Chapter 3

I finished part one so I thought, why not publish this early? Next update is probably next Wednesday / thursday  

enjoy! 

~ kathy 

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Cameron never believed in miracles, but her mother tells her every day that Cameron is her little miracle. 

The first time Cameron believed in miracles was on a cloudy Friday in December, when she met a girl she didn’t know will one day become one of the most important person in her life. 

“Who are you?” 

A girl no taller than Cameron was hidden at the base of the tree in Cameron’s backyard, and the six years old wasn’t sure if she should be calling her mother. But the other girl look harmless, and Cameron wasn’t against making friends in this brand new town she had just moved to. 

The girl looked startled, her blue eyes darting around in fear before a bob of blonde hair disappeared into the forest that lays just beyond Cameron’s backyard. Cameron ran after the girl, but in a blink of an eye Cameron suddenly found herself on the forest ground, a body on top of her. 

It was the girl from before, and Cameron let out what she hoped was a comforting smile. “Hi.” 

“Hi,” the girl smiled shyly, and from that moment, Cameron swore she would protect that smile for the rest of her life if that was the last thing she did. 

The girl rolled off of Cameron but neither of them moved to get up. “My name is Cameron, we should be friends.” 

The girl’s smile widened, and she turned so that she was facing Cameron. “I’m Taylor, I would love to be your friend!” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah! I’ll even make a pinky promise,” Taylor held out her pinky, and Cameron grinned cheekily as she linked her pinky with the other girl. Their pinky stayed linked for the rest of the afternoon as they stared up at the trees around them, and Cameron made funny comments about the shape of clouds, each inciting a giggle from Taylor. 

They made their way back to their house when the sun started to set, pausing just before they parted ways. “I have a really fun day today.” 

“Me too,” Taylor let out a small whisper. “Can I tell you a secret?” 

Cameron’s face lit up and she nodded excitedly. “Of course, I won’t tell anyone.” 

“Today is my birthday,” Taylor smiled before a frown overtook her face. Cameron almost reached out to smooth the crinkle between her eyes. “But my brother ate all of my cake. And then took my ukelele. But you’re like a miracle, now I’m really happy.” 

“Your brother is a meanie, can I fight him?” Cameron scowled, and Taylor laughed, before pressing a timid kiss to Cameron’s cheek. 

“That’s super sweet, but I’m afraid you’re going to lose terribly, and I refuse to lose my new friend a day after meeting her.” 

Cameron paused, and thought it over, before nodding seriously. “You’re right, I will fight him another day.” 

“I’ll see you soon?” 

“Of course! I’m missing you already, Tay Tay,” Cameron waved goodbye as she started to walk towards her house. Taylor rolled her eyes, or as close to that as a six-year-old could do. 

Cameron’s smile didn’t fade even as she walked into the house, and she excitedly retold the story to her mother, who smiled at her with the softest eyes. 

“I’m glad you made a friend, you’re going to love it here.” 

“I will!” Cameron agreed excitedly, before digging into her pasta. She started to believe in miracles. 

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Cameron was disappointed when she found out that her first-grade class wasn’t the same as Taylor’s, but she solved it by being the first person out of the classroom as soon as the break bell rang so she could wait for Taylor outside of her classroom. 

They often spent breaks and lunch on the grass, talking about the most abstract thing that Cameron could come up with. 

“Do you think I can touch a rainbow?” Cameron stared out of their third-grade classroom one rainy day, when every child was forced to be inside during break. 

“You’re silly, you can’t touch a rainbow,” Taylor giggled, shoving Cameron teasingly. “It’s just the light hitting water in the right way.” 

Cameron furrowed her eyebrows in thought and brushed a strand of her brunette hair behind her ears. “I’m pretty sure rainbow is solid. Emily always tell me about how her father will take her to a special place so she can touch rainbow.” 

“My mom tells me that rainbow isn’t solid,” Taylor pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. Cameron glanced out longingly at the rainbow. 

“Mama Swift is always right,” Cameron waved sadly to the rainbow before sinking down on the classroom floor beside Taylor. “Maybe one day I’ll make my own rainbow!” 

Taylor laughed, resting her head on Cameron’s shoulder. “I’ll help you. We can be the rainbow inventors! And we’ll make a bunch of money so we can live together and have a huge house.” 

“And a swimming pool,” Cameron added. “And when it freezes in the winter we can ice skate on it!” 

The idea of ice skating had been a new fascination for Cameron ever since her mother signed her up for figure skating class, claiming that Cameron would thank her one day for it. She didn’t like the sport much, but she loved holding Taylor’s hand whenever they went to the ice rink together. 

“And we can have as many as my mom’s cookies as we want,” Taylor exclaimed, sitting up so they were sitting face to face. “I want three cats.”

“I want a dog,” Cameron pouted. “Puppies are so much cuter than cats.” 

Taylor gasped in disbelief, before suddenly lunging forward and tickling Cameron in her weak spot. Her laughter was drowned out by the voices of the other students but Taylor’s words were not. “Take that back!” 

“Make me!” Cameron got up and ran away from her friend, who chased her through the classroom until break ended, and class started once again. 

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When they were twelve, Taylor pulled Cameron into her room one day with an excited grin. “I want to show you something.” 

Cameron laughed all the way in before she was seated on Taylor’s bed. “Don’t say anything until I’m done, okay?” 

Taylor looked nervous, and Cameron reached out for her best friend’s hand, looking into her eyes with a sincere gaze. “Even if you tell me you want to kiss Evan, I will not judge you till the end of the universe.” 

“Ew.” Taylor made a face, and Cameron laughed. “Why would you give me a mental image that I do not need in my life?” 

“Are you feeling better though?” Cameron countered, raising an eyebrow.

Taylor’s eyes turned soft and she nodded. “Much. So you promise no judgment?” 

“Pinky promise,” Cameron held out her pinky, and Taylor linked it together. She had a moment of hesitation before she went to the otherside of her room and pulled out the guitar she got for Christmas. 

“So… I’ve been playing around with the guitar for a little bit, and I wrote a song,” Taylor sat down a few feet away from Cameron and stared at the instrument intensely. 

“Wow, I can’t believe I’m the first person that will ever get to listen to a Taylor Swift Original,” Cameron teased, and Taylor let out a small grin before she strung the first cord. What followed was the most amazing piece of writing Cameron had ever heard from a twelve years old, and if she was left speechless, who could blame her.

Taylor looked up wearily when she strung the last chord, and Cameron found herself suddenly out of the trance the song had put her in. “You, Taylor Swift, are going to be a big name one day. That was… wow… I mean, it’s so good!” 

“Did I just make the Cameron Elsher speechless?” Taylor teased, shoulder more relaxed and at ease than before. 

Cameron rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t express with words how proud she was of her best friend, so she tackled Taylor in a hug, and the two of them talked and cuddled on Taylor’s bed until dinner time. 

“You better remember me when you’re famous,” Cameron threatened teasingly just before she left Taylor’s house. 

“If I become famous.” 

“When,” Cameron corrected, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to Taylor’s cheek. “You can do anything you set your mind to. So if you want to share your music to the world, I know you will achieve that.”