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Title: Everything's Gonna Be Alright
Authors: smilininmysleep & loveybutterfly
Pairing: Miley Cyrus/Taylor Swift
Rating: PG13 for femslash and some cursing.
Disclaimer: We do not own Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift, or any other names mentioned in this fic. But if we did... you don't wanna know. ^^
Word Count: 1,887
Summary: “Now Taylor, I’m really happy for you, I’ma let you finish, but Beyoncé had one of the best videos of all time. One of the best videos of all time.” He shrugs and gives the microphone back to Taylor, walking off the stage.
What the hell just happened? Miley thought.
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Taylor walked off the stage, tears stinging in her eyes. She hadn’t completely left it before she lost her control and felt a few warm tears silently cascade down her cheeks and cool by the time they got to her chin, falling off onto the floor. She furiously brushed them with the back of her hands, trying to wipe them off. She swiftly made her way to her dressing room, ignoring the calls and voices that she didn’t take the time to look up and see who they belonged to. Just keep going, she told herself. She couldn’t let it all out now, she needed to perform in a little bit. She owed it to her fans.
The fans that had booed him off the stage and shouted her name. For them. She didn’t know how she was going to do it though; she would probably be all messy in her vocals. She needed to concentrate. My fans, she thought. I need to do it for my fans.
She stripped off her sparkly silver red-carpet dress, finding the red one on top of a chair and putting that one on instead. Concentrate, she told herself. She took a few shaky breaths, and looked into the mirror. Wiping off the slightly runny eyeliner, she fixed her make-up and hair. Time to go.
Miley sat alone in her hotel room, in a comfy pair of plaid shorts and a tank-top. Her T.V. was turned on to the VMA awards, and she was stuck in New York City. Her video shoot had gotten out only about an hour ago, running late once again, and made her miss her flight to her next tour stop. Yeah, she could probably catch a plane in the early morning, but did she want to? No.
There was a carton of cookie dough ice cream in-between her knees, and a spoon jutting out of it. She couldn’t describe how much she loved chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. It was her absolute favorite. She spooned out some, and stuck the spoonful into her hungry mouth. She savored every last drop. One of the perks of being famous? Ice cream whenever you want. Yeahhhh…
The announcer from the T.V. caught her attention, and she felt herself cross her fingers as the names were called. “And the winner, for Best Female Music Video is…Taylor Swift!” She felt herself jump up and down on the bed screaming “Whooo!!!! Taylor!!!!!” at the top of her lungs. After all, no one would bug her; she pretty much got a whole floor of the hotel to herself. At least that’s what this suite looked like.
“Thank you so much!” Taylor’s voice rings out on her T.V. screen. “I always dreamed about what it would be like to maybe win one of these someday, but I never actually thought that it would happen. Uh, I sing country music, so thank you so much for giving me the chance to win a VMA award.”
Onstage comes Kanye West, and Miley stops jumping, a curious look on her face, wondering what he’s doing up there.
“Now Taylor, I’m really happy for you, I’ma let you finish, but Beyoncé had one of the best videos of all time. One of the best videos of all time.” He shrugs and gives the microphone back to Taylor, walking off the stage.
What the hell just happened? Miley thought. Taylor is just staring in shock, and everyone is kind of asking each other the same question. About five seconds after she figures out what had happened, Miley is yelling at the T.V. and chugging ice cream at it. “What the hell?!?!?!? Shut the fuck up, Kanye!” Miley frantically jumps around. Taylor finally says ‘thank you’ and walks off the stage.
By now Miley is furious. What a douche! Why would he just do that? “Ugh! What an ugly jerkface!” she says out loud, now completely throwing her carton of ice cream against the wall, and pulling out her phone. Cursing under her breath, she throws on the nearest shoes, which just happen to be her Ugg boots, and rushes out the door.
She searches through the contacts on her phone, stopping when she finds the name Katy. Firing off a quick text “I’m coming, saw what happened, help me sneak in the back” she ran down the stairs (Miley caught onto Demi’s habit of not taking elevators) all the way to the lobby.
Running outside, she flags down a cab, glad that she grabbed her purse at the last minute. She gave the cabbie the address Katy sent her to get through the back of the VMA’s, saying she would meet her there outside. ‘What are you doing in NY still?’ she had asked, and Miley told her that she missed her flight and that she was about 5 minutes away. All Katy replied was ‘okay’ and Miley knew she would be able to get in okay. The cab ride didn’t last long and the driver didn’t ask any questions, he probably didn’t care too much about celebrities.
The cab screeched to a stop outside the back door, and Miley could see Katy patiently waiting by the double doors for her. She threw the money at the driver, and before he could give her the change she had already slipped out the door.
“How is she?” was the first thing that Miley asked once she was in earshot.
Leading her through the building and down many hallways, Katy replied “I don’t know. She just got out of her performance, and went straight to her dressing room. Didn’t even go back to her seat. She won’t open the door for anyone.”
Miley just nodded, half running to the girl’s room. When they finally got there, Miley made out the name ‘Taylor Swift” on the front of the door, with a huge number ‘13’ in Taylor’s unmistakably curly handwriting written under it. She smiled briefly, but then remembered why she was here and her smile quickly turned upside down again. She could hear the sobbing of the girl inside, and it broke her heart to hear such a strong girl breaking down.
“Taylor, honey, open up.” Katy said firmly but gently, rapping on the door twice.
A faint ‘go away’ could be heard from the inside.
They stepped away from the door, Katy sighing, but Miley’s face lighting up with an idea. “Katy, do you have a hairpin?” Katy slowly pulled a hairpin from her professionally done locks, before placing it in the younger girl’s hand.
“I’ve got it from here, go back and enjoy the show,” Miley told her, and she nodded and walked back to the hallway that Miley guessed would lead back to the seats in the theater. Miley moves back to the door, positioning the hairpin in the lock in the correct matter. After all, Trace had to teach her something useful in life, right?
She slowly turns the hairpin in the lock, and before long, she can hear the satisfying click of the lock. She slowly opens the door, and shuts it behind her.
Taylor looks up startled at the sound of the closing door, but is even more shocked that Miley Cyrus is the one standing in front of it. The sobbing even stops for a moment as a result of the shock. Miley walks over and wordlessly opens her arms, and without a second thought Taylor flings herself into them.
The sobbing then resumes, and Taylor finds herself clinging to Miley for dear life. She takes two shaky breaths as she realizes that Miley is here. Miley. She wasn’t even supposed to be in New York.
“Sh…” Miley says, rubbing small circles into Taylor’s back and leading herself and Taylor back to the couch.
“My…performance, it sucked….” she sniffled. “I let all…my fans…down.”
“I’m sure that your performance was amazing, Tay Tay, they always are.” She told her, using her nickname. “Kanye is a douche.”
The way that Miley said it made Taylor chuckle for a brief moment, but only a moment.
“You are amazing, Taylor Swift. You’ve won more awards than I could even count, have millions of records sold, currently have the biggest selling album of the year, and are a great person in general. Probably the truest person I know. And if the world doesn't think so, well I don’t give a damn because they are the worthless ones then.”
Taylor gazed up at the younger girl in awe, wondering how the girl ever learned to be this strong for herself, let alone somebody else. It was one of the things in this lifestyle that she wished to acquire; nobody really knows how strong you have to be to be in the business. Taylor had found out the hard way tonight.
Silent tears streamed down her face this time, happy that she could find such a loving person to call her friend. Miley brought her lips to Taylor’s cheek and kissed the tears away, also leaving a trail of butterfly kisses behind.
Taylor’s breath hitched in her throat. The movement was so sweet, so gentle, so why did it feel like her cheeks burned where Miley had left her kisses?
Miley softly pecked her nose. “You are the most beautiful-” She moved down to kiss the side of her chin. “Talented-” Her jaw line. “And amazing-” Her lips came to a last stop at the singer’s forehead. “Person that I have ever meet.”
They stared into each others eyes, the moment intense, when Miley tentatively reached out and tucked a gold lock behind the country singer’s ear. She could feel Taylor’s warm breath on her skin, smell the sweet peppermint that came off of her breath. She glanced down at the full, red lips, feeling hypnotized by the way that Taylor’s tongue peeked out to moisten them. Finally losing all control, Miley closed the distance between the two girls and finally presses her lips to Taylor’s.
Taylor was a bit surprised at first, but the lips feel so good, so right. She can't help but return the kiss with full force. It’s like a shock to the system, liquid fire running through the veins. Electric, almost. As their lips move together, Taylor could taste her salt-tinged tears and Miley’s strawberry lip gloss mixed together.
As a need for air became necessary, Miley pulled away from the country singer. Taylor was so overwhelmed that she forgot that she needed to breathe. She felt like she was daydreaming, her heart was soaring, like suddenly everything would be okay. Perfection. After taking an involuntary deep breath she didn’t realize she needed, the pain in her lungs disappeared.
Miley caressed a path with her hand down the blonde girl’s cheek, and Taylor caught it, placing hers on top of the one currently resting on her cheek. She leaned into it, loving the warm feel.
Miley slowly lied back on the couch, pulling the country singer with her. Taylor rested her head comfortably on the younger girl’s shoulder. Miley gently stroked the girl’s hair, and Taylor swore she could hear her humming ‘You Belong With Me’ under her breath. It made Taylor smile.
“Everything’s gonna be alright,” Miley whispered to Taylor.
And in that moment, laying in the comfort of Miley’s arms, she believed her.