Part 1

Taylor's P.O.V.

"I am absolutely STARVING," Hayley complains. We've been in the recording studio since 8:00 this morning and not one of us has had a bite to eat.

"We're pretty much done here anyway, Hayles," I laugh. She fakes dying, dramatically clutching her throat and falling to the floor making strangled noises. Jeremy grins and we both lean down and start tickling her. She gives a high pitched shriek and doubles up, swatting at our hands. I laugh. She's so sweet when she's happy. A big smile lights up her face and her laugh is like music... no! I can't like her! She'd never see me as anything more than a friend anyway. I sigh. Hayley picks herself up from the floor and glances at me.

"You ok, T?"

"Me? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. So, what do you say we go to that restaurant you're always going on about?"

"Yesss! Food!" Hayley exclaims and punches the air.

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We're sitting at a table in the corner of a small restaurant, sipping on milkshakes. Our empty plates sit to one side. Hayley is drumming her fingers on the table. Her nails are painted a pearly blue color on one hand, and a neon pink on the other.

"...T? Earth to Taylor!" I snap out of my daydream to the sound of Jeremy's voice.

"Sorry, what?" Jeremy rolls his eyes.

"I said, what do you want to do after lunch?"

"Oh. Well, I was thinking we could go to the woods. It's really peaceful there and there's so many beautiful things to see."

Hayley stops drumming her fingers and looks up.

"That's a good idea! If you guys want, we could have a movie night back at my place," she says. I smile.

"Sounds awesome! You guys done with your drinks?" I ask. They both nod.

"Ok. We'll pay for everything and then go to the woods." I wave over a waiter and give him the money for lunch and then get up and leave.

Hayley's P.O.V.

I run ahead towards the trees, my orange hair flicking in my face. I'm excited for tonight. I hope I can sit next to Taylor. Since I broke up with Chad, he's been especially sweet to me. I look behind me to see him and Jeremy trying to keep up with me. Taylor's chocolate brown curls bounce about as he jogs towards me. The sunlight glints off them and I can't help imagining running my hands through them. Why am I thinking this? He doesn't like me like that! I shake my head.

"Slow down, Speedy González!" shouts Jeremy. I give them a mischievous grin and yell,

"Catch me if you can!" They both laugh and come running after me. I bolt into the woods and hear the twigs snapping under my pumps. I laugh, feeling the wind against my face. Running faster, I dart between the trees and soon I can't hear Taylor and Jeremy behind me. I stop running and lean against a tree, panting. There was no sign of them. Oh well, they'd find me. I look around to see where I am, and that's when I see it. A small brick house. Taylor and Jeremy still aren't here... it doesn't hurt to investigate, right? Of course not. I make my way towards the old, wooden door. I push it and it creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room covered in cobwebs. I take a few cautious steps into the house, but as soon as I'm inside, the door slams shut and somebody pushes me onto the ground. I cry out as my hands hit the floor. The person grabs me by the hair, drags me to my feet and shoves a rag over my mouth and nose. I try to break free but they're too strong. I can feel my strength start to fade away. Whatever is on that rag is slowly making me black out. My struggles become weaker, my muffled screams gradually die off. My feet feebly scrape the ground, and my body goes limp as everything turns to black and I lose consciousness.