The light wind sneak past her hair and make her bob sway lightly. Her posterior is almost freezing against the cool of the wet rocks, but it doesn't bother her in the slightest. Taylor is busy comparing the blues of their eyes, even when he's wearing shades, which is ridiculous. She needs to stop. Joe doesn't even know her. God, I hate him.
Tom is laughing at something she said, pouring another glass of Old Fashioned - yup, cocktail on the beach - as she pulls out her phone and leans into his neck, snapping a picture. But she shouldn't have bothered, for there were millions of snapshots by the time they went home together. Their arms wrapped around each other, his jacket over her shoulders, his mouth on hers. The headlines doubled over and an infinite thread of blogs publicized her latest rebound romance.
Just like she anticipated.
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FanfictionAll she wants is to have somewhat of a peaceful life but that's wishful thinking when you're a ten-time Grammy award winner. Taylor Swift's already drama-filled life gets more complicated as she searches for a way to get rid of her boyfriend of one...
