band-aids don't fix bullet holes

{52} aaaand, I'm druuunk

Taylor's POV:

"What the fuck?" I ask no one in particular, staring at the bracelet in my hands. Only now I recognize the numbers on it, looking much like some sort of phone number, given by the length of it.

"Don't look at me, Miss Swift..." The security guard puts his hands up in surrender. "I have no idea."

I let the bracelet disappear in my purse, before slightly shaking my head, trying to grasp what just happened.
Was this some kind of prank? Some kind of threat? A secret admirer?
With my thoughts still all over the place I head back inside, where the party is still in full swing and I spot the first people beginning to order shots. I try my best to blend in but the previous encounter just won't leave my mind. I can still picture the man right in front of me, so clear that it's almost scary. His green eyes, deep as acient forests, seemed to hold the secrets of the world. They drew me in, offering a glimpse of mysteries I longed to understand. His dark hair was short, still somehow framing his face perfectly and I recall how his overall beauty was both wild and serene, like a landscape that held both the strength of mountains and the tranquility of a still lake.
I can still hear the sound of his voice, even if it was just a single word, a low, tender symphony that flowed right into my heart.

"Hey Tay! You in for shots?" Natalie shouts into my direction, pulling me back into reality.

"Get them over here!" I reply causally, brushing a few lose strands of hair out of my face as the dancer, accompanied by a few others, approaches me, a tray, of what seemed like a couple vodka shots, in her hands. She hands everybody one of the tiny glasses and at the count of three we all down the liquid.
My insides twist when the vodka slides down my throat, leaving a burning feeling behind.

"Eww, I forgot how disgusting this tastes!" I grimace while a shiver is running down my spine.

As the evening wears on, my sight becomes blurrier and my steps more unsteady, the alcohol slowly entering my bloodstream. Despite it all, the mysterious man doesn't leave my head, not a single second.

Travis' POV:

"Did I just do that? I didn't. Oh my god, I did. No. What the hell." I mumble to myself while walking through the quiet streets, the destination being my home.
My hands are still shaking, even if the expression on my face is a rather proud one. Proud of how my plan worked out and how I really managed to get that stupid bracelet to her. Now all I have to do is wait and hope, hope for her to call me.

Seeing her that close to me made her look even more beautiful than I could've ever imagined. My head starts to spin when I think about her blue eyes, that were the color of a midsummer sky, clear and bright, with a depth that suggested an ocean of thoughts and emotions swirling beneath. How her blonde hair was so perfectly pinned up and caught the light of the street lights whenever she slightly moved, shimmering with a spectrum of pale golds and honeyed hues that seemed to frame her face perfectly. Let's not talk about the dress she was wearing and how it wrapped so neatly around her breathtaking body, showing just the perfect amount of her glittering skin.

Finally arriving at home, I make sure to lock the door from the inside, before slipping upstairs and getting ready for bed. The grin on my face, however, stays throughout the entire night. A night in which some sleep is hard to find.

Taylor's POV:

"I CAAN do a cartwheel!" I argue back at some random woman from the costume-team.

"I don't believe you." She giggles back.

"Okay, then let meee show it to youuu." I slur, raising my hands over my head, ready to prove my abilities.