PIPERS POV
"Great show tonight, Sophia" Another unfamiliar face congratulated, thanking him swiftly, I made my way around the party searching for a certain blonde.
The music was pounding in my ears, they were playing some ludacris song everybody dancing and having a good time.
It was the after show party, dedicating a good start of the tour sorta thing. The party was at some sort of hall down town and by the looks of it, it will probably be over the tabloids by tommorow. Laughing slighty, as I passed a drunk guy dancing on a table attempting to do the dougie with his shirt off.
Suddenly I spotted a patch of blonde hair amongst the crowd, smiling quickly I pushed through people to get to her.
When I reached her, her back was faced towards. Covering her eyes with my hands, I grinned.
"Guess who?"
I couldn't see it but I knew she was grinning.
"Santa Claus?"
"Hahaha, very funny" I said while uncovering her eyes. Quickly turning around she gave me a once over and giving out a low whistle.
"Don't you look fine and divine" She winked, putting on her best Marylin Monroe accent.
"Well, no one can compare to the one and only Taylor Swift, ofcourse" I replied putting my hand on my heart and immitating the accent.
Laughing, she linked her left arm with mine, "You were great tonight" returning to her normal accent.
"Thank you" I grinned at her, bumping my hip with her, grinning.
I met Taylor at the start of my career and we totally hit it off, I told her about Jason, (not the demi god part of course) and she lead me on my road to recovery with a lot of ice cream and sappy movies. We hit it off instantly.
Going out from the back entrance, we exited the party. I could hear the faint pounding music as we closed gaurds closed the large doors behind us.
"Ugh, my feet are killing me" I groaned stopping and removing my heels from feet, barefoot.
"Me too" Taylor said, doing the same. Looking at each other, we both burst into fits of giggles obviously realising how ridiculous we look.
"Come on, Soph. We're going to my place, lets ditch" She offered her blue eyes glistening with mischeif, putting her arm around my neck.
See, this is why I adored Taylor she knew exactly what I wanted.
"Leggo"
"So, I told him 'No, Erik I don't want to lick choclate of you' I mean COME ON" Taylor Swift giggled on the couch as she sipped her orange juice. Yup, there was definatly something in that juice.
When we arrived at Taylor's place we ditched the dresses and heels for Pjs and bunny slippers. We also raided her refrigerator grabbing us both tubs of ice cream. Taylor went into the kitchen 'to get something to drink' a while back, coming back with what seemed like orange juice.
Definatly not orange juice, I thought while I watched her with amusment dancing around the huge bedroom to a 50 cent song.
"GO GO GO GO GO" She sang or yelled, raising her arms in the air.
"GO SHAWTY, ITS YO BIRTHDAY"
Who needs an A-list party when you have Taylor Swift dancing to a rap song?
Taking out my phone, I started filming her.
Shaking her butt in that onesie, I knew she's going to kill me.
"WE GONNA PARTY LIKE ITS YO BIRTHDAY" She yelled, jumping on her bed waving her arms like de-ranged lunatic.
"YOU CAN FIND ME IN DA CLUB, BOTTLE FULL OF BUB" I tried not to laugh as I continued watching her prance around the room.
Moving the eggs around the frying pan I hummed a tune to the radio.
"Ugh, what happened?" Taylor walked in, rubbing her head.
"You passed out" I replied simply, not turning to look at her face and laugh my face off.
"No shit, Sherlock" She snapped, filling a glass of water. Probably to ease the killer hangover she's nursing.
"Hey, be nice. I'm cooking breakfast for your hungover ass" Putting the eggs on a plate and putting it on the table with the other food, I slaved all morning to cook.
She must have just noticed the food because shhe started to drool. I made Blueberr muffins, pancakes, bacon, eggs, french toast and tea and coffee.
"I take back every horrid thing I ever said to you, Sophia Knight" She ran over to me hugging me before sitting herself down with a plate and started helping herself.
Really helping herself.
I just stared at her in amazment how she could fit so many pieces of pancake in her mouth. Realising my gaze on her, she locked her gaze with mine, blue eyes wide and mouth full.
She honeslty looked like a chipmunk.
"What?" She asked with her mouth full "A girls gotta eat"
Laughing lightly, I sat down across from her shaking my head telling her to continue. Rolling her eyes, she started eating again. Grabbing a blueberry m who uffin from the bowl and taking a bite of it.
I wonder how my friends back at camp are? Do they miss me? Does he miss me?
Rolling my eyes at the last thought, I just sighed. Probably not. Now that I'm gone, he's probably with Drew not even thinking about me not even caring that I think about him everyday.
Jerk.
"Soph... soph...SOPH" Taylor exclaimed, waving her thin hand infront of my face.
Snapping out of my train of thoughts, I looked at Taylor who was narrowing her eyes at me.
"Huh? Sorry, day dreaming again" I replied quickly, taking a bite out of my muffin to try and avoid confrontation.
Brushing it off, she asked me another question which caused me to burst out laughing and onto the floor.
"So, what happened last night?"
Confused by my reaction, she got up from her chair and down on the floor where I was still laughing.
"You were.." I got caught off by my own laughter "You were danc-" againg my own laughter. Taylor scowled at me.
"Okay okay okay" Managing to keep a straight face, "You were danci-" Images off her dancing came into my mind which caused me to laugh again.
Grabbing my phone from my pocket I gave it to her to watch the video.
"SOPHIA KNIGHT YOU DID NOT" She screamed, her face red, after watching the whole video.
Scarmbling up, I run out of the kitchen with Taylor running behind.
"COME BACK HERE"
