One Shots

Dollhouse - Taylor Caniff Imagine

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Taylor Caniff Imagine

You sat in your old bedroom, looking around. The light blue paint on the walls was peeling slightly where it met the white ceiling. The carpet still had the same stains from makeup and nail polish and all the food you’d secretly sneak into your room. The bed was made, all little girl clothes put away and the window open, letting in the warm summer breeze. The sun was shining, illuminating the room with a happy nostalgic feel. You glanced down at the little blue dollhouse sitting below your window. It was an expensive one, made of wood, to match the one that your mother had had when she was a girl. The shutters were still painted black, white window panes, and a tan shingled roof. You peered in the window of the kitchen.

There was the little white table and chairs stood in the middle next to the big white stove and cabinets. Next door was the living room, a dining room and you could see the little bedrooms on the second floor. There were in pristine condition; you hadn’t played with the thing since probably second grade. All of the furniture and dolls were exactly where they were supposed to be. You smiled to yourself, remembering all of the good days when you would play dolls with mom, your friends and even your best friend Taylor. He would laugh at you, giggling about how girly the game was, but then he’d always give in and play just to make you happy.

He loved you from the beginning.

You were staring at the dollhouse still with a big smile on your face. The breeze fluttered the strands of hair around your face. You heard someone take a step from behind you; you turned to see your boyfriend, the almighty Taylor Caniff behind you, also staring at the small wooden dollhouse. He wrapped his arms around yours from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as he sighed. You both were home from college for the summer.

“I remember this,” he whispered directly into your ear. He planted a little kiss on your neck.

“Me, too,” you said. It felt good to be home, especially now that you and Taylor were together and could spend some time alone, not being bombarded with work from your classes.

“Let’s play with it,” he said. Your eyes widened and a smirk grew on your cheeks.

“Really?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course,” he said, kissing your neck once again. You nodded and pulled the dollhouse away from the wall, turning it so you could see all the rooms open. Taylor grabbed the little boy doll, who looked around 12 or 13 years old. He wore a red t-shirt and khaki shorts, along with a pair of black shoes and white socks. His hair was combed over, painted on as it always had been. Bobby, his name that you’d given him at age three, had always been Taylor’s favorite.

You grabbed the 12 or 13 year old girl doll, who wore a purple dress that flowed down to her knees. She wore a pair of brown sandals, and her plastic brown hair was parted straight down the middle. Her name was Lily.

You and Taylor directed the dolls down to the kitchen, where they drank some imaginary punch and played a game in their living room. Mrs. Smith, the mother doll, had prepared them lunch, which consisted of fake bowls of soup and a plate of crackers. Bobby and Lily climbed up the stairs once again, heading towards Lily’s room. They both sat down on the bed.

You and Taylor sat in silence for a couple minutes, holding the dolls. You let out a sigh, finally allowing the fact that your childhood was over to sink in. Taylor’s arm found its way around your shoulders, pulling you into him for a sweet kiss. Bobby and Lily did the same.