Fame and being the center of attention could sometimes be overwhelming. But if you knew how to play the game, you could toy with the media— Tease stories that weren’t true, let the rumors spin their own tale. And that’s exactly what you and Taylor had learned to do to deflect the spotlight.

Rumor has it she was dating a man. She was in love, head in the clouds. Rumor has it you two were just best friends. Rumor has it she was going to marry that man. Rumor has it you were going to be the flower girl.

You both enjoyed feeding the media just enough to keep them entertained— Because you knew the truth wasn’t far from the lies. Each night, the two of you would escape in your car, Driving like it was the last day on Earth, her hair blowing in the wind, Both of you feeling free— At least until morning came and you had to return to your separate lives.

Tonight, you were in bed. You traced soft patterns on her bare back while the TV buzzed in the background.“So… when’s the wedding?” you teased. “What?”she asked through a laugh.“You and Mr. Perfect Hair… haven’t you heard the rumors?” She let out a big laugh and leaned over to kiss you…But then— a flash. You both froze, turning toward the window. More flashes. Paparazzi. “Shit,” you both cursed, scrambling to cover yourselves with the sheets. The next morning, every gossip site had the same headline— Now, rumor has it she was leaving him… for you.