Tayvis One-Shots

prom

Travis's POV

It was just another Thursday at school, the halls buzzing with the usual chaos of lockers slamming, sneakers squeaking against the tile, and voices overlapping in a steady hum. I stood at my locker, fidgeting with the edges of a folded-up note in my hands. My palms were sweaty, and my heart was pounding like I'd just run suicides in gym class.

This was it.

I glanced down the hall, searching for her. There she was, Taylor Swift, walking toward her next class with her signature notebook in one hand and a textbook in the other. Her curls bounced with every step, and she was laughing at something her friend Abigail had said.

"Hey, Kelce," Jason's voice snapped me out of it. My older brother leaned casually against the locker beside mine, smirking. "You're gonna chicken out, aren't you?"

"No," I said, though my voice cracked a little. Jason raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

"You're holding a note, man," he teased. "What is this, middle school? Just go talk to her."

I scowled, shoving the note into my pocket. He wasn't wrong. But it wasn't like asking Taylor Swift to prom was an easy thing to do. She wasn't just another girl—she was her. The smartest, funniest, most effortlessly cool person in the school.

Before I could overthink it any more, I saw her heading in my direction, her long legs carrying her closer with every step.

Now or never.

I stepped into her path, my heart doing somersaults. "Hey, Taylor!"

She stopped, blinking up at me with those bright blue eyes of hers. "Hey, Travis. What's up?"

I cleared my throat, trying to play it cool. "Uh, so... prom's coming up, and I was wondering..."

Her friend Abigail raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips as she stepped aside, giving us space.

"...If you'd want to go with me?" I finished, feeling like I'd just thrown the words into the air and hoped they stuck.

Taylor's eyes widened, and for a split second, I thought I'd completely blown it. But then she smiled—this big, radiant smile that made my knees feel like jelly.

"Really?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Yeah," I said, scratching the back of my neck. "I mean, I think it'd be fun. No pressure or anything, but-"

"Travis," she interrupted, her smile turning into a laugh. "I'd love to go to prom with you."

I stared at her, trying to process what she'd just said. "Wait, really?"

"Yes, really!" she said, giggling. "I mean, I didn't have a date yet, and... yeah. I think it'd be fun too."

A grin broke out on my face, and I nodded, probably way too enthusiastically. "Cool. Awesome. Great."

"Great," she echoed, still smiling as the bell rang. "I'll see you later?"

"Yeah, totally," I said, stepping aside to let her pass.

As she walked away, Abigail shot me a thumbs-up over her shoulder, and Jason, who'd been watching from the sidelines, smirked and clapped me on the back.

"Smooth, little bro," he said, laughing.

For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop smiling. I was taking Taylor Swift to prom.

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The night of prom arrived faster than I could've imagined. The whole day felt like a blur, there were last-minute adjustments to my suit, my mom's excited ramblings about how proud she was, and then that moment when I stared at myself in the mirror, adjusting my tie for the hundredth time.