Wrong Number

She's Just Another Fan

*Taylor's POV*

I was sitting on one of the lounge chairs by my pool when everyone arrived. It was nice to see us all together again. We were having what I guess you could call an old Magcon reunion. Really though, the only reason we're doing this is becasue it's so rare that all of us are in LA at the same time. 

Jack, Jack, and Sammy were here, because digi tour just ended and they are taking a break. Mahogany is out here because she has a photo shoot, and she convinced Jacob to come and meet her here. Those two should just get together already. Anyway, Shawn is here because he's supposed to be on some talk show. I think it's Ellen. Aaron has been here visiting everybody who lives here. Nash had Hayes fly out here when he heard that everyone else was coming. Carter has been here also, but that's because of some 26mmgt stuff, he and Nash just filmed a video with Bart Baker. And everyone else lives out here. 

"Hey Taylor I've missed you so much," Nash said walking over to me. I rolled my eyes. 

"Nash, you just saw me yesterday. Actually, today. At like one in the morning. Shut up." Nash made that face where he pretends he's offended and I just shook my head and walked around him to greet the ones I haven't seen in like forever. 

"TAYLOR ITS BEEN LIKE 13 YEARS!" Johnson yelled as he ran and tackled me. 

"J, isn't that the same thing Gilinsky said when you guys and Shawn met up in Nashville."

"Yeah, well it had also been like 13 years since we'd seen Shawn. Just shut up and accept my love."

This went on for like twenty minutes, everyone was just catching up, and getting nostalgic for the old days when we were always together. 

"You know what we haven't done in like 20 years?" Cameron asked, a smirk on his lips. We all looked at him, waiting for him to answer. Although I had a feeling I knew, so I got out my phone and opened Vine, I pressed record as soon as he screamed, "SMACK CAM."

He brought his hand up and smacked Nash. He got him good, Nash's face was all red, and everyone was laughing. We were more than laughing. We were like doing that laugh where no noise comes out of our mouths. It'd been a while since I laughed like that.

Nash just continued to stand there, with a fish out of water look on his face. 

"Cam! What the hell! We're best friends. You're not supposed to get me!" He finally yelled, causing us all to laugh harder. 

Once the laughter kind of died down, I looked down at my phone to see that I had a text from a random number. 

From: (812)967-2334

Hey. I've thought about it a lot. I'm in. 

Uh, okay. Whatever that means. 

I quickly googled the area code on my phone to find out that it's from some small town in Indiana. Why in the world was an Indiana number texting me?

I was about to ask the group if they knew the number when I realized that if any was going to recognize it, it would be me or Dillon. But Dillon is up in his room with the flu. 

To: (812)967-2334

Who dis?

From: (812)967-2334

Scarlette Johnson. This is Jake Kasper, right?

Oh, so she thought she was texting some guy named Jake. It was just a case of a wrong number, not a crazy fan. 

To: (812)967-2334

no this is taylor caniff

"Tayor get off the phone! There are pople here you need to socialize with!" Matt yelled at me, trying to knock my phone out of my hand.