Innocent {T.Swift x O.C}
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  • Reads 7,209
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  • Parts 13
  • Time 2h 13m
Ongoing, First published Nov 28, 2023
Mature
"Your string of lights is still bright to me."

A childhood friend turned to nobody. Eight years later time has a funny way of bringing two people back together when it's really meant to happen. 

Taylor Allison Swift is a pop star sensation. A, shall it be quoted, superstar. She's blowing up the charts single after single. Her business all over the internet. But since the VMAs of 2009 she can't get one person off her mind. Her childhood best friend August McDaine who she hasn't seen since that September night. Until both of them are met again several months after Taylor and alleged boyfriend Joe Alwyn break up for an after party of a premiere for August's famous director of a father.


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