A/N: Hi! I used to be TwiHeart2795 on here, but I can't log into my account anymore. Now, I'm back after like three years! I know, ages! So I was lucky that I still had my story on my computer. I'll update this story twice a month once a week on Fridays. Hope you like it. Also, it used to be a Taylor Lautner Fanfic, but now it's Kellan Lutz. So hope you like!

Mkay, so this is my first story on Fanfiction. I hope you like it. It's a Kellan Fanfic, so yeah This story is dedicated to my friend, Annabel.

I'm writing this fanfic just for her, because she has this huge, and I mean huge crush on Kellan Lutz. Ever since our 7th grade year. Now we're seniors, and I owe her this. I know a lot of other people write ones like these, but hers is a teensy bit different. You see, she's visually impaired. And she is the most wonderful, and sweetest, and coolest person you'll ever meet. This girl inspires me every single day. So, here it goes, the first chapter.

The events mentioned in the story happened to her and us. I am writing it in our friend Lily's POV because we believe she has a lot more to say about these things than we do. Of course the events with Kellan, not so real. In fact, not real at all. Around chapter five or so, is when things get mixed in. That is also when the chapters start in Annabel's POV. With both events that happened, and events that I made up. So read on, and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, Lol, or any events mentioned in this story having to do with Twilight, or any of the actors.

Lily POV

You know those days when you just want to roll over and stay in bed all day, but you can't because you have school?Yeah, today was one of those days. It is April, we're nearing the end of our Junior year. Things were a little rough at the moment. I, along with a few of my friends, were having this serious issue with our English teacher. Okay, okay, this probably sounds really stupid and pointless, but it isn't.

She has this assignment going for us called, "Write a letter to the one celebrity you have a crush on." Yes, I am being serious right now. Our English teacher isn't like any other teacher we know. Her name is Mrs. Weisz. Pronounced Wise. She, does not live up to her name, according to Shelby who caught her on a dating website. She found it bookmarked on her computer in her classroom one day, along with some weird websites on Witchcraft.

But I won't get into that right now, because it would probably take a long time to tell. And I wouldn't want to talk about it anyway, because let's be honest. Who would want to talk about it? I don't. It gives me the creeps!

Anyway, so this assignment. She claims that she knows all their addresses and she'll mail them our letters. Our teacher is something else, I tell you. So, yeah, the issue is, is that she is always, and I mean always losing our work.

The smallest assignments are worth a hundred points! A hundred friggen points! Do you know that all of us are failing because of her? Geez, get real, Weisz!

I roll out of bed, and get dressed in my favorite pair of blue skinny jeans, and pink flower printed shirt, with black ballet flats. I pulled my hair back in a high ponytail, and I went out to the kitchen to eat my breakfast.

I finished, grabbed my bag, said good bye to my parents, and went outside. My ride to school, Ethan was waiting at the curb, in his Mom's GMC truck. He didn't care that people stared. He loved it. It was dark red, and her name was Nellie.

Annabel, one of our close friends had said, "Why in the hell, did you name her Nellie? Why is it a her? Ethan are you crazy? But you know I love you anyway."

Ethan had tousled her hair and said, "Anna, I seriously don't know why her name is Nellie. It just came to me when I first saw her. I'm glad you think I'm crazy, and I know you love me. Who doesn't love me? I'm Ethan Moore."

She had thrown back her head, and laughed.

"Morning, Ethan!" I sang cheerily as I slid in the front seat.

"Shut up. Too early." He moaned, taking a huge swig of his coffee.

"Ethan you're the one that was singing One Direction songs five minutes ago!" Shelby said from the backseat.

Ethan blushed a deep shade of red. He had recently come out of the closet. I, had been a little taken aback by these news.

I won't lie, I had a serious crush on him. All of us girls who knew him did. Even Annabel.

"Okay, one song! And it was "One Thing" Big whoop! You know I'd do Zayn in the backseat any day!"

"Ethan, you are quite the perve." Annabel chimed in from where she sat next to Shelby.

"And are you sure? Harry Styles is actually really cute." She added.

We'd discovered that she could tell if people were attractive by their voice and their personality. Hence her saying Harry Styles was cute. I wouldn't disagree.

"Nah, Harry's too young for me." He said, turning on to Sultana Road, where our school was.

"Shut up. He is older than you by two years, Ethan." Shelby said.

"So? I like them older!" Ethan defended himself.

"Oh, you do, do you?" Annabel said, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Yes, I do. Don't you remember my crush on that Campus assistant at Ranchero?" Annabel grinned, and sighed dreamily.

"Oh… yes, I did too, remember? All of us did, but Lily." She pointed out.

"I didn't, because if my Daddy found out, he'd kill me." I said, turning in my seat to face her.

"Har har! My Mom would have thrown a bitch fit, but she didn't." Annabel said.

"That's you." I said, "I wish I was your sister." Shelby said.

"Why?" Annabel asked curiously.

"Because then I could so go for Peter Facinelli. Damn, he may be in his thirties, but man does he have a body you could just—" Annabel held up a hand.

"Whoah! Whoah! Whoah! Slow down there. You've got it all wrong. Peter may be attractive, but you have to agree when I say Kellan Lutz is by far the sexiest man to have graced this earth!"

"Amen, sister from a different Mister." Ethan whooped.

"Hell no! It's all about Carlisle Cullen!" Shelby said.

Annabel laughed. "Yes, okay. Carlisle is the hottest one out of all of them, but the actor does him no justice!"

"Amen again!" Ethan said, turning into Sultana High School's driveway.

Annabel laughed, and Skelby said,

"Oh, hell no. you've got it all wrong. Peter Facinelli does to do him justice. A lot of it!"

I laughed, and rolled down my window,

"Hey! Darren!" Ethan's boyfriend turned to look at us. We'd just pulled into a parking spot.

He jogged over to us, and said, What's up?"

"Who do you think is hotter? Peter Facinelli, or Kellan Lutz" Shelby asked.

Oh boy, here we go. If you ever asked Darren a question like that, he would take forever to answer. He'd discuss all their quirks, and qualities. Then he'd decide. It could take all day, especially with those choices.

He rested his chin in his hands, pondering it or a second, then it began. Annabel sighed heavily from the backseat.

"Well… first off, Peter Facinelli is two or three years shy of forty. Kellan is twenty eight. now. Kellan sometimes rocks that fabulous tan. and Peter, not so much. Kellan is a way better dresser. However, Peter is Italian. But… Kellan is of German, English, Swedish and Dutch descent. Did I mention German? Kellan is superly muscular and Peter, not so much. And—"

"Okay! I've gotta go to History. The bell's going to ring in a minute. I've got to go." Annabel interrupted.

"Okay, I'll walk with you." Shelby said.

They got out of the truck, with a last wave, before Annabel took hold of Shelb's arm and they jogged away, Annabel not even bothering to use her stick.

The bell rang, and we left the car, Ethan giving it an affectionate pat as he walked away.

"Hey, I thought I was the only one who got those." Darren pouted.

"That's after school." Ethan said grinning. I laughed, "Annabel's right, you are a perve. See you guys in English." I said, before running to Chemistry.

While in Chemistry, where we were doing absolutely nothing because our teacher was absent, I pulled out my assignment for English. This is what I had so far:

Dear Taylor Lautner,

I am writing you this letter, because my English teacher, Mrs. Weisz has given us this assignment to write a letter to the celebrity we have a crush on. Please do not call the police on me, this is all her doing. I am only doing this assignment, so I don't lose another hundred points for it. So, I guess I should say that I have a crush on you. Sound good? Okay. Well, yeah, I do. It's nothing big, really. But I loved you as Jacob Black in the Twilight Saga Movies. Not to mention the fact that you're going to be in Grown Ups II! That is my alltime favorite movie!

Yeah, that's all I had. What else would I say? I'm Lovin' You, Lautner? Uh, no! Definitely not that. I tapped my pencil on my desk for a while, trying to think of what I could ad in. I had only this period to complete it before I turned this in.

This according to the teacher, was the rough draft! She was so lame.

By the time class was over, I had added absolutely nothing. I finished it with:

I guess that's all I had to write. I'm sorry to bug you, I mean, if you ever get this letter, anyway. Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Sincerely,

Lily F.

I shoved it in my binder and walked out the door behind some other students who were talking about The Hunger Games. I met up with Ethan, Annabel, Shelby and Robert near the gym.

"Who didn't finish their stupid letter?" Ethan asked.

Shelby raised a hand. "I tried, but do you know how weird it feels writing it to a guy who's almost forty?"

Annabel smiled, "So you did write it to Peter? Ooh, did you add in the part about how you said that he may be almost forty but his body is—"

"No!" Shelby shrieked.

"Oh, darn." I said. Ethan grinned, "Guess who I wrote mine too?"

Annabel sighed, "Zayn, right?" Ethan laughed.

"You got it." I pulled mine out.

"This one has by far got to be the worst letter I've ever written!" I said, showing it to Ethan. He read through it, hmming, and uh huh-ing as he did so.

He finished and said, "Nice, nice. Looks decent."

"DO you guys want to see mine?" Robert asked.

We nodded. We were at the foot of the stairs to the second floor of the W wing when he began to read.

"Dear Megan Fox—"

"Slut!" Shell Annabel and I shouted. Ethan started guffawing.

"Hey, let me finish, you meanies!" Rob said,

"Dear Megan Fox, this is Rob, your typical high school guy who just so happens to have a crush on you. My English teacher made this an assignment, so this is why I'm writing to you. I guess I have nothing else to say but that. Good night, and good bye,

Sincerely,

Rob N."

We had made it to the door by then, "Oh, won't she just love the quarter page letter?" Shel said sarcastically..

We sat down, and handed in our letters. Rob's was on the top of the stack, "Rob, this isn't a half or full page. You sit right there, and add more to this. Megan wouldn't be happy about this."

'Moron." Annabel said under her breath as she walked away. I choked on my water and it shot out of my nose and mouth. Ethan started laughing again, and Shelby tripped over backpacks to get to the paper towel dispenser.

"O-o-oh m-m-m-my g-g-g-gosh!" Ethan said breathlessly as he bent over laughing.

Mrs. Weisz paid no attention, as I kept choking. Annabel finally reached over and whacked my back, which caused me to burp loudly. That's the one thing I hated, I burped whenever someone smacked my back.

It was the worst thing ever! More so now, that everyone turned and gawked at me. "What? She just burped! Geez, go back to writing your final drafts!" Shelby snapped.

Everyone got quiet, and busied themselves writing. Annabel left a few minutes later to print hers out. When she came back, Ethan said, "It about Harry?"

She laughed, "Nope."

"Then who?" he asked.

"No one special." She said, sitting down.

Ethan snatched it up and read it to himself. When he finished, he set it on her desk.

"I like it."

"Who is it too?" Shelby asked.

"Oh, no one special." Ethan said, repeating the same words she had just said a few minutes before.

When she collected our rough drafts, I was happy to see Rob had written two pages. "Finally you learn how to write a decent letter." I teased.

"Shut up, Mrs. Lautner." He shot back. Shelby laughed, "You wrote it to Taylor?"

I blushed, "Oh, she did! You didn't say you were Lovin' for Lautner did you?" Rob asked. I laughed.

"No, of course not!" I said. Annabel giggled, "Oh, come on! Leave Lil alone. At least she didn't write a letter to Megan Fox."

"Hey, don't judge me!" Rob whined.

"Oh shut up. She's a whore, and you know it!" Shel said. I nodded in agreement. We finished our final drafts, and put them in envelopes. We left a few minutes later, not even hoping for responses, because really, a teacher knowing where they lived? That was a wish come true in my book.

The rest of the day before lunch passed by without event. At lunch, we all met under the overhang by the G Wing. We always dropped our stuff off there with one of our friends, Patrick who watched over it while we went to get our lunch. On our way to the Cafeteria, Annabel had told me who she'd written her letter to.

"Oh my gosh!" I practically screamed her ear off. She grinned. "I couldn't resist. I mean, my gosh! He is a schmexy fellow!" She squealed.

"I know he is, I mean, he definitely did Emmett Cullen a lot of justice in the Twilight Movies."

"You wrote your letter to Kellan Lutz The hot, scrumptious, kissable, lickable, very muscular, extremely sweet, caring, adorable, thoughtful, kind hearted Kellan Lutz?" Shelby asked excitedly.

"yes." She said, blushing. "Oh, how cute!" Ethan said.

"You knew and you didn't tell us?" I said whacking him with my sweater. "Ouch, easy, Lil! I promised I wouldn't."

"He did." Annabel said as we entered the cafeteria. We got our lunches, and were walking back out when I heard someone start screaming. I looked around, and spotted the Drama Queen of the school, Kirstyn Goodall screaming, and bouncing like crazy on some guy's lap.

"He replied! I get to meet Taylor Lautner!" Everyone stopped and stared at her.

"Lies, that's probably not even his real number. Where'd you get It from?" Ethan asked, walking over to where she stood.

She smiled, "I got it off this website that gives you the info, but you have to pay like three hundred dollars. But it's so worth it! I mean, he texted back!" Ethan shook his head.

"Sorry to burst your bubble but honey, you were lied to. Do you honestly think that any celebrity would really put out their number like that? Let alone, let it be given away for three hundred dollars? That number belongs to someone who is pretending to be him. Will you ever stop being such a dumb idiot, Kirstyn"" Shel said.

Ethan stared at her unable to speak. No-one could ever talk to Kirstyn like that and not get punched in the face by one of her many cronies.

Kirstyn couldn't speak. Her mouth kept opening and closing, like a fish out of water.

She glared at her phone, and turned away. Everyone just went back to their activities.

"She is such a blond!" I said.

"No kidding." Annabel muttered.

I laughed, and we went and enjoyed a nice lunch with our friends.

A/N That's just the intro. So, what do you think? Should I continue with it, or not? Thank you.