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| (AJ gives directions to Reagan, she thanks him, and she leaves. AJ then goes back inside.) Brian: Everything ok? AJ: (laughing) Yeah…she didn’t know how to get to work. (The boys got back to work, Reagan made it to work a little late, but everything is ok. It’s 3 days later, Taylor has just arrived to the house, Reagan is still at work) Taylor: (running into the house) HOLY CRAP! She wasn’t kidding. (Runs to the kitchen) Awwwww dude! (Runs up the stairs and finds her room) Oh…my….god. I even have my own bathroom. (Runs and sits in the tub) Aww yea. This is what I’m talking about. Nice lil Jacuzzi here. Limo Driver: (calling) Ma’am. Where do you want us to put this stuff? Taylor: (walks to the top of the stairs) Can you bring up the suitcases? Limo Driver: Sure thing ma’am. (Carries her luggage and he follows Taylor to her room) There ya go. Taylor: (gives the man a tip) Thank you and remember don’t eat yellow snow. Limo Driver: (laughs) Won’t be a problem here in Florida, but I’ll keep that in mind. Taylor: Then my job is done. (The Limo driver leaves) Taylor: (runs to her suitcase and pulls out her bikini) Time to put this bad boy to use. (Taylor goes to the back and plays in the pool, Reagan comes home.) Reagan: Tay? Where are ya? Taylor: (hears Reagan) Where else would I be? Reagan: Right. (Walks to the pool) Hey girl. Taylor: I so never want to leave. Reagan: You live here now silly. Taylor: Right, I have to remember that. So how was work? Reagan: Great, but I’m exhausted. Taylor: Why don’t you go change and join me chillin out by our pool? Reagan: Sounds like a plan. (Turns to walk inside) By the way, can you get the mail? Taylor: Sure can. (Gets up and walks through the house and yells) I LOVE THIS HOUSE! (Walks out to get the mail) (The boys just pulled into AJ’s driveway, they all are getting out of their cars when they see Taylor walking to the mailbox in nothing but a bikini) Howie: Whoa! AJ: What man? Nick: (turns around and sees Taylor) Is THAT your neighbor? (AJ, Brian, and Kevin turn around) AJ: No, I have no idea who that is but it’s definitely not Reagan. Brian: Reagan? AJ: That’s her name. She’s pretty cool, we’ve hung out. (Taylor gets the mail, goes to go inside, and sees the guys looking at her) Taylor: Am I going to have to put a fence up? AJ: Oh um, hi, I’m Alex. You a friend of Reagan’s? Taylor: (walks over to the guys) Yea, she and I are roomies. AJ: So now I have two new neighbors. Taylor: Damn skippy ya do. But do me a favor. AJ: What’s that? Taylor: I want you and your friends to stop staring at me. It’s freaking me out. (She turns around and walks inside, leaving the guys standing there) Nick: I’m so hanging out here more often. Howie: You and me both man. You and me both. (Taylor gets inside, turns, and looks out the window next to the door) Taylor: No fucking way. Reagan: (walking over to Taylor in her bathing suit) Get the mail? Taylor: (hands Reagan the mail) How could you not tell me? Reagan: (looking through the mail) Tell you what exactly. Taylor: Wait, right there. (Runs upstairs, grabs a CD case and comes back down) Look at this. Reagan: Hey, thanks for my CD back. Taylor: No no, look at this. (Opens up the case, pulls out the book, and turns to a page where AJ is) Look familiar? Reagan: What, it’s Alex? (Few seconds later) Oh…it’s Alex! Taylor: We are living next to a backstreet boy! I just had his friends, aka the rest of the boys, staring at me! Reagan: Well, (looks at Taylor) you are in a bikini. Taylor: THAT’S NOT THE POINT! (Takes a few deep breaths) I need a swim. (goes outside) Reagan: Tay you sure you want to do that? Taylor: Yeah why. Reagan: Cause the neighbors can see into our backyard. Taylor: Huh? (Looks over to AJ’s house and sees the guys looking out the window. When they see Taylor looking…they look away) Yeah maybe that’s not such a good idea. Reagan: Come on, let’s go talk to Alex. |
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