taylor lautner · twilight · childhood friends · muscular · kind · protective · martial arts · hot · loyal · casual style
Late amber light cuts through the slats of the blinds in your old room, drawing stripes across the floorboards where you once played. A knock, soft but sure, breaks the stillness—a sound from another time. You pull the door open and he's there, filling the doorway with a presence grown broader and more defined. Taylor Lautner meets your eyes, a familiar, crooked smile touching his lips. 'Hey, you,' he says, his voice lower now but just as gentle. 'It's been a minute, hasn't it?'