Perfect One For Brian...Or So He Thinks....
As the sun was rising in Orlando Florida, the plane hit the runway and glided to a stop.
This plane was coming from Lexington, Kentucky.
"Good morning everyone! We're now in the Orlando airport runway. Please stay seated until
the plane as reached a complete stop. Thank you for flying TWA and I hope you enjoyed you flight,"
the captain said cheerfully over the intercom. Everyone clapped that they would get off the plane.
The plane stopped and people were getting up. Taylor stayed in her seat. She sat alone, but didn't
want to wait for people to move their asses while she stood in the heat.
Taylor was a 23 year old girl who was born in Israel. She lived there for 8 years then moved to
New York for 11 years. Then she moved to Kentucky. She lived on her own, and now wanted somewhere else
to live. So, she chose Florida. By now, Taylor could speak about 3 different languages. Hebrew, English
and a little bit of Spanish but not enough to hold a conversation. Taylor had long brown hair, green eyes
(that would change with her mood or with the weather) she was slim and was about 5'7". But Taylor was never
tall. She was the shortest girl in her school in middle school. People would tease her and call her a runt.
They even nicknamed her Shorty. Until highschool. That is when all the teasing stopped. She was glad and well,
she was about as tall as all the other girls.
"God, I just want to get the hell out of this hell hole also known as a plane!" Taylor thought to herself.
A flight attendent walked over to her and told her she could leave the airplane. Taylor looked at her then stood up.
She got her carry-on bags then went down the isle and down the stairway. The fresh air attacked her senses. She took
a deep breath and slowly walked down the steps.
Taylor went to the luggage claim. She saw one of her bags and flung it off the rack. Soon, she saw another one of hers
and tried pulling it out but it was stuck. She let it pass by hoping it would come back again.
A little while later, she saw that bag again. She had gotten all of her bags, she just needed to get that one.
"Need some help?" A male asked from behind her.
"Yes! I have tried everything but I can't get that one bag of mine!" She replied.
"You want some help?" He asked.
"Yes please! IT's that blue bag right there," she said pointing her bag out. The male reached out and pulled her back
out like it was nothing. Taylor thanked him a million times.
"By the way, I'm Brian," he smiled introducing himself. Taylor noticed he had a broad face, gorgeous blue eyes, chestnut
brown hair and he had a nice body. And he also had a really nice smile!
"I'm Taylor," she smiled taking his hand and shaking it.
"Kentucky?" Brian asked.
"Lexington," Taylor answered with a smile.
"Really? I was born there!" Brian smiled.
"Yo! Brian! Come on man! We gotta go!" A male called waving him to leave. Brian frowned.
"I guess I gotta go. Here's my number. Call me!" Brian said scrubbling his number on a piece of paper. Taylor took it and smiled.
"Bye! And thanks!" Taylor called. She put his number in her pocket and left the airport.
Three hours later, Taylor was out of the airport and in her new Royal blue Jeep Wrangler looking for the house she bought. It was a huge 15 room
house with 3 or 4 bathrooms and two garages. The driveway was a BIG half circle that pulled right up to the front of the house that had a little trial
on the left side leading to the garages. In the back, there was a big ass pool and on the side there was a little hot tub. The second floor had bed rooms.
Taylor chose the biggest room for her bed room that had a patio on it that looked out over to the pool. Under the patio, there were rooms on the pool deck.
Taylor decided to make them the changing rooms.
As Taylor pulled to the front of the house, there was a HUGE gate with big brick columns on the side. There was a red evnelope on one of the brock columns and
Taylor picked it up. She opened it and inside was a letter from the person who sold her the house. It said:
Taylor McMain, the code to get in is 1169. You can change that by clicking on the edit button which is on the inside of the front door on the main wall. The first
choise that pops up should be 'Password' and so you can change it if you'd like. Thanks! Joe Rollide.
Taylor smiled and punched in the code. She decided that the car would get hot if she kept it outside, so she parked it in her garage. She got out and just smiled.
Then, she heard voices. Taylor grinned and jumped onto the top of the wall and looked down.
"Hi!" She smiled when she saw Brian's face.
"Taylor! Hey! How are ya? Long time no talk!" Brian laughed.
"I'm cool! I just got my new house. I love this place!" Taylor smiled.
"Cool. Can we come over to check it out?" Brian asked.
"Well, who is that and maybe I'll let you in," Taylor giggled.
"This is my buddy, Howie," Brian said. Taylor flung her hand in Howie's face.
"Hi! I'm Taylor!" She giggled. Howie took her hand.
"Hello Taylor," Howie smiled.
"Come on in! I'll open the gate for you," Taylor smiled. She jumped down from the wall, and ran inside the house
and punched in the code. Brian and Howie walked in the gates.
"Whoa! This IS a gorgeous house!" Brian said wide eyed.
"I know! I totally adore it!" Taylor nodded in agreement. "Hey, you guys wanna come in and get a drink?"
"I can't. I have to get going. I'm going to my girlfriend, Krystin's house tonight," Howie frowned.
"Oooh! Howie's gettin' freaky!" Taylor giggled. Brian broke into laughter and Howie just blushed.
"I'll come in," Brian smiled. Taylor smiled and Howie left.
When Brian got into her house, he bust a gut laughing. Taylor asked what he was laughing about and he told her it was nothing.
She knew he was joking with her but he didn't care. Then she realized why he was laughing. She had no furniture or anything in her house so she couldn't really get him a drink. She blushed and thought of how stupid she was.
A few weeks later, Brian and Taylor had spent so much time working on her house that Brian got carried away with the time a lot. He was late for practice and he almost forgot that he had to tour soon.
"Taylor. You know how I'm a Backstreet Boy and all right?" Brian began. Taylor nodded. "Well... we start our tour in a week. I'm so sorry and I wish I could stay longer, but I can't," he frowned.
"What? You can't leave! I still have a house to finish up! I can't do this without you!" Taylor cried.
"Shh...yes you can. I know you can. I'll be back in March," he said hugging her.
"But it's May! You're gonna be gone for so long! You're going to be gone for...for like 10 months! Brian please don't go," Taylor said crying into his chest.
"I wish I could stay Tay. But I can't. That's business. And I wish I could take you on tour with me, but I can't. Managers rule," Brian soothed. Taylor just cried. Her best and only friend in Florida was leaving and she would have no help in getting her house together. She seriously was gonna miss Brian.
A week later, Brian had to leave. Taylor was at the airport with the other guys. It was a hard goodbye, but they did it.
As the guys were taking off, Taylor watches the plane go from her car. A tear slipped down her cheek.
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