❝𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘓.𝘈❞

ꨄ

𝗠𝗔𝗬 𝟮𝗡𝗗 , 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯
𝗟𝗢𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗦 , 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗔
𝟭𝟭:𝟰𝟱 𝗔𝗠

Tatum Swift was sprawled out on her bed, dead asleep, until her phone buzzed. Tatum groaned at the sound. She blindly reached for her phone and answered it without checking who it was.

"Hello?" Tatum softly spoke.

"We're you sleeping?" Zendaya asked, "I really thought you'd be awake by now"

"What do you want?"

"Damn okay, I see your still a bitch in the mornings"

"I hate you" Tatum said to her best friend, "Seriously though, what do you want?"

"Are you busy tonight? Because you better not be. We're going clubbing tonight"

Tatum groaned at the mention of a club, "You know what, something very important just came up, looks I can't go"

Zendaya rolled her eyes at Tatum's pathetic excuse, "Shut up, you're coming. I'll be over at 9 to help you pick out an outfit"

"I'm gonna change my locks so you can't get it"

Zendaya chuckled, "Can't wait to see you too"

The call ended and Tatum stayed in bed for a few minutes to stare at the ceiling. Tatum wasn't a huge fan of being in crowded spaces, which is why she avoided going out to clubs and bars and all that.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗼𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗲 𝗚𝗮𝗻𝗴
𝖠𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖺 ∙ 𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 (𝖲𝗒𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗒) ∙ 𝖧𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 ∙ 𝖹𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒𝖺 ∙ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁 (𝖳𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗆) ∙ 𝖬𝖺𝗎𝖽𝖾 ∙ 𝖡𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖾

𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗮
Tatum ur ass better not ghost us tonight

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
No promises

𝗭𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗮
So grateful you gave me a key to your place so I can drag you out of your house

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
I regret making that decision

𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿
Wait why does Zendaya have a
key and we don't????

𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵
Bc of favoritism

𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿
Damn I see how it is then

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
Omg shut up I'll give you guys a key

𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵
No we don't want ur pity key

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
You guys are so fucking annoying

𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿
Shut up u love us

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
No I hate you

𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗲
This is why ur contact name is still The Grinch

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
I'm blocking all of u for still having me as that

𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗲
Living up to your name right now

𝗭𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝘆𝗮
You are a grinch
I hate to break it to you Tatum

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
Yup
I'm blocking u guys

𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗕𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵
You're no longer my favorite Swift
Taylor supremacy 🛐

*𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨*

*𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨*

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
I left for a reason
I am no longer apart of this group chat
I hate u guys

𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿
You're still going out with us

*𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨*

*𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘯𝘨*

𝗛𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿
STOP LEAVING

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵
Fine

Tatum set her phone back down on the nightstand, finally getting out of bed to make herself breakfast.

Hours had passed.

It was 8:37 pm now.

Tatum knew she'd have fun at least bit, but actually getting ready was too much for her laziness to handle, which is why Zendaya always came over before they went out together.

There was a sudden knock on her door and Tatum knew exactly who it was.

"Go away, I'm not home!" Tatum shouted.

Seconds later Zendaya swung the door open, finding her best friend lying on her couch.

"Girl, you look terrifying" Zendaya pursed her lips to hold in a laugh.

"Thank you, thank you for that, I really appreciate it" Tatum sarcastically responded.

"Come on, get up" She dragged Tatum up off the sofa and straight to her bedroom, tossing the blonde on her bed. Zendaya began looking through her friends closet in search of something club worthy. "Ooh! Dang this is cute" She pulled out a thigh high black dress.

"I forgot I had that"

"You are putting this on because if you don't I will" Zendaya joked.

The girls were all a little giggly from the drinks, well except Zendaya, she'd only had one shot since she was their designated driver.

"I need a drink" Tatum slurred her words together so they were barely understandable, but Zendaya spoke fluent drunk, or rather fluent Tatum.

"No you don't" She pulled the blonde back down, "You are staying here because I need to use the restroom" Zendaya scanned her friend group in search of the second most sober person there. "Maude, make sure Tate doesn't wander off"

Maude gave her a thumbs up followed by a salute as Zendaya stood.

The girls had gotten caught up in talking about the two women up on stage singing that one duet from Greece, and Tatum didn't blame them for forgetting about her, they were really good. But Tatum took this as an opportunity to sneak on over to the bar.

Tatum leaned on the counter for support as she tried to flag down a bartender, but failed every time.

"Hey, can I get a refill on this beer?"

"Sure"

Tatum turned towards the woman's voice, it was the same one that was up on stage earlier. Tatum hadn't even noticed the song ended. Was she really that drunk? Or was the club too loud?

"You're pretty" Tatum said to the woman.

"Me?" She asked, and Tatum nodded, "Uh, thank you, so are you"

"You sing pretty too" Tatum complimented the singer, "You could make a career out it"

The woman laughed, "I actually did, I'm a singer"

"What's your name? Maybe I've heard some of your stuff"

"Lucy, Lucy Dacus" She answered.

"Sounds familiar, kind of. Maybe my sisters mentioned you, who knows"

"Your sister?" Lucy questioned.

Tatum nodded, "Taylor Swift"

The singers eyes widened with realization, "No way! You're Tatum!"

"Tatum you drunk bitch!" Zendaya shouted, "I told you to stay put"

"You're no fun" Tatum whined.

"I'm sorry if she was bothering you, she's kind of drunk" Zendaya apologized.

"It's alright, she wasn't bothering me at all"

Tatum was dragged back to the vip section her friends were still sat at.

"Does this thing work?" A woman spoke into the mic, "Okay, uh, this one's for my best friend Lucy. I love you, happy birthday!"

The intro to Sold Out by HARDY began playing, and the woman up on stage sang the words, but slightly slurred together. She didn't appear to be too wasted, just a little tipsy.

Tatum gasped, "Phoebe Bridgers"

Tatum was in the studio with her sister when the two artists had recorded Nothing New.

"Let's go dance!" Alexa shouted over the music, and the others agreed.

Tatum might've been drunk but she still wasn't a huge fan of crowds.

"I think I'm gonna stay here"

"You sure?" Barbie asked the blonde.

Tatum nodded and shooed her friends towards the dance floor. Tatum watched her friends move to the music and wondered why she couldn't be like them; why she couldn't be normal. She hated the way her brain worked, her stupid fucking fear of crowds, everything.

"Hey," Lucy slid in next to Tatum, "Why aren't you out on the dance floor?"

"It's really stupid"

"Nothings stupid" Lucy assured her.

"I just hate crowds. I've hated them since I was little" Tatum confessed, it sounded ridiculous to Tatum when she said it out loud.

"It wasn't stupid"

Tatum couldn't help but smile at the woman beside her, "It kind of was"

"I'm not gonna be in town for a while, and you seem pretty cool"

Tatum cut Lucy off, "I'm drunk, everyone thinks I'm 'pretty cool' when I'm drunk" Tatum chuckled.

Lucy handed the actor a slip of paper. Tatum stared at it not getting the hint it was her number.

"It's my number, y'know, so you can text me sometime"

Right as Lucy stood, Alexa raised an eyebrow at Tatum from the dance floor, wondering what that was all about, but Tatum just shrugged.

Tatum saved Lucy's number in her phone as "Pretty Girl", which seemed like a good idea to her drunk self in the moment since Tatum was horrible with names with new people she met.

𝗔/𝗡:
did not reread this chapter so there were definitely mistakes that we are going to ignore