash?!"

"Nooo?" Taylor shrugged dramatically and Eva sighed, "Where's the remote? I need to watch this movie with you right now!"

Taylor laughed as she watched Eva scramble around for the remote, minutes later, she finally found it in between a couch cushion. She quickly turned on the TV and opened Netflix, deciding not to say anything at how Taylor had a Netflix account for both of her cats.

"Sit back and relax," Eva said after searching only 3 letters and the movie came up. She settled back down on the couch and pressed play, resting her head in Taylor's lap again.

1 hour and 47 minutes later, the movie was over, and Eva, who was slightly sleepy, tilted her head up to look at Taylor. "What did you think?" She asked softly.

"I think if I had a concert to go to, and I got into a car accident, I would not go." Taylor looked down at Eva, and admired her now hooded eyes "But you don't get it! He loved drumming like you love songwriting and singing, he couldn't just not go."

"But come on," Taylor started, "if you get in a car accident and you just get up because you have to go to your drumming thingy, that's a little mental. Plus, if my music teacher threw a whole chair at me because I was drumming too slowly or quickly, I would just leave then and never come back."

"Yeah, you have a point. Teachers should never be violent to students. Whether it's making them better or not."

"So this is why you stopped wanting to drum?" Taylor questioned the brunette as she fidgeted with Eva's hand, which she had just noted had some tattoos she dismissed them as meaningless designs, specifically on her ring finger and thumb, she traced over them slowly with her index.

"Not really, I just... after my grandfather died, he was the one who taught me how to drum... I stopped."
"If you don't mind me asking..." Taylor hummed a bit, pulling the skin on Eva's thumb a bit, "how did he die?"

"Uh... old age." Eva lied. Her grandfather had died from lung cancer, and same with her grandmother, because they were smokers... another thing that was passed down to Eva.

Her older sister, Saviya, had started smoking first, which she picked up from their Dad, and he picked up from his parents. Then, Saviya had once let Eva try a cigarette, and another, and another, and then they smoked almost everyday out on the porch together.

Fast forward to when Eva was 18, she finally quit, and stayed clean all throughout acting school. Then she relapsed again at 22, and now she's 24, 2 years clean, and so was her sister.