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YoloBitches
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November 11, 2012 7:02pm UTC

FACT:
Dancing along to
Gangnam Style may burn
calories, but you'll also
burn any ounce of
self respect you may
have had.

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sugarfreak
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October 14, 2012 1:51am UTC

.: I Met Him On Omegle :.
Chapter 12
Andreas P.O.V
“Where are we?” I asked, looking around the apartment I was in.
“My home.”
“Don't you live with your parents? You're still in school.”
“I live with Jesse. My parents always travel and are never home and his are dead.” I felt sorry for Jesse but tried to push thoughts away because honestly, it hurt thinking of him and his girlfriend.
I was being pathetic.
“Oh.”
“So, what do you want to do?”
“We could watch a movie,” I said wanting to get more and more away from the subject of Jesses parents and we didn't even speak that much about them.
“Alright, any preferences?” Ryan questioned.
“Nah, anything will be alright.” Ryan put Ted on.
“Have you watched this movie before?” he asked me.
“Yeah, I watched it in the movies,” I shrugged.
“Do you want me to change it?” I looked at him in awe, he was so sweet. Something like his statement would probably mean nothing to most girls but he was going to make a girl very lucky one day.
The movie had almost finished and tears filled my eyes as the Ted didn't come back to life. Wasn't this supposed to be a funny movie? Not some soap opera. The movie, with a happy ending, soon came to an end and I grinned.
“Where you crying?” Ryan chuckled.
“No!” I denied.
“You were! Hah!” Ryan smiled at me, his eyes sparkling.
Ryan then leant in, his eyes focused on my lips and I stared at him in anticipation. He was going to kiss me. His lips softly touched mine and my eyes closed. I tangled my hands in his dirty blonde hair and his tongue gently licked my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I debated in my mind if I should pull away or deepen the kiss. My heart was telling me to pull away because it didn't feel right, it felt like I was kissing a friend and my head was telling me not to because I couldn't just say, 'I like your best friend'. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Shouldn't my mind be telling me to stop kissing him? None the less, I pulled away.
“I'm sorry,” Ryan said.
“Ryan...” my voice trailed off. Neither of us said anything for several minutes.
“You like him, don't you?” Ryan asked, quietly. So quietly that I almost didn't hear him.
“Yeah...” I said, weakly. “It doesn't matter though, he has a stunning girlfriend, he lives on the opposite side of the world and I'm sure a guy like him would never go for a girl like me.”
“You'd be surprised.” Just as Ryan said that, somebody coughed at the door. It was Jesse. F/ck. What if he heard that I liked him?
“How much of that... did you hear?” I asked, my heart pounding and I awaited his answer. Did he know I was talking about him? His face showed no emotion what so ever.
“Enough,” he answered.
Comment for a reminder! (:
Teaser:“But what?” I hissed. “You don't want to be a jerk? If you didn't want to be a jerk you'd stop talking about Rose. Rose this, Rose that, did you not see here at the f/cken party? She was a b/tch, she is a b/tch. I honestly thought you were better then that.”
So, what are your thoughts on this chapter? For all of you who want reminders, you have to comment on the chapter and I'll remind you when the new chapter is up. I'm sorry that I don't just have a list, but for me it is heaps easier. Also, if you've commented and don't get a reminder, sorry, I go through all the comments and remind but sometimes Witty misses comments & I can't do anything about do that.

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sugarfreak
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October 12, 2012 1:47am UTC

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TureenPiromari_NumbaOneLakersFan
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October 26, 2012 12:04am UTC

normal people: It was like love a first sight .. ♥
me: it was like love at first bite .. ♥

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lollipopx3
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November 10, 2012 11:09pm UTC

trouble
Chapter 9
I rounded up Scarlet the next afternoon to go shopping, for the sake of old times.
The two of us had been distant ever since Travis came into the picture between us, but I was trying to my best save our friendship.
After all, I had no idea why Scarlet had it out for Travis.
Until she gives me a legitimate reason to not be around Travis, I wasn't going to listen to her demands.
"This dress would look good on you." I held a salmon pink sundress in front of Scarlet's chest. "It looks really good with your blonde hair."
Scarlet ignored me, as she cleared her throat. "Yeah, whatever." she muttered. "Tell me what's going on with you and Travis."
I shot her a look of irritation, as I decided to no respond to her.
Why was she ruining a perfectly good shopping day over this?
"I don't see anything I like here." I let out a sigh, tossing the dress back onto the rack. "Let's go to another store, yeah?"
Scarlet rolled her eyes, as she dropped the subject.
As we exited the store, I couldn't help but feel relieved at the fact that she wasn't constantly pestering me over Travis.
***
The shopping trip hadn't gone as well as I planned.
Scarlet pretty much shut me off for the entire rest of the day, only replying to me with mutters whenever I asked her a question.
At the end of the day, after dinner, when the sky became dark, I decided to ring up Travis, the only one who I wanted to talk to at the moment.
I told him to meet me at the park, at the bench that we always hung around at.
Since the sky had grown pitch dark by now, I threw on a university sweatshirt before I met Travis outside.
I was there before him, waiting an exact ten minutes, but I was glad that he eventually did show up.
"Sorry I'm late." Travis muttered, as he planked himself down on the seat besides me. "You kind of called at the last minute."
I stared up at Travis, frowning. "Really? What were you doing?"
Travis ran a hand through his hair, shrugging. "I was about to go out to a party, but it's no big deal, really."
I raised an eyebrow, as I felt a suddenly wash of guilt. "Oh." I muttered. "Sorry, you could go back now if you want. I mean, the night is still early for a-"
Travis chuckled, as he turned towards me with an amused expression.
"Relax, Riley." he reassured. "It was another dumb high school party with a bunch of idiots who can't handle their liquor, anyways. I was kind of glad you called me before I was dragged away by my friend."
I instantly felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders, as I smiled. "Alright, that's good, I guess."
Travis nodded, staring up at the sky. The stars had been out already, as they shined bright above us.
"So, why did you call me out here anyways?" Travis asked.
I rolled my eyes. "To talk. Unless you would rather go to that party where you can see a bunch of girls half naked?"
Travis smirked, before shaking his head. "I'd rather spend time with you, honestly."
And that was all it took for the two of us to spend the entire night together, just talking.

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lollipopx3
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November 9, 2012 10:00pm UTC

trouble
Chapter 8
Travis was having his eleventh cigarette for today.
I watched as he pulled the pack of cigarettes out of his pockets before lighting the tip up.
I cringed as he took a sharp intake of the smoke, letting out a gust of gray air.
"Don't you think you've had more than enough for today?" I asked, crossing my arms, as sat at the park bench later that afternoon.
Travis gave me a mere shrug, before slumping down in his seat.
"You can never have enough of these babies." he muttered, before exhaling.
The smell of smoke reached my nose, as I scrunched it up with disgust.
"I hope you know that stuff can kill you one day, you know?" I pointed out.
I considered Travis a friend by now, and I didn't want to see one of my friends die at a young age because of something like lung cancer from smoking a pack of cigarettes a day.
"Who cares?" Travis shrugged. "We all die eventually."
I glared at Travis, before crossing my arms.
God, he was so stubborn.
"You're a really negative person." I blandly said. "I guess it suits you, though."
Travis smirked, throwing his head back in laughter. "Riley, shouldn't you know by now that everything suits me?"
I rolled my eyes, as I pushed him in the shoulder.
He barely budged from his position, as he smirked down at me.
"You have such an ego in that empty head of yours." I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.
Travis chuckled, as he tossed his finished cigarette onto the concrete.
I watched with wide eyes as he reached over in his pocket to take out yet another damned cigarette.
Quickly, I clamped my hand over his, snatching the pack away from his fingertips.
"Hey!" he snapped, trying to take back what was his.
I stuffed the pack of cigarettes in my pocket, as I guarded them protectively.
"I'm trying to help you here, Travis." I said sternly. "I think you've had your fair share of cigarettes today."
Travis' features suddenly weren't so playful anymore.
He had a look of irritation written across his face, as he reached over my body to try to get into the pocket of my hoodie.
My eyes widened, as I pushed him off. "What are you doing?!" I snapped.
Travis gave me a bland look. "I'm trying to take back my stuff."
I groaned, shooting him a look. "No, Travis! You aren't getting these back!"
Travis raised an eyebrow, as a smirk appeared across his lips. "Is that a challenge?"
My eyes suddenly went broad, as Travis laced his arms around me to try to get the cigarettes.
I cursed under my breath when he found out that I was tickilish.
"Travis!" I hissed, while holding my a laugh from where he was tickling my sides. "Stop it, you idiot!"
"Give it!" Travis warned.
"No!"
The pain of being tickled was unbearable.
I didn't even realize how close the two of us had gotten.
He was literally hovering over me, chest pressed against mine.
My mouth went dry, as I felt Travis' hand sneak inside my pocket.
Quickly, I got the pack of cigarettes before he did, and stuffed them down my top, right where my chest was.
Travis' eyes went wide, realizing that he lost.
"Now, get off of me." I gave him a push.

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iquotefromtheheart
posted a quote
November 5, 2012 2:41pm UTC

Just a friendly reminder that the world supposedly
ends in 50 days.

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yourcool
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November 5, 2012 8:19pm UTC

I have really big boobs.
I'm really good at Call of Duty.
and I can make one hell of a sandwich.
Unfortunarely, I am a guy named John.

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FLAME
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November 5, 2012 5:24pm UTC

One boring school day...
Teacher: *Eating a poptart* Ok class today- Wait! Lizzie! Why are you eating in my classroom??!
Me: I just follow by example.
Teacher: Excuse me?
Me: Well, I figured if you can eat food during class, I can too. *Takes another bite*
Teacher: I'm allowed to eat because I didn't eat breakfast this morning because I was grading YOUR papers.
Me: I didn't eat breakfast either because I was doing YOUR homework!
Teacher:
Class:
Witty:
Obama:
Steve:
Teacher: ...... Continue on then......
(Best part is, we are allowed to eat in her class now)
I Follow Back!!

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lollipopx3
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November 5, 2012 6:59pm UTC

trouble
Chapter 4
"What is that?" I asked, pointing to Travis' shoulder.
He turned around, frowning. "What is what?"
"That." I rolled my eyes, poking my finger against his shoulder that barely exposed one of his tattoos. "What tattoo is that?"
Travis smirked, as he unzipped his black hoodie, taking it off to show me his entire left arm that was covered with ink.
My eyes widened when I saw that he completely bare under the sweatshirt, though.
I choked on my saliva, as I stared at Travis with disbelief. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt under your hoodie?" I snapped.
Travis gave me a smug smile, before shrugging. "I don't think there's a point in it."
I blinked, staring at his pale abdomen that had just enough abs.
My cheeks turned red once I caught myself staring, as I looked away.
I heard Travis chuckling under his breath, before he turned to his side, showing me his entire left arm.
"This," he pointed to the area that I questioned about, "is a skull."
I stared at it longer, noticing that it wasn't your regular animated skull tattoo.
In fact, it was much more graphic, and had much more detail that made it scary.
"What does it mean?" I muttered, mesmerized by the skull.
Travis laughed, before he sank back into the bench, staring off at the ground.
"It has a funny story to it." he smiled. "The thing is, the skull was my first tattoo. And I got it when I was drunk."
I raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "That's nice." I sarcastically mumbled.
Travis rolled his eyes. "Let me finish, Riley." he paused. "So when I was getting it, I was completely wasted. But, some of my buds that were with me were sober. So, they told the tattoo artist to give me something daring. When I woke up the next morning and saw my tattoo the first time, not drunk, I kind of liked it. I decided that it would mean no fear. Like a rebel, you know?"
I smiled, before nodding. "A rebel." I repeated. "It suits you perfectly."
Travis snorted, before taking a cigarette out of his jean pocket.
Before lighting it, he turned to me with a smirk. "Never use that word around me, ever again."
I frowned, as Travis lighted up his cigarette, sticking it in between his lips.
"Use what word?" I asked.
Travis inhaled the smoke, before letting it all out. "Perfect."
"Why not?" I asked, sitting up straighter.
Travis shrugged his bare shoulders, his hoodie still laying on his lap.
"Perfect is such a bad word." Travis muttered, flicking the ashes of his cigarette. "Perfect is... overrated."
I stared at Travis' face for a moment longer, finding no traces of playfulness whatsoever.
Sinking back into the bench, I thought about his words.
Perfect is overrated.
Well said, Travis Kapone.

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yourcool
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November 5, 2012 7:37pm UTC

does canada even have a president or
is it just whichever moose has the strongest antlers?

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