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Brooke was having the most normal day a Taylor Swift fan could have.
She was rocking out to her favorite album, Red.
🎶WE ARE NEVER, EVER, EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER!🎶
Just as the song changed, she was interrupted rudely by the sound of her phone vibrating. She quickly checked her texts, and a new message from her friend Amelia was waiting for her.
Hey, what’s up?
Not much just listening to music, She responded.
Brooke quickly shut off her music, ran to the bathroom, and came back with a tube in her hand.
“Hey, Amelia! What’s up?”
Brooke chirped as she applied her red lipstick. As she resumed her music, she heard Amelia say: “Not much, I’m grounded though.” In the background, she could hear Taylor’s distinctive vocal cords going up and down. (and that just may be the weirdest sentence I’ve ever typed.) “Hang on, Amelia, can you turn off your music? It’s drowning out my Taylor Swift!” Defiantly, Amelia responded, “Noooo! Then I have to listen to Grace baking to the sound of ‘Be Our Guest’, and well, baker’s gonna bake!”
“But it’s Bad Blood!”
“So? I’M listening to out of the woods!”
“Ugh, whatever. We’ll compromise. You turn yours down and I’ll do the same for mine.”
Pleased, Brooke was about to leap into conversation about their favorite singer’s new music, but before she even opened her mouth, she jumped up. “I forgot something! I’ll be right back!” Amelia waited. Seconds later, Brooke came sprinting back into the frame, carrying her guitar.
Cheerfully, she picked up her phone and glanced at her friend. “I’m SO excited that Taylor’s working on some new-” Her mouth hung open.
Amelia also had on red lipstick, and was also holding a guitar.
Brooke felt betrayed.
Desperately, she tried to say something to her friend that would make her want to go change her outfit. “You…you…look like a deranged Miranda Sings with a guitar,” she blurted.
“Shake it off, Amelia…shake it off.” Her friend muttered. Finally Amelia said, “Yeah, but you look like- Taylor Swift!” Suddenly Brooke became smug. “I know, right?
Then she called out, “Heeeeere, Honey! Come on! Good dog!”
Honey barked, and came running towards Brooke with something in his mouth. “Amelia, look, my dog has a tiny guitar! He’s a Taylor Swift fan too!”
Amelia screamed, “AHA!” Brooke clapped her hands over her ears. “Ow, that was loud. What do you mean, ‘AHA’?” Amelia rolled her eyes. “Well, Brooke, REAL T-Swizzle fans call her-well- T Swizzle! AND, real Taylor Swift fans have CATS.” Brooke’s mouth hung in an ‘O’ shape as her friend held up her kitten.
Brooke pressed ‘end’.
Brooke finished hanging up the last poster and her room and nodded with satisfaction. Then she snapped a picture, sent it to Amelia, and waited for a response.
A few minutes later, she said, That’s not your room.
Brooke’s mouth fell open. “What, now she’s calling me a liar?! I guess we really do have bad blood…SAIGE!!!! GET UP HERE! I need you to take a picture!”
Saige sashayed into her sister’s room, looking very annoyed. “Ugh, what do you want me to take a picture of? Lush is restocking their lemon-flavored bath bombs
, and I HAVE TO GO BUY ONE!” Brooke rolled her eyes. “It won’t take long. Just take a photo of me standing in front of my wall.” Saige frowned. “The colors are clashy. I, personally, would NEVER wear all those colors in an outfit together.” Brooke exhaled loudly. “SAIGE.” Finally her sister gave in, and Brooke, smirking, messaged the photo to Amelia.
She high fived herself just as her friend responded with Ughhhhh .
Her victory was short-lived, though, because later, Amelia texted her a picture. Brooke picked up her phone and curiously zoomed in on the picture.
It was Amelia, holding her guitar in front of a string of Taylor Swift pictures. Brooke sighed, not even bothering to respond. “She’s so annoying.” She muttered.
The next morning, while getting ready for school, Brooke rummaged through her drawers, selectively pulling out a few t-shirts. Then, she snapped a photo, and…off it went to Amelia.
The photo showed off all of her Taylor Swift attire, including her shirts that said,
‘Loving him was blue’
‘1989 world tour’
‘Haters Gonna Hate’,
and sweatpants with the words Shake it off printed on the side.
Brooke laughed evilly as she waited for a steaming mad response. But instead, what she received was this:
Brooke typed, furiously.
Seeing how amused her best friend seemed made her want to think of something so amazing, so over-the-top, that Amelia couldn’t possibly top it. So after school, she called Amelia, and said, “Hey Amelia, want to see some pictures of that Taylor Swift Concert I went to when you were, ah, sick? (she did air quotes when she said ‘sick’, but obviously Amelia couldn’t see them.) I wish you were there!” Amelia hung up. Soon, Brooke got a text:
What is that supposed to mean??? Brooke wondered.
And so the week continued. The next day, Amelia called Brooke saying that she uses the same shampoo that Taylor Swift does. Brooke also hung up on her.
Then Amelia sent her a text:
Do you want to keep doing this whole Swiftie battle or not?
I Almost Do….
Amelia didn’t respond, and the pair didn’t speak for another few days.
Then, as Amelia was reading, her phone buzzed, indicating a new text.
She responded, smiling.
And just like that, their Bad Blood was no more.