Bad but Good but WRONG(A Taylor Caniff/MagCon fanfiction)

Chapter 25

Rianne's POV

Afte Jessa and I got all dolled up, we went downstairs to find a casual looking duo of trouble. Hayes and taylor were both wearing jeans, a white(hayes) and blue(Taylor) button ups and both were wearing grey van. Taylor had a gray bandana and hayes a white. Oh my, Taylor was turning Hayes into a mini him!

"Woah, you guys look amazing!" Taylor complimented.

"Thanks. Not to bad yourselves," I said with a smile and adding a wink at the end.

Taylor grabbed my hand and we all walked out of the door. Taylor hopped into the driver side with me in the passenger seat and Hayes and Jessa in the back. We were taking everyone to Six Flags. The car ride was long and boring but finally we got there.
SKIP SIX FLAGS
"oh my gosh that was so fun!" Jessa practically yelled.
"Calm calm calm Jessa!" I giggled.
We all had a laughing fit on the way to the car. We finally found ours and hopped right in. About an hour later, I look back to see Jessa unbuckled with her head in Hayes's lap. Hayes's head was slumped forward in a really uncomfortable position. When I turned back around, I just barely saw it before it slammed into us, head on. I quickly tried to block the center so Jessa wouldn't fly forward but I didn't move fast enough. She flew through the wind shield. I screamed and looked at Taylor. His head was laying on the steering wheel with blood streaming down his face. My head felt light but I tried to stay awake but I wish I wouldn't have. Next I saw miles, with a gun.
"This is what you get..." He said before he shot Taylor.
I screamed and woke up in a drenching sweat. I looked around me. Taylor, alive and looking worried, Hayes and Jessa, stirring in the back, and finally my own terrified expression seen in the window.
"Are you okay?" Taylor asked.
"Yeah just a bad dream," I said, still startled.
I whipped around to face Jessa.
"Seatbelt. NOW!" I yelled, even though I didn't mean to.
She didn't ask questions. I guess she figured by my expression and tone. About half and hour more and we arrived home. I ran out of the car and to my from. I hurriedly removed all my make up and threw my hair into a high messy bun. I slipped off my dress and left the bathroom in my spandex and tank top. I grabbed one of Taylor's sweatshirts and sat on the bed on my phone. I went on Twitter and Instagram and followed a couple people. I out a selfie of all of us on both and captioned it "day with my bffs😄❤️" and tagged all of them Taylor came up right after and changed right away. He just stripped off his jeans to reveal basketball shorts and took his shirt off and then jumped on me. He began tickling me. He stopped for a moment and stared at me.
"I see my favorite sweatshirt is also yours!" He smirked.
"Oh I'm sorry I just grabbed one. Do you want it?" I asked feeling bad.
"Nah, you look cute in it. Cuter than me."
I gasped and giggled. I then pecked his lips.
"What was that for?" Taylor asked.
"Are you complaining?" I asked.
"No."
"Well just because your so kissable. Now I'm freaking tired. Goodnight faggot."
"Goodnight bitch."
I smiled to myself then drifted to sleep.