But like most things that happened to Taryn and Jennifer, this was just a dream. It was all a dream, because they woke up in Westin Hills.
"Wha?" Taryn asked, unable to comprehend this, it all seemed so real.
"SHIT! IT WAS JUST A DREAM! FUCKKKKK!" Jennifer screamed.
The shock value for them wasn't that it was a dream, it was that they didn't know what was real.
Did they hang out with Dokken? Or was it a fantasy?
Did they really hang out at motels in the sleazy downtown of Springwood in the middle of the night?
Did George Lynch really help them discover there fears? Or was it an obssession gone terribly wrong?
Both Jen and Taryn were so confused.
What was going on? They were so confused.
Taryn looked frantically for the skull ring.
"WHERE IS IT?" Taryn screamed.
"Where is what?" Jen asked.
"THE RING GEORGE FUCKING LYNCH GAVE ME!" Taryn screamed.
"George Lynch? George Lynch? Huh! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!" Jen asked, shaking Taryn abruptly.
"It was a dream." Taryn sniffed.
"It never happened. We never hung out with Dokken. Never. Just a dumb ass fantasy." Taryn said, coming to realizations.
"Figures as much." Taryn added on, plopping down on the bed.
"Girl, your sick. Realize that." Simms said, as she randomly walked into the room.
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO!" Taryn said, staring out the window.
"We'll your going to have to." Simms said, and she walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.
END NOTES: Okay, this is it! The ed of the story.
It turned out it was just one huge ass nightmare.
Dokken never hung out with them, though it may have seemed real. But couldn't any of you tell, that this was so over the top?
It needed to end before it got too bad. I think the story was going in the right direction, I just did a bad job with steering it in the desired position.
But thanks to all those who did read and review... it means alot.
And honestly, I'd love to know if anyone affliated with Dokken, past or present evr stumpled apon this.I highly doubt it, ut that would be something!