"Sam! Samantha! Are you even listening to me?!" I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water from the fridge as Taylor yelled at me once again. "Kinda hard not to. Taylor, dogs can hear you at this point." I rolled my eyes back in my head and she grunted, "Of course dogs can hear me! And they are listening better than you are!"
"God Taylor would you relax? It was one time. geez." I breathed out in annoyance and she clenched her teeth shut tight. "God Samantha this is the 3rd time this week! But not only did you disappear, you didn't come home at night! Don't you dare tell me to relax!"
So let me catch you up here. Meet Taylor Swift, world famous super-star. You guys I am sure love her, right? Why else would you be here? Well let me tell you, it's not as great as you think. All she does is go to her stupid concerts on this stupid tour. I've been crashing with Taylor for a year now. She has one more show until the Speak Now tour is finally over and we get to go home to L.A. where I started with Taylor. Taylor is freaking out because last night I left during her show because it was boring as hell. I went to the Oxygen club and got drunk off my ass and like always I had ever since I was 13. It's currently November 21, 2011. My father died when I was 11, back in 2007 on May 24. I was born on December 2, 1995. Okay, enough with the boring stuff. Back to why we are fighting. Yeah I went to the club, yada yada...fast forward a good hour and stop. In this guy's apartment, sexing it up and morning comes and boom. I'm hungover, confused and freaking out. I ran to a cab and here we are. New York City, yelling and everything. "Sam...please understand that I was worried sick! I nearly called the police this morning!"
"You're not my mother Taylor."
"I know that but for all I knew you could've been dead!"
"Well I'd rather be dead than fucking living with you!" I spit in her face and trudged to my room in the apartment, slamming the door behind me on my way. I put my headphones in my ears and shuffled my music.
Once Sam slammed her door shut I closed my eyes, "She hates me...she totally hates me." I said, looking at Meredith brushing herself up against my leg. I grabbed the TV remote and put on Law & Order. After jumping and getting pissed at the show I looked at the clock and sighed, "I should probably go check on her right?" Meredith gave a meow and I nodded, "You're right. Thanks Mer." I stood up and walked to Sam's room, trying to open it but to no avail, it was locked. Predictable. So, I reached above the door and got the key, then unlocked it. When I walked in, Samantha was asleep, her blonde hair suffocating her practically.
I walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed, just watching her sleep. When I heard the faint noise of music I took her earbuds out of her ears and put them in my own, smiling when I heard Forever & Always playing. I wrapped her earbuds up and paused the song on her phone. Sam stirred in bed and I bent down to kiss her forehead and I left her room.
When I woke up I heard metal clanking. Taylor must be making lunch or something. I stood up and instantly fell back down and hit my head on the night stand. "Ahh. Fuck." I groaned, rubbing my head. It took this long for my hangover to hit? Wow. The door then burst open and taylor ran to my side. "Sammy are you okay?!" I looked up into her eyes. She was genuinly worried about me. To stop this awkward moment, I chuckled, "yeah. Just a damn hangover." "Ooh no. You're bleeding. Here follow me. I think I have something that can help." She stood up and so did I. She put her hand on my forehead, holding the bleeding gash on my head. We went into the bathroom and she sat me down on the toilet seat. Taylor rummaged through a first aid kit and pulled out rubbing alcohol, she wetted a towel and got dry toilet paper. "Taylor. Really i'm fine. You can stop worryig." She just ignored me and got out bandaids. "This might sting a little." She said. I rolled my eyes and looked away. "Here if it hurts take it out on my hand." She reached her hand towards me. I looked up at her and her eyes still had worry in them. "Please just let me help you." I sighed and gave in, taking her hand and she put the alcohol on the toilet paper on the cut, making me gasp out because of the searing pain.
"Sorry." She whispered and rubbed it around. I gripped her hand tightly and she took the towel away and rubbed my hand. She took a dry towel and wiped it. "Almost done." She said. She pulled out a band-aid and placed it over my cut.
"There all done." I chuckled "thanks Taylor. I guess."
"Anytime." She said. "When will you just stop arguing and let me help you?"
I raised my eyebrow and smirked, "please. I don't need help." "Yes you do. You just won't admit it."
I laughed unhumorously and said, "the only thing i'm going to admit to is that this conversation? Is boring me." Taylor clearly got the gist that I didn't want to talk about it, so she said "I have grilled cheese waiting." That was when I realized I was still holding Taylor's hand, so I pulled it away, stood up and muttered an Okay and walked to the kitchen to get the food.
We ate on the couch and watched TV. Taylor put the dishes away in the dish washer, and when she came back she did something I totally didn't see coming. She sat back on the couch and pulled me into her body, hugging me tightly. "I'm sorry about before Sam. I overreacted. I am just trying to help you because I really do care about you." I didn't know how to respond. I can't respond. I felt a feeling in my stomach that I really hope isn't true. I'm starting to love Taylor. But I can't. I can't love anyone or else they will leave me just like my mom did. And my dad. "Okay." I simply said and walked back into my room.
I am back!!!! Rewriting this so lmao
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