A Taylor Lautner Fan Fiction
Eyes Lock
Why does it have to rain now? I straightened my hair for crying out loud! Its going to go all frizzy and I'm going to look horrible. Thanks a lot Mother Nature, really appreciate it!
This is what's going through my head as I walk down the beach with my dog. The waves were crashing onto the beach, erasing my previous footprints that were imprinted onto the soft sand. I thought the weather was going to hold up to take George for a quick walk.
I was wrong.
It was tipping down now, feeling like tiny punches into my forehead. I started to jog towards a palm tree for some shelter, praying it was just a short shower. Of course, George had other plans. Being the playful puppy he is, he ran over towards a large group of people on the beach, hoping someone would throw the ball for him. "Crap," I murmur underneath my breath, "Not now!"
I leave the tree that was keeping me dry and face the pounding rain. In the distance I can see George bounding all over the group of people, placing his muddy footprints all over their clothes and sniffing all through their bags. What on earth did he think he was doing?
"I'm so sorry!" I call as I get in hearing distance of the crowd. "He just wants to play with everyone!"
"That's alright," a friendly voice replied, "My puppy is just the same."
I finally reach the group, out of breath and soaked to the skin. I look around at the people there, all carrying big, heavy, professional cameras. What on earth were they doing in the rain, taking pictures? Sure, Australian beaches are lovely, though when the rain is tipping down, they look like any other grey, miserable beach.
"What's your dogs name?" asked the lady playing with George. I suddenly realized that I was staring all through their stuff, looking like a nosey idiot. "Oh, his name is George," I replied, "We only got him a couple of weeks ago and so he isn't that obedient yet!"
"They come in time," the lady laughed. "I feel so horrible leaving him at home when I travel half way across the globe for work."
"Oh are you a photographer?" I ask, trying to work out where George has gone.
"Yes, I do love my photography. I think George does too!"
I look over to where she was pointing. George was bounding all over the model who was laughing and playing around with him.
"Arrgghh! George! Come here!" I cry, desperately trying to get his attention with a stick. It wasn't working though, he acted like he couldn't even hear me. I gather up the lead and run over to the water, calling his name.
"You've got to be more stern with him," the model laughed, "He won't come if you think he is mucking around!"
"But how can you be stern with that?" I laugh. "He's got me wrapped around his little finger… or paw."
"Good point" the model laughed. It was only now I saw the model was wearing a white shirt, soaked to the bone and outlining his toned stomach muscles. They reminded me of someone but I just couldn't remember whom. I glanced up at the models face, expecting a total prawn (*tear of the head but keep the body!*) but was absolutely dumbstruck to see my absolute favorite movie star and guy fantasy….
"I'm Taylor," he says, laughing at George playing games in the waves "Nice to meet you."
"I'm Annabel," I stammer, "nice to meet you too."
It was now that the rain decided to stop.
