☆Respect another person's taste of music. It is a kind of manners.

☆Taylor's original version is not on YouTube so I can't put it up there ^ . Play the song with Spotify or other sources along the reading.

Getaway Car
(Taylor Swift)

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One thing I always laugh in every movie is how they have a masquerade, and with just one mask everyone seems to not recognize the other.

In real life, of course, you can pick out everyone behind the mask, even with their face all covered up. I saw Thor wearing a mask making his eyes glowing in light blue. I saw Loki wearing a mask with horns, he looked awesome.

Then I saw Hela wearing similar thing to Loki, they were both in green, and I started to think that Thor was the adopted one.

I spied on almost everyone in the ballroom that it was certain that Peter Parker wasn't here.

Fine. He's probably somewhere with Michelle. Thinking of them making me depressed so when the waitress passed by I took one glass of champagne and took it all in.

"That's five..."

I turned around to see Natasha, she looked... so hot. I would've given up on Peter and hit on her if she didn't already have a girlfriend.

   "Yeah. I need to get drunk."

   "He shows up yet?" She sipped hers as well.

   "Nope. Maybe he won't and so the story of us will be left unsaid like a cliffhanger between a chapter in a book."

   "Classic." She said.

   The two of us spied more on other people who were dancing, soft jazz was playing slowly in the background.

   "You are nominated for best singer of the year at BBN award, did Steve tell you that?" She asked.

   "Yeah, last night. I screamed and accidentally slapped Bucky because of excitement." I gave her a wry smile.

   "But you know who's also been nominated, right?"

   "Peter?"

   "Yup. And another one...?"

   "Ugh... Wanda?"

   She nodded and walked away over to Sharon, they both danced together in the ballroom.

   I want to win, this is like the greatest award anyone like me can achieve, but I know Peter also wants it, that's his biggest dream to begin with. But then also, in the end, Wanda deserves it than us.

Someone patted me on my shoulder, I turned around and saw...

Pietro.

Even with his mask on, I recognize him right away. Sure he fucked me up, but everything fucked me up, and even though it was a terrible ending, we had a great time at some point. That lips I have kissed, that hands I have touched, too.

"I see you are free, mind having a dance with me?

"Hell fucking no." I said.

"With all the people that are looking I suggest we should play along as the media said, (Y/n) and Pietro remained great friends after the breakup." He smiled and I had bad feelings.

But I looked around and yes, all eyes were on us, I had no choice but to take his hands.

On the dance floor we moved slowly along the sound of the music, this was the red carpet for charity, after so we all put on mask and dance, and all the cameraman are allowed to walk around inside, I'm being watched all the time.

   "How are you holding up?" Pietro asked.

   "Wonderfully depressed." I replied without looking at him.

   "Peter Parker left you again?"

   "Why do you care?"

   "Well, I saved you the first time he broke your heart."

   "I can handle myself this time. What is it that you want now? Your songs lost views after breaking up with me or something Pietro?" I asked sarcastically, expecting for him to deny it but he didn't.

   "..."

   "What, are you forcing yourself back into my life for fame again?" This time my question was blunt, and it hurt me to know that's all he ever wanted from me.

   "Since your reputation is so big I was hoping you could share some." He smiled.

   I rolled my eyes so far back. "Well, it's not going to work. We are never ever ever getting back together. And yes I quoted your sister's song."

   "We don't have to really get back together to create a drama," He paused.

   And in the moment of confusion, he kissed me in front of all the cameras.

   I pushed him off with all my strength and I stared at him shockingly.

   He smiled and continued. "We just have to fool them to think that we are."

   That's enough to lit all kind of heats in me, I was angry, humiliated and sad for all the drama in my life that just seemed like it wouldn't end.

   In an hour from now they'll be plenty of articles of me and Pietro's reunion, or slut-shaming me for my complicated love life. And all of them are lies that deep down everyone knows but people choose to believe it anyway.

Because dragging people down makes them feel better about themselves.

   I walked away, taking off my mask and threw it away, I walked right out the event, along the red carpet with groups of cameramen followed me, taking pictures. I just have to get away, I just have to get out of here.

   I'm at the end of the red carpet, still being chased by flashing lights, I felt like I've met a dead end, not just this run but everything, like even how hard I try I won't ever be happy.

   And that's when a car parked right in front of me.

   Like Déjà vu. Like seeing the same situation on repeat. Peter Parker rolled his window down.

   "Get in." He said.

   How ironic life is. The one who breaks your heart plenty of time is also the only one who saves you plenty of time.

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   He was driving the getaway, again.

   I noticed he was wearing suit and tie, his mask was in his bag, I guess he planned to attend the red carpet but he was late as always.

   He wasn't with Michelle, also.

   I let silence speak for us for a while. I had no idea where he was heading to. It seemed he didn't know, too. We were just driving ahead with no destination like our relationship.

   "How many time has this happened?" I asked softly.

   "This?" He asked softly back.

   "Me running away from something and you were always there to pick me up."

   "We lost count." He said and we smiled sadly at each other. Then, as if he cared, he looked at me. "Listen, I--"

   I stopped him. "It's okay. I don't need to know what happened between us, or you and Michelle, I wanted to talk about how this all is going to go."

   "..." He was silent for a while but the answer was worse. "I don't know, neither."

   "Maybe we should finally accept that we were meant to fall in love but not to be together." I said.

   "..."

   "But I'm thankful. For everything. And I completely understand if you put your job and dream in front of me."

   "I'm sorry."

   "I'm sorry, too." I whispered. The quiet ride continued until we found a little motel on the side of the road, the neon sign was glowing blue. It started raining and so we decided to stop by.

   We ran inside the motel's little bar, it was almost empty, we sat on the seats, ordered something hot for us to warm up.

   After a couple of sips, I smiled out.

   "Remember that getaway car after I saw Pietro kissed Jane?" I asked him.

🎼Play the song at this part🎼
[I suggest to play Taylor's original version]

It was the best of time the worst of crime.
I struck a match and blew your mind.
But I didn't mean it.
And you didn't see it.

   "I remember." He said.

The ties were black, the lies were white.
In shades of grey in candlelight.

   "I wanted to leave him." I said with an honest smile. "I needed a reason."

   He smiled sadly back.

X marks the spot, where we fell apart.
He poisoned the well, I was lying to myself.
I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed.
We never had a shotgun shot in the dark.

   And so I told him. "You were driving the getaway car. We were flying but we'd never get far... So don't pretend it's such a mystery. Think about the place where you first met me."

We're riding in a getaway car.
There were sirens in the beat of your heart.

Should've known I'd be the first to leave.
Think about the place where you first met me.

   "I'm sorry it all ended this way." He said and I knew he meant it.

   "Don't be. We had a great time and I won't regret a second of it. Every time you saved me I am grateful."

   Because,

It was the great escape, the prison break.
The light of freedom on my face.
But you weren't thinking.
And I was just drinking.

While he was runnin' after us, I was screamin', "go, go, go!"
But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow.
And a circus ain't a love story.
And now we're both sorry.

I scoffed. "Now we're both sorry."

X marks the spot, where we fell apart.
He poisoned the well, every man for himself.
I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, we were cursed.
It hit you like a shotgun shot to the heart.

"I forgive you." I said. "For everything."

He was too vulnerable, he couldn't even look at me in the eye, and I knew he thought he had more time to talk us out but not for me, I'm putting an end to all of this tonight.

It's like he knows this is the last time for us. But he was still fighting with himself of letting me go. Peter Parker stood up from the seat. "I'll grab something for you to eat, you must be so tired." And he walked away.

And I was there, deciding, hesitating, and feeling sorry. I am so sorry, but this has to end.

No, nothing good starts in a getaway car.

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde. Until I switched to the other side.

I got out of my seat, heading out of the place, leaving him behind.

It's no surprise I turned you in. 'Cause us traitors never win.

And now,

I'm in a getaway car.

I left you in a motel bar.

Put the money in a bag and I stole the keys.

That was the last time you ever saw me.

I hit the road in his car with tears of relief, but it was also mixed with sorrow, I had to end this endless circle of us, I had to and I apologize. The worst in me brought out the worst in him, and the best in us was too tired to fight for it.

We were riding in a getaway car.
There were sirens in the beat of your heart.
Should've known I'd be the first to leave.
Think about the place where you first met me.

Two headlights cut through the middle of the night as I left all of our dreams behind. For all those time he helped me getaway things, now it's me getting away from him.

I was riding in a getaway car.

I was crying in a getaway car.

I was dying in a getaway car.

Said goodbye in a getaway car.

Riding in a getaway car.

I was crying in a getaway car.

I was dyin' in a getaway car.

Said goodbye in a getaway car.

"Good bye Peter."

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Neko: The story hasn't ended yet, just sayin ;)