A/N: Here we go. Chapter 9. I don't own anyone.

Taylor's POV

I'm lying down in Selena's bed with her in my arms. She looks broken and so vulnerable. No 18 year old should go through what my best friend has gone through. Selena told me what happened and yes I was a bit mad. Her actions hurt Demi, but then again Demi deserves it. What am I going to do to help? Selena won't be able to leave the house for at least a day. I already called the director of WOWP and her music producer. She's going to need me so maybe I should call Monica and cancel our date. Monica my girlfriend I can't believe it. She's amazing, sweet, caring and gentle, but she's also guarded I wonder why. Yeah I'm going to call her. I grab my phone and search my contacts when I find her I'm about to dial her number when Selena's phone starts ringing. I reach out for it to see Dallas's name and picture flash.

"Hello?"

"Selena?"

"No its Taylor."

"Oh...hey, how are you?" She sounded distant. Could this hurt her as much as it had hurt Selena?

"Why are you calling Dallas?"

"Harsh. Is Selena there? If she's not I can call her later."

"Dallas, are you okay? Sounds like you're crying."

"Me, crying. Never. Is she or not?" I heard her sniffle.

"Dallas, I know you better than anyone your my closest BFF. Why are you crying?"

"She left. She slapped me and said we're through. I'm not her sister and I think she's gone for good." I could hear a whole new set of tears. My heart broke as I imagined Dallas crying. I had been one of the few to witness Dallas crying. No one expected big, tall, strong, joking, Dallas to break down ever.

"Well she has a right to be upset. Wait she slapped you."

"Yes."Sniffle.

"OH MY GOD! Now I'm going to kick her ass! Hold on. Can you drive of course you can't drive? Can you meet me at Sel's house for breakfast? We all need to talk about this."

"Yeah sure." Another sniffle. My heart broke a bit more.

"Ok night Dallas."

"Wait... Taylor?"

"Yeah"

"Can you sing me to sleep?"

"Sure, baby...

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of your car
You've got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel
The other on my heart
I look around, turn the radio down
You say baby is something wrong?
I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song
And you say...

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day
Had gone all wrong and been trampled on
And lost and thrown away
Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed
I almost didn't notice all the roses
And the note that said...

Our song is the slamming screen door,
Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talk real slow
Cause it's late and your mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"
And when I got home ... before I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio
Waited for something to come along
That was as good as our song...

Cause our song is the slamming screen door
Sneaking out late, tapping on your window
When we're on the phone and you talks real slow
Cause it's late and his mama don't know
Our song is the way you laugh
The first date "man, I didn't kiss you, and I should have"
And when I got home, before I said amen
Asking God if He could play it again

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone
In the front seat of your car
I grabbed a pen and an old napkin
And I... wrote down our song

Dallas, are you there?"

"..." Snores.

"Goodnight baby"

I know I replaced He for You, but you'll get why in chapters to come. I also don't own Our Song. The copy right to that belongs to Taylor Swift.