You and Taylor used to be friends, best friends. Until you both got what you dreamed and talked about for years, you are both musicians. Unfortunately for you two the media started comparing you two, this leaded to you two hating each other and not talking to you for years.

Now you’re both at the VMA. You’re sat at the bar with your friends and she’s sat on a table across the room with hers.

As the night goes on every gets more drunk, some man tried to hit on you but you reject him and he walks away without a problem. At least that’s what you thought.

About two minutes later you start to feel a little bit “funny” not drunk but something else. So you got off to the bathroom by yourself, but you open the door and Taylor’s standing there.