Taylor Swift goes for a snowmobile ride in the woods one winter day. A big russet coloured wolf jumps out in front of her and next thing she knows she wakes up in a hospital bed in a strange room with a strange man, who has 20 quickly healing stitch...
Before I could continue scouring Jacobs kitchen, there is a soft knock on the door. Jacob gives the door a panicked look. He slowly heads over to the door and opens it, revealing a short woman. She has the longest glossiest hair I have ever seen in my life.
"Taylor this is Emily the doctor that looked after you." Jacob introduces.
I step closer and pull the girl into a hug, and when I get close to her I see why Jacob warned me not to stare at her. There are three long scars running down the right side of her face. I briefly note their existence and divert my gaze as I hug her, whilst whispering a "thank you" because she looked after me whilst I was injured.
She smiles at me kindly and says it was "no problem" to care for me. She enquires after my current state of health. I tell her that my head feels fine, I just have some scabs on my feet. She gives me some traditional salve and informs me that I seem to be fully recovered and can return to normal life. I glance towards Jacob as she says this, but he is steadily avoiding my gaze. After a few more minutes of chit chat, Emily states she has to "get back before Sam starts to worry." She wishes me well and leaves.
"She's so nice!" I tell Jacob as the door shuts.
"I knew you would like her." He smiles.
"And I'm all healed!"
"You are!" He fake enthuses.
"I can go back."
"You can go back or you can..." He starts hesitantly.
"Or I can what?"
"You could stay. Here. Longer." He grits.
I grin at him. "Only if you want me to. Do you want me to stay?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I didn't. You can stay as long as you want."
I smile, pleased. "I think I just might stay a bit longer. You haven't tasted my cookies yet. And I wouldn't want to deprive you of that experience."
Jacobs stomach growling interrupts any further dialogue. We burst into laughter. I suggest we get started on making dinner and Jacob eagerly agrees. I walk over to the kitchen and get out the ingredients for chicken fettuccine Alfredo.
I instruct Jacob on how to make the sauce while I get started boiling the pasta. Jacob is a fast learner and follows my instructions to a t.
"Thanks for teaching me. This is one of my favourite meals my mom used to make. I've been living on noodles and charity for too long it's about time I learn to do things for myself. Thanks." Jacob rushes out as he finishes with the sauce and adds it to the pasta.
"No problem Jake." I smile.
As the fettuccine cooks I grill Jacob about his school years, and for once I don't feel anxious about responding candidly about my own experiences. Jacob was a naughty little rascal, always getting into trouble but getting out of it with his dimples smile and charming manners. He tells me about a particular incident with paper airplanes and cheeky cartoons of the mean kids and is appalled to learn that I have never made or flown paper airplanes.
He teases me about my lack of "proper" childhood experiences until the food is ready. He sets the table while I dish up.
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Over dinner Jacob continues to ask me about all the "essential" childhood and teenage experiences, only to discover that I "missed out" on many. I was so focussed on song writing and music and then my career took off and I was in the spotlight and I guess I missed out.
"We are going to fix this Swift." Jacob states as we finish our meal and he clears the table.
Jacob refuses to let me help with the dishes so I put on the tv. I flick through the channels and come across E. Apparently I am pregnant. Every time I come across a rumour like this it still comes as a surprise and still hurts. I know it shouldn't but it does.
I am so absorbed in my silent fury at the gossips that I don't notice Jacobs approach. He swears at the tv, grabs the remote and switches off the nonsense. He hands me a stack of paper.
"What's this?" I enquire.
"We are going to fly paper airplanes."
I giggle at his serious expression. "Okay," I say clasping the paper in my hands and looking serious,"how do we do this?"
For the next hour, Jacob and I are 12 years old. It is the most fun I have had since the end of the RED tour.
