Five Takes
"Taylor Rift"
-Take Three-
Some prick once came up with the saying 'what comes around goes around'. Then some douche sang them in a song. Then, Taylor Rift had to do a cover of the song in all of her concerts after her breakup with a certain someone.
Let me paint the picture for you.
After Portlyn and I had our split, I did go to a concert. Taylor Rift's concert. Of course, she was a fan of Mackenzie Falls, so when she found out that I was one of her fans, she called me backstage. I truly never saw it coming.
The second that I walked into her dressing room, she threw her arms around me and pulled me into a hug that took my breath away. It didn't help that the curly headed blonde was six feet taller than me, either.
Then she asked me out on a date.
Vengeful and sick of brunettes, I agreed. I should've known though…good relationships never start in dressing rooms.
Taylor was a sweet, mild-mannered girl, who liked me a little too much. She was clingy. So very, sickeningly clingy. She also had Jennie's icy blues, which scared me to no end.
But still, I decided to give it a try. She was a singer who had to tour anyhow, so her clinginess couldn't last that long, could it?
She cancelled her tour, however. She cancelled it, "for me".
Every day I had work, she would be there on set, watching me. Every time I slept, she'd call me five minutes beforehand to wish me sweet dreams. Every time I'd breathe, she'd bid me good luck.
I was honestly expecting the day that she'd call me up to say "have fun peeing, Chad!". Thank God she didn't, though.
Three weeks into her clinginess, she told me that she loved me. Being a wimp, I told her that I loved her back.
I actually half expected her to smother me with a hug, and lots of butterfly kisses (her favrotie); instead, she just grinned, pecked me on the lips, and announced that she had to go shopping.
I was relieved for a few minutes…then I began to worry that she had gone out shopping for an engagement ring (for me to give to her).
She didn't, though. She just bought lots of pink. Lots, and lots, and lots of pink. When I asked her why she did so, she told me it was because 'girls are supposed to wear pink when they're in love'. Somehow, I managed not to vomit.
After another week of Taylor's clinginess passed by, she learned that she had to go to New York City to co-host a talk show.
I knew that was my chance.
We'd be thousands of miles away, on opposite sides of the country. I would be safe…for a little while.
The day after she landed in NYC, I called her up. I had this long, careful, explanation of why we should no longer be together. I really, really didn't want drama. And I really, really didn't want to hurt her feelings.
But I made a mistake.
(Side note: never, ever start a conversation off with: "Taylor, I'm sorry, but things just aren't working out.")
She screamed like a blonde cheerleader for about two seconds, and then she slammed the phone down.
All in all, our whole 'breakup' phone conversation lasted twenty-seven seconds. I learned that because she told the other host on the talk show, along with all of the guest stars. Then she made a YouTube video, holding two plastic dolls, forcing them to talk about our breakup.
She even did an emergency-recording of a song that she wrote about me, being a jerk.
Ha.
I had met a few drama queens in my life, but none of them ever lived up, (or down – however you'd like to look at it), in comparison to Taylor.
Months later I learned that she was singing the song that she wrote about me, mixed with Justin Timberlake's "What Comes Around Goes Around". I guessed that she secretly hoped that I would walk in front of a train and die…or something along those lines.
Either way, for a whole damn year, she never gave our breakup up.
Then, someone named Mucas Pill (or something like that), caught her eye. And across the studio lot, a new show settled in. It was a comedic show called So Random!. Little did I know, I'd have another shot at looking like an idiot.
I'd also have another shot at love. True love.
You know, I was pretty sure that I distinctly heard little Sonny from Wisconsin humming "It's a Small World" that day on the playground. I never truly realized how…accurate those lyrics were.
A/N: Yes, I know. I incorporated Jaylor's breakup into Chad's hectic love-life story. (This is what happens when you're desperate for a plot, guys). I hope you didn't hate the chapter (or me, for including it); but either way, let me know. Yet again, thank you for all of your reviews! I enjoyed reading all of them. And I bet you can guess who's next, 'cause ya'll are brill, ain't ya?! (Okay, that sounded more Miley-ish than Taylor-ish, didn't it). =D