On the brink of being deported, Karlie turns to the powerful businesswoman, Taylor Swift, for help.
Guys I literally wrote this 6 years ago and had no idea what I was doing.
The next morning, Karlie wakes in a foreign place. This is certainly not her bedroom, she doesn't have enough money to make it look this extravagant. She turns to her side and sees another sleeping blonde passed out next to her. Curly blonde hair is covering her face and is spread over the pillow. Her shirt is bunched and the smallest bit of skin is showing in her midsection. Karlie is in awe over her beautiful morning appearance. She didn't thing anyone could look this adorable in the morning.
She laughs to herself and pulls the duvet back and climbs out of the king sized bed. Taylor was right, this bed is overly large. Even for two people now. She sighs and makes her way towards Taylor's modern bathroom. She guesses the only rooms not filled with antiques are the bathrooms and bedrooms.
She uses the toilet then washes her hands in the sink with lavender soap. Everything is clean and pristine. This shower has glass doors, Karlie has a simple shower curtain. These counter tops have granite, Karlie just has cheap tile. She could get used to living like this with Taylor.
She leaves the bathroom and takes one last look at the sleeping beauty in the bed. She walks down the stairs and into the kitchen. On her way, she notices movement in the corner. Her head immediately whips to the side, alarmed. She calms down when she sees a small white kitten standing in the corner, looking scared.
"Aw," Karlie walks over to the kitten and picks it up gently, "aren't you just the cutest." She remembers Taylor mentioning having two cats, but she wasn't expecting them to be this adorable. The kitten isn't wearing a collar so she'll have to wait for Taylor to wake up to learn its name.
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She continues her walk to the counter and sits on one of the white island chairs, holding the kitten in her lap. It is the smallest thing, she is afraid she might squish it. After a couple minutes of sitting with the kitten she decides to do something productive. She places the cat onto the counter top and walks over to the fridge. She pulls out a carton of eggs and searches through each cabinet to find a frying pan.
"Looking for something?" Taylor asks as she makes herself known in the kitchen.
"You're awake! I was going to make eggs for breakfast, do you want some?" Karlie asks, still searching for a frying pan.
"The cabinet to your left, bottom shelf, and yes I'll have one, please," Taylor watches Karlie pull the pan from the cabinet and place it on the stove. "I see you've found Olivia."
"That's such a cute name, she doesn't have a collar so I didn't know what to call her," Karlie takes a bowl out from the same cabinet.
"I only put it on her when she leaves the house. I usually call her Dibbles so you can use either name," Karlie stops her motion of putting the bowl down and looks at Taylor questioningly.
"Dibbles?"
"I think it suits her personality more than Olivia does. Not sure how that name popped up, though," she laughs at herself.
