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-Taylor-365

A couple weeks passed

Throughout the ride to earth, Taylor and Nossida telepathically got to know each other so well, it's like they've been BFFLs since they were in diapers. They had a lot in common. Funny, because neither of them believed in the saying, 'Opposites Attract'.

Nossida decided to stay in human form like Taylor. They were escorted to their room and as they unpacked Nossida sang a quiet tune. There was a bunk bed, and Taylor had bottom as Nossida had the top. They both liked to sing, but they had never heard each other. Nossida's voice was like the voice of the guy who sang 'Don't Stop Believing' in the Glee Cast version, but younger.

I'm gonna make you bend and break.
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll,
In case god doesn't show.

Let the good times roll.
Let the good times roll.

And I want these word to make things right,
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life.
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you got,
Better put your fingers back to the keys.

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories,
Even though they weren't so great.
"He tastes like you only sweeter."

Taylor joined in as he sang a little bit louder. Her voice was like the girl's in the same song but again, younger.

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Ohhhhhh.

Been looking forward to the future,
But my eyesight is going bad
in this crystal ball,
It's always cloudy,
Except for when you look into the past.
One night stand.
One night stand off.

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories,
Even though they weren't so great.
"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night yeah and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Ohhhhhh.

They say I only think in the form of crunching numbers.
In hotel rooms,
Collecting page six lovers.
Get me out of my mind.
Get you out of those clothes.

I'm a liner away,
From getting you into the mood.

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories,
Even though they weren't so great.
"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Ohhhhhh.

One more night.
One more time.
Thanks for the memories,
Even though they weren't so great.
"He tastes like you only sweeter."

One night and one more time.
Thanks for the memories.
Thanks for the memories.
"He, he tastes like you only sweeter."

Ohhhhhh.

Just as the song ended, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Taylor said. Just then, the door opened and a staff member peeked his head inside.

"We're gonna let ya' get used to the ship for a week or two, and then do the events or whatever." He said leaving the room and shutting the door.

"Kay . . ."

So a couple weeks passed and then things started getting weird. Taylor woke up and changed in the bathroom. She came out and Nossida was up and dressed.

"First 'Event' today." He said.

"Yeah, I think it was something that had to do with a tank and a narwhal." Taylor answered.

"You mean those whales with the long pointy tusk?"

"Yup." They walked down to the lower deck. Once they arrived, they stood in the small-ish group of criminal aliens. The Commander was up in front facing them.

"Ok everyone, we are about to have our very first event. A random alien will be chosen to go in a large tank with an angry killer narwhal. They will try to survive in the tank for 10 minutes."

"I can't hold my breath for that long!" one large alien called out.

"Have you ever tried? Because the average alien can hold their breath for at least an hour." He said."Any who, let's see who the wheel picks." Then, a big pinwheel popped up beside him with all the alien's names on it. He gently placed a hand on it and spun it. Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick tick, tick . . tick . . .tick . . .tick one final tick and he called out the name.

"Layla!"

"Crap." she muttered and Nossida frowned.