Original Story

No One's POV

She met him in the summer of 1945. It was hot that day; extremely hot, and everyone was walking on the boardwalk, hoping that the ocean breeze would cool them down. Of course, that didn't work. What actually worked is accidentally running into a stranger holding ice water while you're wearing a crop top and shorts. That works.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking at where I was walking." He ranted to her.

"It's fine; a little ice water won't hurt anyone." She laughed. He looked up to see a gorgeous girl. She had golden blonde hair and large, baby blue eyes that lit up when she smiled at him. He, on the other hand, had shaggy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes.

"At least let me make it up to you, it's the least I can do for spilling my water on your shirt." He suggested, giving her a small grin.

"Alright," She smiled, "why don't you buy me an ice-cream."

He laughed, "Alright, come on."

Smiling, she followed him as they pushed through the crowd of people on the boardwalk and right to the ice-cream stand.

"What can I get for you?" The man at the counter asked them.

"Can I get a chocolate ice-cream with rainbow jimmies?" She said to him.

"And I'll get a vanilla cone with chocolate jimmies." He added. The man nodded and went to scoop up their orders.

"You like vanilla? Chocolate's the best." She said as they waited for their ice-creams.

"As if, vanilla is way better." He retorted, smiling at her as she laughed.

She heard a small knock on her bedroom window as she was getting preparing for sleep. Curious as to what the case of the noise was, she slowly walked over to the window, and pulled her cotton curtains back. Looking around into the night, she saw nothing and was about to close her curtains again, when there was another knock.

She looked down, and saw him standing in her yard at midnight, throwing pebbles at her window.

"What are you doing here?!" She whispers to him in the night, just so loud that he would be able to hear her.

"Just get dressed into something formal and climb out of the window when you're done. Trust me on this." He said quietly to her. She sighed indifferently, and closed her shades to get changed.

"I don't know if we should be doing this." She whispered to him as they stood in line to get into a yacht club.

"Don't worry, I do this all the time, we won't get caught," he whispered back, "the key is to act like you belong there."

She nodded nervously and looked at her feet, which wore silver caged heels and she was dressed in a light pink, princess-like dress that ended at the knee. He was dressed like a prince, and passed it off very well. She, on the other hand, was freaking out, the opposite of which a duchess should do. Well, at least she's pretending to be a duchess.

"Come on, we're almost to the front." He told her quietly, taking her soft hand in his. She smiled slightly, relaxing just a bit.

In no time, they were standing on the inside of the party, as she took in the whole scene. There was a large amount of people dancing, standing in line at the buffet, standing outside on the dock, or just talking. The entire place was dressed to the nines.

The song that was blaring through the speakers reminded her of this song that she used to always listen to, it had very happy beat to it, making her grin.

"What a marvelous song." She said, smiling as she looked around the room. He looked over at her, and smiled with her.

"Let's dance." He said, leading her to the dance floor as the song changed to a slow paced one.

She blushed slightly and wrapped her arms around his neck as they swayed back and forth to the music.

About an hour later, they found themselves outside on dock.

"Look at the stars." He said, looking up at the magnificent lights that lit up the night.

"Whoa." She mumbled, looking up at the stars.

Soon, they started to talk about what they wanted to do when they grew up.

"Come on, you're worrying so much about the things you cannot change. You're going to end up singing the blues if you continue to think that way." He told her as he attempted to skip rocks on the ocean.

She shrugged, "What other way am I supposed to think?"

He thought for a moment, "Don't think. Look at the starlight, do you ever believe that you see the same star everyday? You see different ones, like you should see different things around the world, all over the globe, just like the stars. I mean, you dream must dream impossible things, don't you?"

She thought over his advice, and smiled. Maybe he did have a point.

That night, when she got home, all she could think about was him. She couldn't even remember the song that was playing when they walked into the party. Her mind was just reeling with thoughts of him.

Like how he was crazy talking, how he danced with her, his plans for the future; to settle down and have a lot of kids, at least ten. She didn't know what she wanted to do in the future, she thought that it would be a horrid future, just like her parents made her believe; that nothing good ever happens to her.

She believed that for the longest time, until she met him. He turned her world upside down and backwards, and she was always curious. You just never knew what to expect with him. And it's only been forty-eight hours.

When she finally went to sleep, she had a dream about her future. He was in it, and they were married with ten kids. And from that night on, she knew what she wanted to do in her future. She wanted to be his wife, and, with him, have a happily ever after.

And that's just what they did.

So, this was based off of Taylor Swift's new song, Starlight, off of her new album "Red'. The song, she actually wrote about this picture she saw of Ethel and Bobby Kennedy, that she loved, and the song was her interpritation of what their night was. There was a video on youtube . com in which she explains the stories behind each song.

Anyways, I hope you liked it(: