A List Of Never Agains // T.S

1- Karlie, I do not know how to sew!

a/n
- A few notes before you begin (again hehe) Okay, so - this is not a Kaylor fan fiction. This is also not an accurate account of whatever happened because this is not real! It's  fanfiction. It's just a huge compilation of T-swizzle being a complete dork around Karlie, Ed, etc. These are just twelve short stories of things that Tay regrets. Again, not real.

Two, I will occasionally write on my phone, so typos are probably guaranteed. But if you do see a mistake, please do tell me.

Three, I'm working really hard on this, I want it to be different. So updates may not be as frequent as you want, and I won't simply update if you comment "UPDATE". This is just some leisure for me to do in my free time.

Just enjoy this book, comment any ideas you have, and you will receive credit if I use it. Like, read, just enjoy it and that'll be enough for me ^^ Love, Love, Love - P

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Karlie sits opposite me, with a white ball of fluff sleeping on her lap. Olivia always finds Karlie as a comfortable bed, which is weird, because she never seems to sleep near me. But, hey, at least she sleeps.

I slide the picture of the design Karl Lagerfield had for me, an elaborate gown that I intended to wear to the VMAs.

"That's what you're wearing to the VMAs?" She questions, stroking the pencil sketch.

"The one and only," I respond, laying my back against the floor. She does the same. We tilt our heads to look at each other.

"It's tomorrow, the VMAs." we say in unison, and then immerse ourselves in fits of laughter. She's already shown me her cut and fit orange gown; and Karlie's a model too.

"So, you haven't got the dress, yet?" Karlie mutters, her fingers burying themselves in the carpet.

I nervously shake my head, "No."

"Aren't you the slightest bit worried at all?"

I shake my head again, this time confidently, "I have tons of gowns as backup."

"You are such a bad liar." Karlie laughs, as my lip twitches.

"Fine." I confessed, "That's not even a Karl Lagerfield sketch. I drew that five minutes ago."

"Crap." Karlie mumbled, sitting up cross-legged. She then gave me a long and hard stare. She looked like a chemistry professor in a messed up class.

"It was a good design, though," I try to find a bright side, and shrug.

"So what are you wearing?" She interrogates.

"I have absolutely no idea." I blurt out. She sighs, and strokes Olivia's belly. My one love (Mere included of course) always purred when Karlie stroked her, like they were meant to be together. She was still mine though, always, forever. Cats.

"Do you know how to sew?"  She asks.

"No." I glare, "Karlie, I do not know how to sew!"

"I mean we could go and buy something?" she suggests.

"Can you sew?" I ask her.

She shoots back daggers, "A little."

"Perfect! I've got some silk back in the bedroom."

"Why do you have silk prepared in your bedroom?" Karlie raises one eyebrow.

"It's actually a blanket. . . but -"

"Can't we buy something? I'm sure you're making a fool out of me." Karlie groans.

I grin, "But I can't get a professional gown altered and fit in a few hours. . ."

"And you think I can sew in a couple of hours? I only how to patch up ripped shirts and stuff."

"Blah blah blah. I want to wear a Karlie Kloss original!"

She smirks, "You could at least try to be serious, you know."

"But what do I wear?" I sighed. Karlie gave me a soft, but wicked, grin,

"Wait - I am so going to sew a dress!" She smiles, flatly.

"What?" I falter.

"Get me that silk, T," Karlie asks.

"Don't call me T, K. Also, you know I was joking right?"

"What?" She begins sarcastically, "You were joking?" She presses her hand against her heart and puts on a hurt expression.

Then I decide to make the most of this situation, stupidly, "I'll get the silk."

I giggle as Karlie stiffens, and I'm sure she doesn't even know how to stitch together a dress. I do know I have an antique sewing machine in the lounge, and I will miss my silk blanket. . . but this will be worth it. Little does she know, I have my exact outfit planned for me in the auditorium dressing room.

I come back to the bedroom and throw her the ornate Aztec silk and plug in the sewing machine. I stare at her intently.

"Are you expecting me to do something?" Karlie asks.

"Sew me a dress, I'm guessing?"

"Yeah, about that.." But nevertheless, she put on the machine and watched the needle go up and down repetitively; anxiousness drowning in her eyes. I put the cloth underneath the needle,

"So, what do you do?"  I ask

"We're gonna need string."

"I've got some!" I laugh, as she sighs; she probably hoped I didn't have any. I threw her three rolls of pink string and she let out a long groan.

"I was joking."

"Here, I got you some black string too," I distract, as she slowly inserts the pink strands.

"Why am I even doing this? You're not gonna wear it anyway," Karlie laughs.

"I like watching my friends struggle."

"I wish that was stated in your 'Be Taylor Swift's BFF' brochure," she replies flatly.

"Well, go ahead then, Karls," I smile. She nods and slides the cloth through. I turn away to call over Meredith, and I turn out to Karlie gripping her finger, lying on the floor. Slow and harsh wheezes come out of her mouths. Her finger was hidden inside her hand that was grasping it. I look around to assess the situation and shriek as I look at my silk, stained with a dark, dark red, which probably wasn't a watercolor spill. Dammit.

"Don't worry it'll be fine - I mean - I'll get the first aid kit!" I pant, panicking, begging for my anxiety to leave me alone today. 

First aid kit first aid kit first aid kit

I run across the rooms, shoving open wardrobes, and pulling out drawers.

First aid kit first aid kit first aid kit

The fridge! I'd left it on top of the fridge! I trip twice before I find the little box, and open it to find it empty.

"One second, Karls!" I shout again.

Antiseptic bandages tissues painkillers

I forcefully pull open the medicine drawer, taking everything out and scooping it up in my arms.

"Karls, it'll be okay!"

Get to her fast get to her fast

I run into the lounge to find Karlie lying on the sofa, chuckling.

"What the hell?" I ask. I raise up an eyebrow and look at her perfectly normal index finger.

She holds an empty ketchup packet in her hand and smirks, "I like watching my friends struggle."

What a stupid day.