---------------Ross's Dreams------------------------
(In a dark room, with a blindfold on his head, tied to a chair, Ross. And Blindfolded beside him is his closest brother...Riker).
Taylor: Well, I see that I got two lynches joining our party.
Ross: Who's there?! Why am I tied up. Can you get me out....
Taylor: No, and I'm afraid I can't let your friend go either.
(Taylor reaches and pulls the blindfold off him).
Ross: Taylor?!??!, what's going on!!
Taylor: Look to your right Sherlock!
(Ross looks to his right to find his bloody brother tied to a chair).
Ross: Riker!! What did you do!!?!?!
Riker:(moans) they beat b-beat me up (coughs)
Ross: WHO!! who beat you
Riker: Tay-- an--(coughs) terro--(passes out)
Ross: Taylor!, terrorists!..what?!??
Taylor: Okay, looks like he's dead, take him away girls.
(Laura Marano and Maia Mitchell walk from the shadows)
Laura: (grins) What you get for leaving Austin and Ally. Happy?
Maia: I just hate you.
(Maia and Laura drag the dead body to the shadows, and was gone....)
Ross: Wait! Come back with my brother! He's not dead! He's--
Taylor: Dead!, Ross, he's dead...like your going to be.
(Taylor reaches into her pocket and pulls out a four inch, serrated, knife).
Ross:(mumbles) No...no...no. He's not dead. He's not dead.
Taylor: Stop mumbling! I'll make this fast and painful!
(Taylor wipes off the bloody thing, walkes toward him and sets the knife at his heart)
Taylor: Time to die.
Ross: Nooooo...!!!
(Ross wakes up, still in the cabin where which he fell asleep)
Ross:(gasps, waking up) Riker!!
Ross's thoughts: Whew, that was...weird. I'd better give Riker a call, to make sure everyone is cool. If Riker died I'd probably die too. Socially, physically, and mentally. Thing is Riker is actually my fraternal twin, we were born at the same time, well, not the EXACT time. But, we have the same birthday. On December 29. I was born in 1995, he was born in 1991.
(Ross get out of bed to walk into the kitchen finding Taylor making pancakes).
Ross: Morning Taylor, what's up?
Taylor: Nothing, hey you okay? You were mumbling something in your sleep. Something about no and dead...I don't know.
Ross: It was just a bad dream. I'm going to call my family to make sure they're okay. I'll talk to you later.
Taylor: Okay, but hurry, I made breakfast so we can leave bright and early.
Ross: Leave for what?
Taylor: Idiot,(giggles) we need to go to my mom so we can pick up the clothes for the dance. Remember?
Ross: Right
(Walks out of room)
Ross: Alright, time to call the fam.
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The Secret Life of Ross Lynch (DISCONTINUED)
Fanfiction17 year old Taylor's life was great, until she found out that she was moving to California. She and her family work for the spy association T.T.A. Her parents assigned her to protect 18 year old Ross lynch from a group of terrorist fans from all ove...
