There we were. Bri and I, sitting there reading Breaking Dawn for the eighth time, as we always do. We were both at the end of our books when the door swung open. Bri and I looked up to find a tall, muscular, tan, guy.
Whoa Bri and I said in unison as we were checking the guy out. We both stared at him with wide, surprised eyes, our mouths hung open as if we ve never seen a guy before, but this guy wasn t just any guy.
Hello there girls, he said in an amazing voice.
Oh my gosh, Bri said as she stood up. I stood up too; I had to make sure this wasn t a dream. I went over to him and touched his arm.
Whoa I said again. That s all I could say. I mean seriously, here is Taylor Lautner in the flesh, right in front of our faces.
Want to go for a ride with me? Taylor asked, once again in that irresistible voice.
All Bri and I could do is nod. Taylor grabbed us both around the waist. I was breath taken when his muscular arm was around me.
Taylor, Bri, and I went to a strange ranch. I ve seen it on TV before. It was the king of pop s ranch. This was so surreal; we were there at Michael Jackson s ranch with Taylor Lautner. He brought us over to a grassy fenced in area. I could see what looked to be a door in the middle of nowhere, no wall supporting it.
Taylor took a huge step forward closer to the door. Bri and I looked at each other exchanging puzzled looks. He slowly turned the handle to the door.
Michael Jackson s ranch disappeared and we were in nothing but white. All white. We looked around to find nothing but Taylor still holding onto us.
Blink on the count of three, Taylor said, still being extremely irresistible. One, Two, Three! We all blinked at the same time. We opened our eyes and we were falling. Falling into darkness.