Junior year of high school... God was it hard. Sweet Sixteens... Starting to figure out what you wanted to do with life...

For Taylor, it meant following a dream she'd had her whole life. She wanted to sing and she was well on her way to putting out an actual album... But, despite the fact that it wasn't even out yet, she still recieved heaps of hate. Bullies.

Anytime she had an idea in mind and trying to jot it into her diary as she stood by her locker between classes, the page, or book, were ripped from her and immediately she was made fun of... But each and everytime you stepped in... And before long, you became her closest friend in this sea of popularity and miniskirts.

Right now, you were over at her place helping set up for her birthday party. She had texted you to come over earlier rather than handing you an invitation like everyone else, as you both were close enough already. You were blowing up and tying the balloons while Taylor decorated the room... It looked gorgeous.

Once it was done... you both sat back and waited... The party was set to start at 4pm... But as the clock hit 4, no one else had shown up... Taylor, just thinking everyone was a little late, still waited eagerly... 5pm hit, nothing. 6pm... Just her parents returning home...

"Wh-Where... Where is everyone..?" Taylor questioned, looking up at you with tears in her eyes... She couldn't be this disliked... Could she..?