the stars in your eyes | t.s. one shots

out of nowhere

would have gotten this out way sooner but then i spontaneously attended lollapalooza because i missed gracie abrams so diabolically badly and then i got jumbotroned twice when i was at graciecade <3 and it was truly the best day ever <3 also my writing inspo has been like so low lately <3 so pls forgive me for this taking so long <3

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"kinda hot but kinda terrifying
just my luck, everyone's watching us"
'out of nowhere' - gracie abrams

There's a haze covering the room, smelling of sweat and alcohol, a hint of weed breaking through every now and then. All good parties have that. This is one of the best parties that she's been to in a long time. Or, at least, it's one of the best reasons that she's had to celebrate.

She's sitting on Travis Kelce's lap. He has a beer in one hand, his other wrapped around her waist. Every now and then, he leans down, presses a kiss to the top of her head. They've been talking for two months now, and officially dating for one. Today was the first time she came to one of his games, and it was just the most perfect day. She spent the afternoon in his private box at Arrowhead Stadium, hanging out with his friends and family, a vodka cran in her hand. She fit in with all of them perfectly- got on great with his mom from the moment she met him, chest bumped his friends when he scored a touchdown.

That's why they're celebrating. He rented out the entire rooftop of a fancy cocktail bar in Kansas City for all of his people to come and celebrate. She's the most important of everyone- they all know it. His mom can tell in the way that Travis looks at Taylor. His teammates can tell by the way he's been glued to her side the whole night, making sure she always has a drink and a smile on her face. He doesn't even step outside to smoke a joint when some of the guys offer him one. He doesn't want to leave his girl alone in a room full of people she's only just met.

Not a single bit of it is going unnoticed by Taylor. It's been a long time since she's felt this way. That makes her stomach twist. Back in June, she'd laid out plans for her entire year, for time spent with her friends, relishing in being single. Lots of her girlfriends were single too- they were going to celebrate that.

Only a few weeks later, Selena called to gush over the guy she had been on a date with- and Taylor watched as her best friend fell hard and fast. Still, that was Selena- Taylor had resigned herself to a life far different from the blissful love that the other woman was finding.

Then, there was the tarot cards. It's not the sort of thing she usually buys into. Maybe she was subconsciously looking for a push, a reason to take a leap. When Marielle pulled that card and the eight of wands stared up at her, when Marielle said that it symbolized "swift movement," Taylor just took it as a sign, a sort of divine intervention. Thinking he'd be nothing more than a hookup, she'd reached out to Travis that night. As fate would have it- the cards don't lie- he swiftly ruined every plan she had made for the rest of her year.

That's how she ended up in Kansas City on her weekend off of tour. How she ended up here, in the arms of this football player, who might be the best man that she's ever met. It was just so nowhere.

As the night goes on, she reaches that perfect point of drunk, where everything just feels euphoric- without feeling out of control or like you're going to experience the worst hangover of your life tomorrow.

Travis's arm is thrown around her neck and she reaches up, grabbing at his fingers. Then, she turns her head and presses a kiss to his thumb. "Hey," he says to her with a laugh, "how you doing?"