(Disclaimer: I do NOT own any non-fictional characters)

A/N: Look! Another chapter. Please, please, please keep reading. The story is going to be so good.

MARIE'S POV;

Today is Saturday, which means it's the day Taylor and I go out. Yesterday night, he texted me about the details we were going to do today. Well, not exactly all the details because he wouldn't tell me. But he did tell me that he was going to pick me up at 12 P.M. I wonder what we're going to do today? Here I am standing in front of my mirror, deciding what to wear today. Right now, it's just 11 A.M. so I guess I have enough time to pick out clothes. Oh come on, it can't be that hard to pick out something to wear. But for crying out loud, I'm going out or hanging out with Taylor Lautner. He sees me everyday at school wearing clothes though. Oh just pick something Marie. After awhile on pondering and thinking of what I was going to wear, I finally decided on blue skinny jeans, a tuck-in light blue v-neck shirt, and with brown leather boots. There, that looks okay, right? Hmm, I was deciding whether I should tie my hair up or leave it down? Hmm, I'll just tie it up. After putting my eyeliner and grabbing a snack, I heard the beep horn outside my house. I looked out the living room window and saw Taylor's car outside. I grabbed my bag and stepped out the front door. I walked up to the passenger side of the car and got in. Taylor was wearing his usual clothes, which he always looked fashionable in.

"Good afternoon." Taylor said to me as he backed out of the driveway. "Good afternoon to you too," I replied back. The weather outside was a cool breeze with the sun shining. It was a perfect day to go out.

"So, where are we going?" I asked Taylor who just kept driving. I waited for an answer and kept looking at him. Still waiting, I thought. Oh jeebus, he's not going to answer me. I then punched his arm and said, "Hello? Where are we going?" Ouch, that hurted when I punched him. Him and his dumb muscles. He just smiled and looked straight ahead, still driving, not telling me anything to where our destination is. After about 30 minutes of driving, Taylor then cut his engine and got out of the car. I looked around and saw that we were really nowhere and all I saw outside was just a big wall. I groaned and got out of the car. Taylor was walking up to the wall and I saw that there were paint and brushes on the floor. I walked up to him and said, "Do you mind telling me where we are?"

He turned around and said, "We're somewhere where no one can find us. And here we have is a big wall." I looked at the wall and said, "Okay? I can see that, but what are we going to do?"

He sighed and said, "Don't you remember your list?" #2 paint/decorate a wall, right? Well, here we are. Let's get started, okay?" Wow, I thought. Is he really doing this for me? He went back to his car and opened his trunk. He got out two painting overalls and put one on. He gave me one of the painting overalls and told me to put it on. I did what I was told and put it on and stood next to Taylor.

"Okay, so what do we do now?" I asked him. Taylor responded, "Let's paint." I smiled and we both grabbed a big paintbrush. There were about 7 different paint colors, which were red, yellow, purple, blue, orange, green, and white. I dipped my paintbrush in purple, which was my favorite color. Taylor dipped his in blue, which of course was his favorite color. For a second, we just stood there, staring at the wall. He looked over at me and said, "So, what do you want to paint? You go first, it's your goal anyway." I then thought about what I was going to paint and honestly, I didn't know what to paint.

"I honestly don't know what to paint, though." I said to Taylor. "Hmm, why not just let your mind flow and do anything?" He suggested. He was looking at me and was waiting for my next move. Just let my mind flow and do anything, I thought. Why not? I then pulled my left hand back and flung my hand forward, splatting my purple paint onto the wall. I kept doing that until I needed more color. My next color was white and continued to splat on the wall. I noticed Taylor just standing there, watching me. "Hey dork! Splat with me!" I said, smiling big. He smiled back at me and started splatting his blue paint onto the wall. After 10 minutes into laughing and splatting the wall, Taylor said, "You know I didn't know you were going to do that. I thought you were going to let your mind flow and do anything."

"I did and this is what my mind told me to do. So I did it." I said. I continued to splat more paint and I didn't notice that Taylor stopped splatting paint onto the wall. Out of nowhere, I suddenly feel a cold, wet liquid on my right arm. I turn to look at my right arm and see it was the color of Taylor's paintbrush. I turn fully around to see Taylor grinning wide and laughing. This calls for wartime. He better pay back for it.

"Oh, it's on!" I shouted and dipped my paintbrush into the color, red. I then flung the paint toward Taylor's face. I started laughing and said, "Hahaha, red matches your face!" He then ran to one of the paint bucket and dipped his paintbrush into it and started splatting paint on me. I tried hiding my arms with my face, but of course it was no use. I grabbed one of the paint bucket and started to do the same. He started running around the area we were in and kept trying to splatter me with paint. "Oh you better run Taylor!" I exclaimed while running after him, also trying to splatter paint onto him.

"Catch me if you can!" He said and laughed. We continued on for about 20 minutes and finally he surrendered. He sat on the floor against the wall and was breathing heavily. I sat down next to him, also breathing heavily. We were both so tired and we were covered in paint. All different colors of paint and it was all over us. Our hair, our face, our hands, our arms, and all over our overalls. Thank goodness, our under clothes were clean and safe. "Man, that was fun! Never have I ever done that!" Taylor exclaimed. I laughed and said, "Yeah, it was. I'm just so tired!"

"I know, me too." He said. I looked at the wall and saw that it was so beautiful. It was covered with pretty, color combinations. It almost looked like it was shaped like a big heart. So cool, I thought and weird too. "Look, it looks like a heart, right?" I pointed to the wall. Taylor looked up from behind up and stared at it for a moment. "Wow, it actually does. We make a great team!" He said and held out his hand for a high-five. We high-fived and laughed. I looked at myself again and I looked at Taylor. We were a complete mess, how are we supposed to go home? "Hey, we're all covered in paint. What do we do?" I asked Taylor. He looked at me and said, "Hmm, why not come over to my house? You can shower there and your clothes are clean anyway. Oh and my mom wants to see you anyway. Don't worry; my dad and Makena aren't there. They're at this party thing."

"Sounds good, let's go. I want to get out of this paint. Aw, your mom wants to see me? That's sweet of her. And thank goodness your dad and Makena aren't there." I said. Taylor laughed and we got into his car. Once we were on the road, I noticed that his seats were going to be covered in paint and of course they were. I leaned forward immediately and said, "Oh my gosh, Taylor. I'm so sorry, your car. It's going to be covered in paint."

"Oh, don't worry about it. I can always clean it. Lean back, Marie." He said to me. I shrugged my shoulders and leaned back into the seat. We finally arrived at his house and once his mom saw us, she laughed. "Mom, what's so funny?" Taylor asked.

"Nothing, nothing. Why are you guys covered in paint?" 'Mom' asked. "Because Taylor completed one of my goals on my list that I wanted accomplished before I don't have time to do it," I explained to her. "Wow, a list huh? That's pretty smart you know?" She said.

"Yeah, it is pretty smart, right?" Taylor said. I smiled at that. Mom suddenly said, "Oh, I bet you both want to be clean, now don't you?" Taylor and I both nodded and laughed a small laugh. "Well then, Taylor go shower in your bathroom and I'll take Marie to another bathroom."

"Okay, sure. See you later, Marie." Taylor said and walked up the stairs and went into his bathroom. Mom led me up the stairs and down the hall, was another bathroom. "Here you go, Marie. You can take a shower here. There's an extra towel in there and all the bathroom stuff you need is in there," Mom said. I thanked her and went inside the bathroom. Wow, the bathroom was big and beautiful, I thought. It had a big bathtub, with a wide mirror. It had two sinks and the toilet was censored like it flushed automatically. So cool, haha. I then took off my overalls and put them on the floor. I'll just give that to 'Mom' later. Man, it was weird how I have to call her that. I took off my clothes and hopped into the bathtub. I turned on the water and proceeded to get clean. It took me about a good 20 minutes until I was done cleaning myself. I was paint – free! I put back my clothes on and blow-dried my hair. Brushed it and walked out the bathroom. It looked like Taylor was done showering and I'm guessing he's in his room. I walked down the stairs and saw Mom. I gave her the overalls and told me that she'll throw it in the washer. She told me to wait for Taylor and that I can just watch T.V. She was going to go gardening in their backyard. I went over to one of the living rooms and turned on the T.V. After 5 minutes of watching a cooking show, Taylor went downstairs.

"Look, we're squeaky clean!" Taylor said. I laughed and said, "We sure are." Taylor sat down next to me on the couch and took the remote from me. He turned off the T.V. and put the remote on a nearby table.

"Hey!" I said.

"What? Were you watching that?" He asked me. Honestly, I wasn't.

"Well, no but-" I said, but was interrupted. "So then, let's go out to dinner." Taylor suggested. I was shocked, dinner with Taylor?

"Won't the paparazzi see us and they might think wrong like they always do?" I asked him just in case.

"Of course they'll see us, but who cares? Think what they want to think." He said.

"Okay, if you say so. Let's go to dinner then." I said.

"Good!" He said excitingly. We both got up and we told Mom that were going out to dinner. She told us to be safe and have fun. We went out the house and into the car. "So where are we going to eat dinner?" I asked Taylor. "You'll see," he said. Oh, I knew it. He's not going to tell me anyways. We arrived at this fancy restaurant, which I know I couldn't even pay for. We got out of the car and walked into the restaurant. I looked around and saw that a lot of the people here were wearing formal clothes. I looked at what I was wearing and said to Taylor, "We aren't even dressed right for this." He looked at our clothes and smirked. "Who cares what people think," Taylor whispered to me. He was right, who cares? A waiter led us to our table for two and we sat in our chairs. Our waiter gave us our menus and told us their specialties. We first ordered drinks. I just got water and Taylor got coke. We looked at our menus and we were deciding what to order. All I can mostly see were steaks with this and steaks with that. I looked at the front cover of the menu and guess what the restaurant was called? It was called, "Steak a le Palace" No wonder why he wanted to eat here, I thought.

"So, do you know what you want to order?" Taylor suddenly asked me. I looked at him and said, "No idea. They're mostly steaks."

"You don't like steaks?" He asked me in a worried tone. I giggled and said, "No, I love steaks actually, but there's just so many combinations that goes with it. I can't deicide."

He smiled and said, "Just get what I'm getting. I order it all the time." I agreed and the waiter took our order. While we were waiting for our steaks, we talk and talked about the painting we did and the paint war we did earlier.

"That was fun, you know?" Taylor said.

"I know, right? Thank you by the way," I said.

"No problem, #2 check!" Taylor exclaimed. I laughed and looked around the restaurant. Nobody really seemed to notice Taylor Lautner was in here.

"Why aren't people going up to you and asking you for your autograph?" I asked Taylor.

"Oh, because I go here all the time. At first, when I came here a lot of people asked me for my autograph. After awhile, the crowd died down and now it feels normal." Taylor explained.

"Wow, you know the school's going to died down too. They're not going to be following you around anymore." I said. He laughed.

"I know. I can't wait until that happens. I love feeling normal." Taylor said.

"Yeah, it's a great feeling," I said. Our food came and we digged in. We didn't notice how hungry we were until now. After, eating and talking we finished our food. Taylor paid the bill and he knew I couldn't even afford the bill. You should have seen it. Just as we were about to exit, we could already see the paparazzi outside waiting. Looks like someone told them about Taylor being here and that he bought a girl with him. Oh great, I thought. We both took a deep breath and walked out of the restaurant. Camera lights were flashing everywhere and Taylor put his arm around me. Probably to not get me lost and lead me out of this crowd. It took a good 4 minutes to get to the car. They kept asking questions like, "Is she your girlfriend?" or "Are you on date?" or "Kiss her, kiss her." To think of it, it was funny but I didn't want to smile. I looked over at Taylor and saw that he had a serious face. He opened the passenger side for me and I got in. He went around the car, to the driver seat and got in.

"Whew! Man, that was hard." Taylor said.

"What was hard?" I asked him curiously.

"How they were asking those questions. Are you alright?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little woozy from the lights, but that was fun." I said. He laughed and started the engine.

"Let's get you home." Taylor said. We finally got out of the parking lot and he drove me home. Once we got to my house, Taylor just let the engine run.

"I had fun today. Thank you Taylor for everything. Now I can go and cross off #2 on my list." I said.

"Yeah, I had fun too. How about this? Why don't we go somewhere again on Tuesday since we get out early that day? I have another surprise for you," Taylor suggested.

"Sure, why not. I am more than ready for a surprise," I said and laughed. He laughed and told me to get inside before my dad gets mad.

"Okay, bye and thank you again." I told Taylor as I got out of the car.

"Again, no problem." Taylor responded.

"Goodnight," I said. "Goodnight to you too," Taylor said.

I walked to my front door and went inside. Wow, I thought. What is this feeling I'm feeling again?

TAYLOR'S POV;

Wow, I thought. What is this feeling I'm feeling again?

A/N: So what do you think? I think they're falling hard for each other. What surprise does Taylor have in store for Marie again? PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW/SUBSCRIBE :D