Not So Average Promise of an Average Girl - Taylor Lautner Fan Fiction

Chapter 6: Haunted Modeling

Taylor Lautner Fan Fiction

First book: The Not So Average Love Story of an Average Girl

Sequel: Not So Average Promise of an Average Girl

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Big shoutout and dedication to my best friend here on wattpad who helped me tremendously on this chapter. Your advice definitely helped. It still amazes me sometimes how much we have in common, but you're fun to talk to. This chapter is dedicated to you. :)

Chapter 6: They want me to be a model.

 The look on Taylor's face right now was priceless. He was genuinely shocked. "They want you to do what?"

"They want me to be a model!" I laughed, "A real model! They found a picture of me taken by the paparazzi and an old my friends took of me and they think I would be a great model! I'm going over there in two days for a photoshoot. They are going to use those photos as entry photos to get me a real job! Can you believe this?! I'm gonna be a model!"

Taylor threw his arms around me and started spinning me around, "Baby, you're going to make a great model! I can't wait to see those photos!"

"I can't either! This place is incredible! First I become a singer in a band and now I get to be a model?! It's so surreal!"

"And?" he smirked.

"And I have the hottest boyfriend known to man," I giggled.

"I don't like the sarcasm," he smiled, "but I'll take it."

"Good," I laughed.

 "You know I love you and I'll support you right?"

"Yes I know that. I love you for that."

 "As long as you don't forget."

"Never," I smiled.

"So everything's okay now isn't it?" Taylor asked, "I mean, things are good with us and with everything with your dad?"

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that," I told him.

"What is it?"

"Can you come to my photography room with me?"

"Of course," he said, "let's go."

I didn't waste any time. I took his hand and basically ran all the way up to my photography room. We walked in the door and I picked up my guitar while he sat down on the chair.

"I wrote this song the other day," I explained, "it explains how I've been feeling with the whole situation with my dad. I really need you to hear it."

He smiles, "I'm listening."

"Okay," I smiled back, "It's called Haunted." And I began.

Let's just,