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  1. ChocoTaco ChocoTaco
    posted a quote
    June 25, 2013 6:24pm UTC
    On the outside I'm all excited for Finding Dory to come out
    But deep down I'm terrified that it's going to turn out like Mean Girls 2.

  2. justanothergirl_ justanothergirl_
    posted a quote
    January 10, 2013 5:58pm UTC
    forgotten.
    C h a p t e r 7 .
    Avery's Point of View.
    I was being driven by Carson.
    My eyes were covered by a blindfold.
    "Where are we going Carson!" I yelled.
    "You'll see soon Aves."
    I felt the car pull to a stop and Carson removed the blinfold.
    I looked around, realizing we were at a drive in movie.
    There were only a couple of other vehicles pulled up.
    "Carson this is so cool, I've always wanted to go to one of these!" I yelled before giving him a gentle kiss.
    "I know. I didn't know what to do, so I chose this. Happy one year Avery."
    I blushed, "You too, thank you so much."
    He pulled out kettle corn, sour patch kids, Dr. Pepper, and Reese's from the backseat.
    They were all my favorites. "Thanks Carson.." I mumbled as the movie started.
    It was The Notebook. "You'd really want to watch this?" I asked, laughing a little.
    "Well I know you like it, and I'd do anything for you."
    Before I could stop myself I blurted out "I love you."
    He smiled. "I love you too."
    ~~~
    I snapped awake in my bed.
    Did I just dream that I loved Carson..?
    It felt so real.. Like it actually happened.
    It didn't feel like a dream at all.
    It felt more like a memory..
    I found myself to be blushing furiously and sweating.
    I shouldn't be dreaming like that about my best friend...
    I shook away all the thoughts and hopped out of bed, remembering the events of the night before.
    Carson was mad at me.. Really mad.
    I told him to leave...
    But he doesn't matter.
    I have a date with Chris tonight.
    But all throughout the day, I couldn't shake away one thought.
    Did I have feelings for Carson?
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    UGH.
    Anyways. Whats up lovely readers?
    I can't post tomorrow, Sorry!
    I have a track meet that lasts from like 5 to 10 so yaaaaay.
    Feedback?
    90+ Favorites for the next chapter.
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  3. xxHelloLovelyxx xxHelloLovelyxx
    posted a quote
    January 10, 2013 7:23pm UTC
    in his arms
    Chapter 5
    Nurse Martin offered to get my lunch the next day, but I denied her. I wanted to get it myself.
    She was confused, but she couldn’t say no. I waltzed into the cafeteria with a newfound confidence about me, glancing at the table where Anthony sat yesterday, but he wasn’t there.
    My heart slumped faintly in my chest. He was the only reason I left my room today.
    I tacked onto the line leading into the cooking area of the lunchroom, looking around for where they put the fruit salad. It was becoming a daily thing and the only food I ate, the fruit salad. I started cutting in front of people to get to my section.
    “Oh!” I hummed, bumping shoulders with someone. “Sorry.”
    Anthony’s eyes looked down on mine as he smiled, shaking his head. “It’s not a problem.” I twisted my lips into a half smile, butterflies exploding into my throat. “You should eat lunch with me today,” he offered. “It was lonely yesterday. I don’t know anyone.”
    I shrugged. “I don’t either. I never leave my room.”
    “Then we can be lonely together.” He leaned over, nudging me.
    Was he actually flirting with me?
    We both took a fruit cup and crossed to the table he sat at yesterday, by the window. The flowers bloomed on the tips of tree branches and the wind gently carried petals through the early August air. Looking outside made me remember how much I loved being outside before I got sick.
    “So where do you live?” he murmured.
    I glanced back over to him as he snapped me out of my trance. “Washington. It’s a small town just outside the city.”
    He grinned. “Yeah, that’s where my mom bought a house.”
    I smiled. “Maybe we’re neighbors.”
    “I hope so. I don’t know anyone in my new town.”
    “I don’t talk to anyone either.”
    “Loners for life,” he kidded, flashing a smile in my direction.
    We both started taking bites of our fruit. The cafeteria was almost empty.
    “What’s your room number?” I asked him.
    He looked up to me. “206. What’s your room number?” he asked innocently.
    “310.”
    He nodded faintly before saying, “We should go out one night. I bet you’d like to see something other than the walls of this cafeteria.”
    His comment took me by surprise. “What?”
    “Maybe dinner or something stupid, like, I don’t know, bowling or…”
    I creased my brow. “Really?”
    He laughed. “Yeah. I bet there’s stuff to do in the city.”
    “No, like, you’d want to go out with me?”
    He nodded. “After we get outta here, sure.”
    I narrowed my eyes, grinning at him. “Did you just ask me out on a date?”
    He bit his lip, smiling. “If you want to call it that.”
    Brutal start, right?
    I know this is boring, but honestly, the part where they were first in the hospital together had to be done. Once they're both released, it gets more interesting, I promise.
    So this *pending moderation* stuff. I know Chapter One was deleted (though I reread it and am confident there were no swears even hinted around). I'm very sorry for those of you who missed it because I don't post it anywhere else.
    So to make up for it I'm considering posting another chapter tonight. Depends on my mood.
    *I don't notify, please don't ask.*

  4. justanothergirl_ justanothergirl_
    posted a quote
    January 9, 2013 7:03pm UTC
    forgotten.
    C h a p t e r 6 .
    Avery's Point of View.
    I collapsed onto my bed and Carson sat down on the floor.
    Carson turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels.
    I sighed and pulled out the piece of paper that Chris had given me.
    Typing his number into my phone I texted him. 'Hey, it's Avery."
    Almost instantly I felt my phone vibrate.
    'Hey! What's up?'
    'Not much just. Bored.'
    'Same... Hey I was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime? We have some catching up to do.'
    I felt a smile form on my face. 'Like a date?'
    'If you want it to be.(:'
    'Okay, it's a date :)'
    Chris texted me back suggesting we go out to dinner tomorrow night, so I agreed.
    Carson's Point of View.
    I looked up from the TV screen to see Avery smiling at her phone.
    I smiled just at the sight of it.
    "Why are you smiling like that?" I asked, sitting next to her on the bed.
    "I'm going out with Chris tomorrow!" She said excitedly.
    I felt my face harden and my body tense up. "Oh. That's great."
    "I can tell you don't mean that Carson. What's up?" She asked.
    "Nothing. Just like I told you before... He's not a good guy Aves."
    "What do you mean by that?" She said. I could hear her getting annoyed.
    I stayed silent for a while.
    She didn't understand. She forgot her life
    "I'm just trying to look out for you Aves... I'm sorry." I whispered.
    She stayed silent for a while.
    Before I could stop myself, I blurted out the truth.
    "You went out with him when you were 15 okay? He cheated on you after a week!"
    "He what?!" She yelled.
    "Yeah, and then somehow you came to me for help that's how we became... Best friends." I sighed.
    "Chris wouldn't do that... I know him! Why should I trust you? I don't even know you!" She screamed.
    I felt tears begin to well up in my eyes. "You know me better than you think."
    "Get out." Avery whispered.
    "What..?"
    "Get. Out." She repeated sternly.
    I stood up, backing towards her door trying to hold in my tears.
    As I ran ran down her stairs, a thought crept into my mind.
    If you love something, let it go.
    If it comes back to you, it's yours forever.
    If it doesn't,
    Then it was never really yours in the first place.
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    COUGH COUGH MY THROAT HURTS AHH OWWHH
    whatever, I love you guys okay. I don't know so uh
    Feedback?
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  5. justanothergirl_ justanothergirl_
    posted a quote
    January 8, 2013 7:06pm UTC
    forgotten.
    C h a p t e r 5 .
    Avery's Point of View.
    I quickly shook myself out of the trance.
    Why was Carson's sweatshirt in my closet?
    And why did I choose it out of everything to wear..?
    I sighed and followed Carson into the restaurant, and the host smiled at us.
    She looked to be about our age.
    "Right this way please!" She instructed, leading us to a table.
    "Have a good meal! You guys are too cute together, by the way." She said, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks.
    Why was I blushing? I mean, it was just a stupid mistake.
    "Do people mistake us as a couple a lot or is this new?" I asked Carson.
    "You could say that we get mistaken as a couple a lot, yeah.." He sighed.
    "We are just freinds though... Right?" I asked.
    He hesitated before answering. "We're not just friends. We're best friends Avery." He said. smirking at me.
    A waitor came over, placing breadsticks down.
    "Hi my name is Chris, I'll be your server tonight."
    I brought my eyes up to meet his, and gasped.
    When I was 15, I had the biggest crush on him.
    "Avery is that you?" Chris asked.
    I smiled. He remembered me! "Yeah! How are you?"
    "Great actually, how about you? I heard about the accident."
    "Fine. Except for the part where I lost my memory."
    Chris looked a bit shocked, but before he could anwer Carson piped in.
    "Shouldn't you be taking our orders?"
    Chris gave him a glare, but did as he was told.
    "I haven't seen Chris in forever! I used to like him so much." I said to Carson.
    He tensed up and his whole body stiffened. "I know you did. But you don't anymore."
    "And who are you to tell me who I like?"
    "WELL I'M YOUR BO-" He began yelling, but stopped. "You're right. I shoudn't be telling you. But you don't want to like him again, trust me."
    The rest of the night was kind of awkward.
    Carson was really mad at me, and ignored me when I tried to work it out.
    He payed for the dinner, which surprised me. I was prepared to pay for my meal but he wouldn't allow it.
    On the way out, Chris came running over to me.
    "Avery wait, here's my number. Text me." He said, handing me a slip of paper.
    "Thanks. Bye Chris!" I said, which earned a glare from Carson.
    "See you later Avery, hopefully soon!"
    **************************************************************************************************************************************************************
    Oh no whattt.
    Hi sorry to be annoying but guess what time it is? Time to put goals for you to reach on the chapters yay.
    Starting at 90.
    In other news I'm sorry that these chapters suck okay.
    But Pretty Little Liars and The Lying Game are on tonight so partyy!
    90+ Favorites for the next chapter.
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  6. Travis Allred* Travis Allred*
    posted a quote
    January 1, 2013 8:58pm UTC
    If a girl leans toward you,
    kiss her.
    If her hand is free,
    hold it.
    If she’s upset,
    hug her until she is okay.
    She will love it.

  7. xxHelloLovelyxx xxHelloLovelyxx
    posted a quote
    January 1, 2013 8:03pm UTC
    Hold on to Him
    Chapter Twenty
    The Jackson’s arrived within minutes after I was dressed.
    Brandon, as usual, had trouble keeping his hands to himself. What was different about this time, though, was I had to act like I liked it.
    In actuality, I hated the feeling of his fingers against the bare skin between the top of my pants and the bottom of my shirt, but I had to act like I wanted him to be touching me.
    I hated the feeling of his lips against my ear as he would whisper to me, but I had to giggle at what he said and murmur something back to him to keep him happy.
    I hated it when he laughed at something that I would do, like bump into someone or trip over my own feet, because I knew he was mocking me, but I had to laugh along too, at my own humiliation, to act like we were best friends.
    I hated his smile, because it made him look so happy and peaceful, and perfect. I hated knowing that I was the reason he was smiling, and that he was an actor, that he wasn’t perfect. This was the boy who pushed me only a few nights ago, and told me he liked me better when I just sat there and looked pretty. He wasn’t what his smile portrayed him to be.
    And I wasn’t what my laughter portrayed me to be.
    We weren’t at all what first met the eye.
    Dinner came, and as I expected, I was placed next to Brandon. His hands seemed to be glued to my legs tonight, but he was discrete to the point where only I was the one who was aware it was happening. Everybody else was laughing and enjoying their time, but I was suffering in the chair next to that of my boyfriend’s, feeling like I didn’t belong in my own skin.
    When dinner ended, I was the first to leave the table. I instantly had my hands in the sink, scrubbing the leftover meat off of my plate. I felt Brandon’s breath on my neck as his arms wrapped around mine. “Let me help you,” he offered, and I didn’t move.
    “Oh, children!” my mother exclaimed, and Brandon and I spun to face her. “No! Don’t worry about the dishes, please. Go off and do kid stuff. Leave the cleaning to the grownups.”
    I looked awkwardly at Brandon, who smiled at me, and without saying a word, I put the plate down and prepared to leave the kitchen.
    I felt Brandon’s hand clasp my wrist and pull me back towards him as he murmured, “Have I ever seen your bedroom?”
    I shook my head. “N… no.”
    “You should show me.”
    So, warily, I lead him up the stairs and around the corner, into my bedroom. His eyes wandered for a moment before he took my hands in his and said, “Alright, now let’s put it to work.”
    “Or, not,” I offered, shrugging away from him.
    “Hey,” he snapped, his eyes growing hard, “don’t walk away from me.”
    But I went to pass him anyways, and instantly his hands were on my hips as he lifted my body and threw me onto the bed. “You listen to me when you’re being spoken to,” he growled.
    He pressed his lips hard against mine and began removing his clothes, but I panted, “Wait, wait, please, just, give me five minutes to get ready. Let me look nice for you,” I begged.
    I could tell he was reluctant, but he obeyed, and left the room.
    I threw on some old shoes as quickly as I could, then silently crawled out the window and onto the roof, and slid down the tree into the snow bank.
    Prove to me you want another chapter tonight.
    Oh by the way I'm dying alone with 20 cats because I'm so f.cking annoying.
    *I don't notify, please don't ask.*

  8. styles* styles*
    posted a quote
    December 26, 2012 4:31pm UTC
    There are 364 days
    until Christmas
    and people already have their lights up.
    unbelievable.


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  10. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
    posted a quote
    December 21, 2012 11:39pm UTC
    trouble
    Chapter 35
    I stared at Travis with disbelief, as he slapped his pack of cigarettes down onto my palm.
    My lips parted, as I blinked unconsciously at the rectangular box that just fit in my hands.
    Travis looked away from me, before blowing out another gust of smoke.
    My heart was slowly sinking, as I felt myself holding in my breath.
    Did Travis honestly not care if took a smoke or not?
    After all this time I spent trying to convince Travis to cut off on the nicotine, he was actually going to let me take one myself?
    My blood began to boil, as I glared at Travis.
    I hastily went over to rip the cover off of the pack of cigarettes, as I shoved one in my mouth.
    It hasn't even been lit yet, and I hated the taste of it already.
    "Lighter." I demanded.
    Travis gave me a short glance, before letting out a deep breath of air.
    He reached into his pocket, taking out a solid black lighter.
    My heart was racing as the lighter was held closer and closer towards me, until it reached the tip of my cigarette.
    Travis hesitated, staring me dead in the eye.
    I didn't look away, afraid of showing weakness.
    "I'm not letting you do this." he sighed, before tossing the lighter off to the ground, sending it flying across the concrete.
    With one hard tug, he pulled the cigarette from my mouth, smushing it with his foot.
    "Is there something wrong with you?" he asked, his breath smelling of heavy smoke. "Why the hell in the right mind would you even consider smoking?"
    I glared at him, pushing his shoulder back so that he would back away from me.
    "Shut up, Travis." I hissed. "You should've let me had that one cigarette. I mean, it wouldn't kill me, would it?" I snapped, repeating the same words he used towards me weeks ago.
    Travis stared at me, long and hard.
    I saw his green orbs soften for just a short second, before they snapped back to being harsh and cold.
    "Riley, I care about you, that's all." he said lowly, sending shivers down my spine.
    I closed my eyes, pushing myself off the bench.
    I stared at him one last time with teary eyes, before shaking my head with a weak smile.
    "No, Travis." I whispered in a croaky tone. "You don't get to care about me."
    Before I got to see the reaction that Travis had, I turned my back on him.
    As my arms trembled by my sides, I walked away from him.
    One, two, three, four, fiv-
    A strong force pulled me backwards, as I felt my lips being pressed against Travis'.
    I didn't have to open my eyes to see who it was; I could tell by the smokey mint scent that Travis always had on him.
    His soft and warm lips morphed against mine, as he kissed me with need.
    I didn't know what to do but to kiss him back and wrap my arms around him, as he pulled my closer to his chest.

  11. lollipopx3 lollipopx3
    posted a quote
    December 14, 2012 10:52pm UTC
    trouble
    Chapter 30
    Travis' Point of View
    "You aren't stoned this time." I pointed out glumly when Dylan asked me to meet him at the local diner.
    It was late at night, and the place was completely empty, with the expection of the waitress, who had fallen asleep on the counter.
    "Shut up." Dylan muttered, letting out a long sigh.
    Rolling my eyes, I leaned over to table to find out what Dylan wanted from me this time. "Do you need more money or something?" I asked. "Because I already told you before, Dylan, I can't keep-"
    "I don't need money." Dylan cut me off, shooting me a glare. "Your expectations aren't too high of me, are they?"
    I clenched my jaw, suddenly feeling anger towards my adoptive brother.
    "What the hell do you mean by that?" I spat under my breath. "Am I supposed to think highly of you if you're on drugs every time I see you?"
    Dylan stared down at his fingers with shame, as I felt my chest heaving up and down.
    I fumbled in my pocket, looking for my pack of cigarettes.
    Cigarettes always eased me down and kept my life out of stress.
    But then, I suddenly remembered that I made a promise to Riley that I wasn't going to smoke anymore.
    I cursed under my breath, as I shut my eyes close.
    Riley sure made a loyal man out of me.
    "I want to come home, Travis." Dylan suddenly said so lowly under his breath, I wasn't sure if I heard him right.
    I choked on my own saliva, staring at Dylan with disbelief.
    Right when Dylan turned eighteen, he moved out of our house and went to crash over to one of his druggie friend's trailer, a few towns away.
    The place he was staying was dangerous, and I knew from experience.
    What the hell made him want to come back now?
    "You want to what?" I repeated.
    Dylan let out a dramatic breath of air, before he ran a hand through his blonde hair.
    "I'm twenty now, Travis. My life is going no where, and I'm surviving off of the money I get for selling crack. I just want to go home and restart things."
    I blinked hard, wondering what my mother and father would think of it.
    A part of me thinks that Dylan would get kicked out the moment he steps in, but another part of me thinks that my parents will welcome him with opened arms.
    "Crap, Dylan." I muttered. "I don't know."
    Dylan gave me knowingly weak smile, before nodding slowly. "Why not?" he asked teasingly. "Is it because your new girlfriend's preoccupied your life?"
    My eyes snapped to him, as I immediately thought of Riley.
    "Riley isn't my girlfriend." I said quickly, shooting him a glare.
    Dylan rolled his eyes. "Right, Travis." he mumbled sarcastically. "Riley is hot and single, why don't you just date her already?"
    I stayed quiet, sighing down at my hands that were locked.
    "Are you scared?" Dylan suddenly asked.
    I held in my breath, before letting out an exaggerated breath of air.
    "Petrified."


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  13. AdviceD AdviceD
    posted a quote
    November 25, 2012 12:00am UTC
    As long as you love me
    >>Prologue
    "Selena, you need to get ready for school." I hear my mom yell to me.
    I grunt, and make my way to the straightener.
    Hi, I'm Selena Gomez. I've got brown eyes ands brown hair.
    I'm currently 17 almost 18, and I'm a senior.
    I finished straightening my hair and added my makeup.
    Coverup, eyeliner, and some light pink eyeshadow.
    I put on a light pink lacy tank top with a black leather jacket, with some skinny jeans.
    I was running late, so I quickly brushed my teeth and grabbed a pair of black flip flops.
    "Bye, Mom!"
    I get into my car, trying not to speed, I quickly make it to school.
    "Finally you are here, Selena." Demi, my best friend, yells to me.
    "Sorry, I woke up late." I tell her.
    "For the first day of senior year? Oh well, you still look amazing as always." She smiles.
    "As do you." I smile back at my best friend.
    "But wanna know the only thing that sucks about this year?" Demi says as we walks to our homeroom.
    "What?" I ask her.
    "We were dumb last year, failed gym, and now have it this year with juniors." She sighs.
    "I can't be that bad."
    .~.
    Gym came and I was meeting with Demi since I didn't know any juniors.
    "Class, first day of school. Go ahead a play anything." The teacher says.
    Demi and I sit around and talk.
    Then I felt a ball and hit me.
    "OW." I rub my eye.
    "Are you alright?" A boy asks me.
    A cute one too.
    "Yes. I guess."
    I see Demi wink behind this boy.
    "Well, uh.. I'm Justin. Justin Bieber."
    Note: No one ever does Selena and Justin soo. :)


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  18. yourcool yourcool
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    November 18, 2012 9:28pm UTC
    if a red haired guy works at a bakery,
    does that make him a ginger bread man?

  19. Baseballisme Baseballisme
    posted a quote
    November 13, 2012 11:50am UTC
    I remember to many small details about people. Sometimes I have to act dumb so I don't freak them out.


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