Taylor Swift Imagines

Just Go With It (I.)

A/N: So this one is based off the movie 'Just Go With it'. It will take 7-8 parts to fully finish the story. This is part one, I hope you'll enjoy :)

Flashback, Taylor's point of view:

'It was my wedding day, the most beautiful day of my life. At least it was supposed to be the most beautiful. I was standing in front of my fiancé's changing room, only 1 hour before the ceremony.'

"Ah, I just can't stand Taylor's family. They're all so annoying. I'm just gonna lay down a law for Taylor. We're seeing her goofy family as little as possible." I overheard everything she was telling to her bridesmaids.

"Are you sure she's gonna go along with that?" asked on of her friends.

"Taylor dosen't say no to me. Believe me, I have her well-trained" they all started laughing at her statement. I started to get angry.

"So, tell us, what happened with Ashley last night?" who's Ashley?

"I told her if she wanted to stop the wedding, she had to speak now or forever hold her peace."

"And what'd she say?"

"She said she's never gonna settle down, and I should just go ahead and marry Taylor." yeah, you should. But are we gonna get married after that?

"Did she give you a wedding present?" laughed her best friend.

"I guess you could call it that." laughed along my fiancé. "It's the last time, I swear. Taylor is so sweet and considerate. And she's gonna be a cardiologist. So, I'm marrying her."

'Yikes, that hurt. That was me, 22 years old Taylor Swift, 15 years ago. Pathetic, huh? So, I'm halfway done boozing away my sorrows, when something pretty interesting happened. A gorgeous girl entered the bar, she had long, brown hair, beautiful brown eyes and she was headed to straight where I was sitting. Of course some douchebags couldn't keep their mouths shut...'

"Oh, baby, you're like a Pop Tart, hot and sweet! Oww."

"Hey, mami! You must play the trumpet or something, cause you're making me feel all horny and stuff!"

She clearly was angry. She sat down next to me, she put her purse on the table but somehow it slipped down on the floor.

"You dropped your..."

"Can I just sit for 10 seconds and not get hit on? Thank you." she cuffed.

"I was just letting you know that you dropped your purse" I got her bag up from the floor and put it on the table, in front of her and I patted it with my left hand.

"I'm so sorry, I thought..."

"That's fine, that's fine" I took a sip of my Old Fashioned.

"I'm sure you didn't meet the lady who gave you that ring in a meat market like this" so she saw the ring on my finger.

"School cafeteria."

"How long have you been married?" she asked.

'I was gonna tell her, I really was. But I didn't want her to know what a loser I was, so I stretched the truth a little.'

"Six years." I answered.

"Where's your wife tonight?" why she's asking so much?

"I stopped asking that question a long time ago."

"That's terrible."

"My wife says I work too much. Trying to provide for her, her shopping addiction, and crack." Where do all these lies come from?