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  1. yourcool yourcool
    posted a quote
    March 19, 2013 9:14pm UTC
    have you ever had a legitimate crush on
    an actor like to the point where you're not even fangirling anymore, you just actually love them.


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    January 1, 1970 12:00am UTC
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  3. xlivelaughlove524x xlivelaughlove524x
    posted a quote
    May 19, 2012 4:49pm UTC
    It was right before Christmas, and we were in chorus class. My teacher asked "If you could have one wish, anything in the whole world for Christmas, what would it be?" We went around the room, everyone's was different. "A pony!" "A convertable" "For school to be over!" "A new cell phone!" " A thousand dollars" My best friend in the whole world was last to go. and she said so simply"If I could wish for anything at all...I wish that I could see my mom one last time. Just say goodbye and give her a hug...just to tell her how much I love and miss her." And with that, she ran out of the room and left us with our jaws ajar and our hearts breaking for her.
    ^True Story.^


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  5. Travis Allred* Travis Allred*
    posted a quote
    January 11, 2013 9:45pm UTC
    I’m a little on the jealous side,
    but it’s only because I don’t want anyone else
    to get a chance to have you.

  6. wittyquotesgurl wittyquotesgurl
    posted a quote
    January 11, 2013 8:34pm UTC
    Never again will I ever
    trust someone so easily.

  7. SarahDGirl SarahDGirl
    posted a quote
    January 11, 2013 8:26pm UTC
    That awkward moment when you're telling a story & realized no one's listening, so you slowly fade out & pretend you never said anything.

  8. strawberry_skittles strawberry_skittles
    posted a quote
    January 11, 2013 9:24pm UTC
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    Go ahead,
    Pass me in the halls and pretend I don't exist.
    I hope every single time we make eye contact,
    You relive every memory we've ever had.
    And I hope it hurts.
    ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼ ✼

  9. whenever_you_smile whenever_you_smile
    posted a quote
    January 11, 2013 2:50pm UTC
    Does anyone NOT have an iPhone?

  10. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
    posted a quote
    January 2, 2013 10:22pm UTC
    trouble
    Chapter 40
    After not being able to speak for Travis for an entire week, I decided to apologize to him at his house.
    I rang the doorbell on his front steps, waiting a few minutes before Dylan, Travis' older brother, opened the door.
    A broad grin spread across his face when he saw me, as he stepped aside to let me in.
    "Riley," Dylan smirked, "what a surprise to see you here."
    I laughed lightly, before giving him a raised eyebrow.
    "Same goes to you, Dylan." I paused, peering over the living room to see if Travis was lounging on the couch or not. "Is Travis home?"
    Dylan rolled his eyes, before giving me a sarcastic grin. "And here I was, thinking that you came all the way here for me." he chuckled. "Travis is upstairs in his room, if you need him."
    I nodded, before brushing past his shoulder. "Thanks." I muttered, before making my way up the staircase.
    I slowly walked down the halls towards Travis' room, hesitantly raising my fists to knock on the door.
    "Dylan, I told you, I'm not going to that stupid party with you tonight!" I heard Travis shout from the other side of the door.
    I bit my lower lip, before pushing the door open.
    "I'm not Dylan." I whispered shyly, before closing the door behind me.
    Travis' head turned towards my direction, as a surprised expression appeared on his face.
    He was laying on his bed with his headphones in his ears.
    "Oh, Riley." he muttered under his breath, before pulling his headphones out. "Can I help you with something?"
    Travis was being harsh- but I didn't blame him.
    He had every right to be angry at me, especially after I questioned about our trust.
    "I wanted to say," I let out a deep breath of air, "sorry."
    Travis raised an eyebrow, before blinking. "Sorry? For what?"
    I closed my eyes briefly, before taking the empty spot beside him on his bed.
    "I wanted to say sorry for not trusting you a few days ago about Scarlet." I muttered. "I should've just believed what you had to say."
    Travis stayed quiet, and I was afraid that he was genuinely mad for a moment there, but then he let out an amused smirk.
    I frowned, wondering why Travis suddenly found all of this so hilarious.
    "Why are you laughing?" I asked, slapping his shoulder. "I'm trying to apologize here."
    Travis chuckled, as he rubbed the back of his neck with his palms.
    "You're just too cute for your own good, that's all."

  11. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
    posted a quote
    December 18, 2012 10:02pm UTC
    trouble
    Chapter 33
    "You know, he's turned into his grumpy self again since you guys stopped talking." Dylan said, once I finished speaking.
    I raised an eyebrow, scoffing. "Wasn't he always this grumpy?"
    Dylan licked his lips, before shrugging. "I guess so." he paused. "But, ever since he met you, he stopped being so hard all of the time. Everyone's noticed that he's stopped smoking for the first time in years, but he just recently started it up again. I think you're the reason why he caved."
    I stared down at my mug of coffee, which was now getting colder and colder by the minute.
    I wrapped my fingers around the cup, trying to get as much heat as I could from it.
    I hadn't even been close enough to Travis this past week to notice if he's started smoking again.
    Occasionally, I would sneak glances over at him, but they would never last long enough for me to notice any evident changes in his features.
    Also, he's only come to school twice since we've seperated our ways.
    "You should talk to him." Dylan suddenly said, making my eyes snap at him.
    Was he absurd?
    Ever since I've realized that I had feelings for Travis, I could barely look him in the eyes, let alone speak to him.
    My head began to pound painfully, as Dylan offered me a weak smile.
    "Listen, my shift is starting up again in a minute." he said. "I'll see you sometime, but think about what I said, okay?"
    Dylan stared at me hesitantly, before getting up to go back to work.
    ***
    Travis' Point of View
    "Travis, your father and I get back home for the first time in weeks and we find out that you haven't been going to school?" my mother scolded the second she saw me still in my bed the next morning.
    I groaned, wishing that she would stop talking already.
    I was out last night, and had a few too many drinks.
    My head was killing me right now, and I couldn't think straight.
    My mother suddenly paused, sniffing the air.
    Her high nose scrunched up in disgust, before she shot me a glare. "Is that alcohol I smell?" she snapped, crossing her arms. "That's it, Travis. Get up, you're going to school right now."
    "My head hurts too much to learn." I muffled in my pillow.
    My mother picked me up from the back collar of my shirt, lifting my head up.
    "I don't care, Travis Kapone." she hissed. "You're going to school, no matter what."
    I glared at her with tired eyes, before I rolled over in bed, faced up.
    "Hurry up, I'll be waiting in the car to drive you today." my mother nodded shortly, before closing the bedroom door behind her.
    I can't believe that she was actually making me to go school with a hangover.
    I can't believe that she was making me go to school in general.
    If I went to school, then I would have to see Riley.
    I don't think I could control myself if I even looked at her.

  12. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
    posted a quote
    December 14, 2012 11:50pm UTC
    trouble
    Chapter 31
    I haven't been able to look Travis in the eye since we nearly kissed a week ago.
    Every time we walked by each other in the hallways, I made sure to go the other way.
    Whenever he came close to talking to me, I would always make up an excuse to avoid him.
    I knew that I was being unfair and unreasonable by pushing Travis away, but when we were just inches from our lips touching, I realized something.
    I realized that I didn't know what I would do without Travis.
    I was scared, looking into his eyes, knowing that I was going to need him more than he needed me.
    I was scared that he didn't love me back.
    "Get out." Travis muttered coldly under his breath when I was talking to a classmate of mine, Carla, in an empty classroom the next morning.
    Carla stared back at Travis with widened eyes, full of fear.
    She shot me a quick glance, before rushing to gather her belongings.
    She scattered out of the room in a matter of seconds.
    I didn't blame her for being so eager to leave, though.
    The look Travis had on his face was intimidating.
    His face was pale, his eyes were dark, and his jaw was clenched together tightly.
    But to me, he was still unbelievably attractive.
    Before I could let my feelings get in the way, I reached for my bag that was on the desk.
    "I should go, too." I whispered, trying make my way around Travis.
    Travis shot his two arms out in front of me, locking me in place.
    My back was pressed against the desk, as Travis hovered over me.
    "Are you trying to avoid me?" Travis asked lowly, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.
    I shuddered, before biting down on my lower lip.
    I saw Travis' eyes flicker to my lips for a split second, before they snapped back to my eyes.
    "Travis," I started off, feeling breathleass already, "I need to go."
    Travis stared at me, long and hard. "You're being stupid."
    I was taken aback by his harsh words at first, but when they finally sunk in, it felt like a bullet had pierced through my heart.
    "What?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
    "You're not talking to me because of what almost happened last week." Travis' voice was cold, nothing nice about it at all. "You're trying to make such a big deal out of something that didn't even matter."
    I hadn't even noticed the pool of tears that welled up in my eyes before I felt a warm tear sliding down my cheek, burning my skin.
    Travis' eyes softened for a second, before they became dark and unwelcoming once again.
    "I'm sorry, Travis." I let out a shaky whisper. "I'm sorry that it meant so much to me."
    I pushed Travis' arms away from me, as I felt myself sprinting towards the door.
    I suddenly heard Travis slamming his fists against the desk.
    Maybe, just maybe, I thought that he might've ran after me.
    But, he didn't.
    And what happened, just right there, proved something.
    It proved to me that I was right, for once.
    I was right when I said that Travis would never love me back.


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  15. s4rc4sm s4rc4sm
    posted a quote
    December 13, 2012 7:55pm UTC
    O
    -I-
    /\
    ^ Thats steve, the creator of witty.
    One fave = One high five/hug/thank you
    come on, show him your love<3

  16. kto_123 kto_123
    posted a quote
    December 3, 2012 7:21pm UTC
    The Little Things
    ~Chapter 8~
    I watch from backstage as One Direction performs my opening act. I smile to myself, knowing that this is the way it was supposed to be all along. My smile fades when I realize that it's not the same, and it shouldn't be like this; Not when we haven't spoken to eachother in five months. I hear them introduce me and make my way to the corner of the stage, still hiden from the audience, as One Direction walks off and I walk on, Liam grabs my arm. "Val.. I mean, Valarie," He mumbles. I stop and then slide my arm out of his grasp, walking to the center of the stage, a huge smile on my face. The sold out arena is filled of my fans, screaming my name (My stage name is just Valarie, not Val, and no last name). The sound of their screams is deafening, but some how, my singing is even louder.
    During my whole performance, all three hours of it, I think about the day in the cafe when I was too normal to be with Liam and his famous friends, knowing that soon enough, I'll have some famous friends of my own.
    When I walk off the stage, I can't stop smiling, the feeling inside my body is just too much to explain. I'm beyond happy. Until I notice five guys standing infront of my dressing room. Mr. Manson walks up, and hugs me tightly, he's become like a father to me, "You're amazing," He ruffles my hair before letting me go so I can hug my mother. "You're perfect," She says, tears in her eyes. "Awh, Mom," I smile, hugging her tightly too. Suddenly, Mr. Manson and Mom notice the guys and slowly walk away, I'm guessing Mom explained everything to him during the show. "Wow, Val.. Valarie," Liam corrects himself once again. "That was amazing," Harry smiles at me. Seeing them all infront of me, smiling at me so proudly, so close I can touch them makes me want to cry. "I've got to go," I say, trying to push past them and into my room. They stop me.
    "Look Valarie, we know we've been awful friends but we're trying, we really are," He mumbles. "By performing at my show? As if that makes it any better," I roll my eyes, disgusted.
    I'm halfway through my dressing room when Liam, finally angry enough to snap at me shouts, "Why did you let us perform then?" He snaps. I turn around and look him right in the eye. "Sometimes management makes us do things we don't want to do." I quote him from the last time we spoke and watch him cringe, his fists clenching. I smirk at his upset face and slam the door in the rest of the bands.
    The doorbell rings and I trudge down the stairs in my pajamas, since Mom isn't home. It's Liam. "Liam, go away, I don't want to even talk to you," I try to close the door but he stops me. "Don't flatter yourself, my mother is making me invite you over for dinner," He rolls his eyes. "Sorry, I'd rather not," I glare at him. "Just doing what my mom asked me to," He shrugs. I slam the door closed. To my dismay, Mrs. Payne had called my mom, just in case I didn't pass the invitation along, which I hadn't. When Mom realized I hadn't told her about the dinner, I got in trouble. No phone for a week. Whatever.
    I sit in the car outside the Paynes house, dreading what's to come. "Let's go," Mom sighs. I get out of the car reluctantly and enter the house slowly. When I get in the living room I notice a girl's voice talking to Liams. Then it hits me, it's Danielle. Liam looks up and smirks, kissing Danielle right on the lips.
    When he's done, he looks right at me, meaning in his eyes. Not only is Danielle worth going against management for when I clearly was not, but he knows how badly I wanted us to work out as a couple.
    I know Liam better than anybody so I also know that he wants nothing more than for me to forgive him. I scowl at him while walking over to the other guys, my arms outstretched, ready for a hug.
    They embrace me gratefully, "Friends again?" Zayn laughs. "Best friends," I emphasize best, Liam and I glaring at eachother.
    But it's too late.
    This is war.
    * * * * *
    What do you guys think!? Val and Liam are ready to battle it out, while Val is reunited with the other members of One Direction.. Could it be that Val and Liam are just to proud to apologize? And if they don't do it soon.. Could their friendship be gone forever?

  17. kto_123 kto_123
    posted a quote
    November 25, 2012 5:07pm UTC
    The Little Things
    ~Chapter 7~
    I decided to do the right thing and break up with Brian the day he went back home. I could commit myself to him when I really love Liam. I stop at Liam's house and find the rest of the guys hanging out in the living room. "Way to invite me, guys," I joke. They all get quiet. "It was a joke guys, c'mon," I laugh. "Val, can we talk?" Liam whispers, not looking me in the eye. "Sure," I whisper, following him. I look back at the guys as we walk away. They sit, still silent. I get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
    "I told the guys about Mr. Manson," He says, sitting on his bed. "What'd they say?" I ask, sitting beside him. "Well.. no one thinks you should do it," He breathes. "Why not?" I whisper. "Well. it can be.. uhm," He struggles to find words. "It can be hard," He sighs. "Like when?" I ask, biting my lip. "Like now is one of those times," He says shakily. I get tears in my eyes, sensing something bad. "What's wrong Liam?" I ask. "Sometimes, the management doesn't let you do certain things," He says, and I can tell he's crying too. "Like what Liam?" I say forcefully. "Like ignore the people you love," He whispers, looking up at me. "Liam," I breathe. "We can't talk to you anymore, Val," He says, his face torn. "Why?" I whisper. "I don't know, but I need to do what they tell me, we all do," He says quietly.
    I storm out of the room. "Valarie, wait!" Zayn shouts. "We don't want it like this," Harry breathes. "You all knew, and no one told me! What were you gonna do? Treat me like crap until I had enough? You lied to me!" I scream. "All of you," I whisper. Liam walks into the room, his face looking so sad it breaks my heart. "Val," He whispers. I want to make him feel the way I do.
    "Don't call me that ever again," I spit. "My old best friend used to call me that name, he's the only one I want to have called me it," I snap before running out the door, leaving behind the family I used to be a part of.
    I sit in a room, waiting. "Ah, Valarie," Mr. Manson says, reaching out to hug me. "I've made my decision," I whisper. "Are you sure? You can have more time, if you'd like." He smiles kindly. I think back to earlier this afternoon and shake my head. "I'm ready." I breathe. He nods, "Let's get started then,"
    FIVE MONTHS LATER
    "Mom, where's my other earring?" I shout down the stairs. "I don't know but we're going to be late." She yells up back to me. I roll my eyes. Tonight is my first show. It's funny, I was an instant hit, getting amazing success in a very short amount of a time. I walk down the stairs, and hug my mom. "I'm so proud of you," She whispers. I look up at her. "Do you miss them?" She asks quietly, seeing it in my eyes. "So much," I breathe. "I just can't believe something like this is happening and they're not by my side," I say softly. She nods, hugging me tighter.
    When I get in the bus, Mr. Manson smiles at me hugely. "You'll never guess who we got to play as an opening act," He says excitedly. "Who?" I ask. "They don't usually do this, but they said for you, they would!" He claps his hands joyously. "Who?" I repeat. "Do you know the band One Direction?" He asks, proud of himself.
    I gasp, then quickly say sadly,
    "I used to."
    * * * * *
    What do you guys think!? Do you think One Direction is trying to make up for how they acted before? And should they have gone against management and stuck it out for Val? Lemme know!

  18. kto_123 kto_123
    posted a quote
    November 26, 2012 8:42pm UTC
    Directioners ;
    If you're follwing me for my fanfic, The Little Things, or my previous fanfics, and you have a Tumblr, maybe you could check out my One Direction Blog..
    stylinnstyles.tumblr.com

  19. 伤* 伤*
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    December 1, 2012 1:50pm UTC
    The boys w o u l d be in prison
    IF THEY DIDN'T HAVE LIAM
    - Ed Sheeran

  20. kto_123 kto_123
    posted a quote
    November 18, 2012 6:49pm UTC
    The Little Things
    ~Chapter 6~
    I decided to do my mom a favor and go to the grocery store so she didn't have to do it later. As I walk up and down the aisles, I sing to myself since the store's mostly empty. I sing louder and louder, not really realizing how loud I get. "Excuse me, miss? I heard you singing a few minutes ago," A man taps my shoulder. "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry!" I say, mortified. "No.. your voice. It's amazing, have you ever looked into a singing career?" He asks, smiling politely at me. "Oh, no.. God, no." I whisper, shaking my head. "You really should, here's my card." He hands it to me. "Please, give me a call," He prompts. "I'm a college student, I attend a school in the U.S," I whisper, reading the information on the card. "Well, we could work something out, why don't you drop by tomorrow with your family?" He asks, looking eager. "Uhm, okay, what time?" I ask. "Whenever you'd like, I'd really love working with you," He smiles, waves and walks away. I reread the card. Manson. Mr Manson.
    "Mom, I'm nervous." I whisper in the car the next day. "Why, he obviously is interested," Mom smiles. "What are we doing again?" Brian asks obnoxiously. "Seeing a man that's interested in a singing career for me," I snap. "Singing? Ha! That's a good one, Valarie, you're going to be a lawyer, remember?" Brian says. I glare at him and roll my eyes. We arrive at the building at two o'clock. I knock on his door. "Come in," He says. When he sees me, he smiles. "Ah, the girl from the grocery store," He smiles. "I never did get your name," He chuckles. "Valarie," I smile, shaking his hand. "Well, let's get down to business." He gestures to a seat for me and my mother. "And who is this?" He points to Brian. "My boyfriend." I whisper. "Well, young man, you'll have to wait outside." Brian gives me a look and I roll my eyes. "Just go, Brian." He leaves reluctantly. Once he's out the door, my mother and I discuss business with Mr. Manson. When we leave, I've got a lot to consider. I'd need a tutor to keep up with my studies, or I could take time off from school. He could take care of everything to get me started, I'd just need to say yes. Mom even supports me, after he made her listen to me sing. All I need to do is decide.
    Liam invites me to dinner, and since Brian is a jerk, he insists on coming. As soon as Brian is in the bathroom, Liam kisses me. My lips are on fire, and my insides toss and turn. "Liam," I breathe. "I need to talk to you," I whisper. Just then, Brian walks out and interupts our conversation. "Later," Liam smiles. We sit at the table eating quietly. "So, Valarie, have you decided what you're going to say to Mr. Manson?" Brian asks, a smirk on his face. "No, Brian." I snap. "Who's Mr. Manson?" Liam asks, confused. Before I can answer, Brian jumps in. "He's a man in charge of a record label, he wants to get Valarie in the business," He smiles. "Didn't she tell you?" Brian smirks. "No, not yet," Liam says, looking at me. "It was just today, I was going to tell you," I whisper. "But she told me first." Brian points out. "In fact, I went with her to the place." He smiles. "Brian, stop." I snap. "Val, it's okay," Liam smiles at me. But I can tell he's a little upset about it. "Excuse me," I whisper, leaving the table, tears in my eyes.
    I sit in the living room. "Val, are you okay?" Liam whispers, sitting beside me. "Leave her alone, would you?" Brian snaps. "You're the one who made her upset, give her space," Liam warns. "Don't tell me what she needs!" Brian shouts. "I'm her best friend!" Liam shouts back, "I do know what she needs!" Brian gets in Liam's face. "No one knows what she needs better than I do, I'm her boyfriend!" Brian screams.
    Liams face sinks as he realizes he can't tell Brian that he kissed me. And no matter what we did, or if he does know me better, Brian is right. Brian is my boyfriend. Not Liam, even if Liam wants to be.
    "Whatever." Liam says angrily, walking into the kitchen.
    * * * * *
    What do you guys think!? Should Val take the job? Is she doing the wrong thing, should she tell Brian about kissing Liam? Or should they just forget everything?

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