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New to Witty, but been checking the website daily for a year now and finally decided to create an account. I'm writing a story callied 'Finding Me':) i love reading the stories on witty, everyone is so talented on here and i'm so glad to be part of it now<3

  1. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
    posted a quote
    August 6, 2012 6:58pm UTC
    The Beach House
    ~IMPORTANT NOTICE~
    Guys, sad news.
    I'M GOING ON HOLIDAY AND DONT GET BACK TILL SEPTEMEBER!
    I CAN'T POST TILL THE 1ST OR 2ND OF SEPTEMBER:'( I'M SO SORRY!
    I LOVE YOU ALL AND I HOPE YOU CAN UNDERSTAND
    X X X X X X X X
    Credit to: Amzybabe98 for the format!:)

  2. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    August 5, 2012 7:00pm UTC
    The Beach House
    ~Chapter 6~
    I ran to the beach house and curled up on the chair.
    I didn't want to think about these things.
    Pulling my knees up to my chest, I took deep breaths.
    Crying was weak, I will not cry.
    I glanced up at the shelf with all my surfing trophies on, and the pictures with my dad.
    That was when we were happy, before everything happened.
    My pink and yellow surf board was taunting me in the corner.
    Everything about this place was exactly the same as it was when I left California 6 years ago, but it didn't have the same happy feel about it anymore.
    Too much had happened.
    I took off my shorts and looked at my scars.
    They were disgusting.
    They took up most of my upper thighs and were a constant reminder of what happened.
    I thought I'd moved on, completely forgotten, but it was frightening how easy everything just came flooding back.
    I ran my thumb over the picture of my dad and I after I won the under 11's surfing championship.
    It was the photo Tyler had accidentally smashed the first time I met him.
    I still remember that day in the photo so well.
    I remember the sensation of my heart stopping when my score came through from my surf.
    I remember how my dad had ran up to me and hugged me tightly yelling 'you did it!'
    I also remember how I looked him dead in the eyes and told him 'no dad, we did it!'
    I can still see the flashing cameras, and the crowds of people just hoping to catch a glimpse of my trophy.
    Suddenly I heard the door to the beach house opening and I saw Tyler walk in looking a little panicked.
    "There you are. Where did you go? Have you been crying?" He asked all in one go.
    "Oh um I just needed to come here quickly." I replied.
    Then his eyes flicked down to my thighs, and I saw his eyes bulge.
    I gasped and scrambled around trying to find my shorts but I couldn't find them.
    "What happened to you?!" Tyler asked, alarmed.
    "Just help me find my shorts." I pleaded.
    "They're right here." He picked them up.
    "Thanks." I mumbled, but just as I reached for them, he held them out of my reach.
    "Kendal, tell me what happened to you." He demanded.
    "No Tyler give me back my shorts now!" I cried.
    This was one of the worst moments of my life.
    I'd always managed to hide my scars.
    Even people like Samantha Jones had never really seen them.
    People knew they were there but they'd never actually looked at them.
    Tyler was the first person besides my parents to have seen them.
    "I'll give them back once you explain." He ordered.
    I grabbed a blanket from the chair and wrapped it around my thights.
    Sobbing from humiliation, I sprinted out.
    I ran down the beach and right to my dads house.
    I locked myself in the bathroom and cried.
    It's a good thing my dad's house was huge, otherwise my father would've heard my outburst.
    I can't believe Tyler would do that.
    I thought he was a nice guy.
    No, no one is trustworthy.
    "Kendal! I'm going out to the grocery store! Can you make a start on the dinner?" My father shouted.
    So fixing myself in the mirror and platering on a fake smile, I walked downstairs pretending like my whole summer wasn't completely ruined.
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  3. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    August 4, 2012 9:43am UTC
    The Beach House
    ~Chapter 5~
    The beach was crowded.
    I guess it was only the beginning of summer and everyone still had that 'summer buzz' that would die down in a while, but it was still annoying how I could hardly find a space to sit.
    Placing my towel down on one of the only empty spots, I stripped to my bikini, leaving on my shorts and sat down.
    I pulled out my book and found the page I'd bookmarked, and started reading.
    I don't know how long I was reading for, but as I turned a page, something caught my eye.
    I looked up to see Tyler sitting on my towel, staring at me intently.
    Not expecting it, I jumped back from the shock.
    Breathing hard and laughing with relief, I layed down panting.
    "T-tyler, you scared me." I laughed.
    "Sorry." He chuckled.
    "What are you doing here?" I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
    "Lifeguard, remember? One of my many amazing jobs." He joked.
    I looked down to see he was indeed wearing red lifeguard swimming trunks.
    "You're slacking aren't you? Shouldn't you be sitting up there, looking out?" I teased, nodding towards the white, tall chair that had been abandoned.
    "I just wanted to come and see you." He smiled.
    I smiled back, and sat on my knees.
    "Woah, look at those tan lines. You should really take off your shorts or you're going to have some weird marks."
    I felt sick, I couldn't take them off... everyone would see the scars...
    "Oh, um I forgot my swimming bottoms." I quickly came up with an excuse.
    "Oh, well then if I were you I'd consider staying in the shade for the rest of the day." Tyler winked.
    "Thanks for the advice." I replied.
    "So you gonna go for a swim?" He asked.
    "Oh, I don't really like the sea much." I told him.
    "How come?"
    "Just reasons." I replied, not wanting to go into to much detail with someone I heardly knew.
    He changed the subject, clearly seeing I didn't want to talk about it.
    "Well I get off my shift in 20 minutes, want to go get some dinner?" He offered.
    "Dinner? But It's only 2 in the afternoon." I said, confused.
    "No, it's 5:30, that must be a really good book." He chuckled.
    5:30?
    I looked at my watch and he was right.
    "Oh, well yeah sure, dinner sounds great." I smiled.
    "Cool." He grinned, before running back to his chair and resuming postion.
    I began to pack up my things, so we could go straight away when his shift ended.
    "My my my, look who it is. Kendal, long time no see."
    I looked up to see who it was, to see Samatha Jones standing infront of me.
    I felt my stomach drop.
    I used to go to school with her when I lived here.
    I hadn't seen her in 6 years.
    I never knew why, but it was always her job to make my life a living hell.
    I looked down, and continued to pack away my things.
    "So what brings you back to California? I doubt it's the surfing." She said maliciously.
    "I can see you haven't changed." I mumbled under my breath.
    "I also doubt it's because you wanted to see your dad, hmm?" She carried on.
    I felt sick, all these memories I'd fought so hard to forget just came flooding back.
    "What do you want?" I asked firmly.
    "Oh nothing, just to come and say hello." She replied sarcastcally, "I also see you've taken interest in my Tyler. Word of advice, stay away."
    "Your Tyler? That's funny, seeing as he's never mentioned you once." I countered, "And I already have a boyfriend."
    She scoffed, "He must have very low standards."
    "Well I would love to stay and chat, but I have places to go." I replied sarcastically.
    "Where? The sea?" She asked sarcatically.
    I decided to let it go and walk away, even though I was close to tears.
    "Oh and Kandal? One last thing." I turned around to face her, "How are the scars now? Still as big as they were 6 years ago? Horrific accident, maybe they'll fade... someday." She snapped.
    I spun on my heel and walked away, swiping at the silent tears.
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    Sorry I couldn't upload yesterday, my internet is still being a little temperamental!
    Credit to: Amzybabe98 for the format!:)

  4. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    August 2, 2012 7:08pm UTC
    The Beach House
    ~Chapter 4~
    I walked along the pier, smiling as the atmosphere was electric.
    Everything about this place just radiated fun.
    All the stalls with the prizes, the little kids running round with their roll of tickets...
    The smell of honey roasted peanuts and cotton candy filled my nose.
    It was 10pm and the stars were out, making everything beautiful.
    The screaming from people on rides was making me laugh.
    I felt oddly peaceful, watching everything.
    "Kendal!" Someone yelled my name, I turned, confused as I knew no-one here.
    I spined round and felt the moronic grin stretch across my face at the sight of Tyler, working behind a stall.
    I felt my legs walk forward of their own accord, I just seemed to gravitate towards him.
    "Goodevening." He smiled, doing a bad English accent.
    "Terrible impression." I winked.
    He faked hurt, making me laugh.
    "So you having fun?" He grinned.
    "Yeah, it hasn't changed at all!" I had to shout to be heard over the noise.
    "You wanna have a go? I'll give you this one for free." He winked.
    "Sure." I laughed.
    He handed me three darts and I had to try and pop balloons.
    1 balloon popped - no prize.
    2 balloons popped - small prize.
    3 balloons popped - big prize.
    I lined up my shot and threw the dart.
    It missed completely, making Tyler roar with laughter.
    "You want me to show you?" He teased.
    I nodded, wanting to watch him miss.
    He hopped over the counter and picked up a dart.
    He aimed, and shot it perfectly.
    "How?!" I asked.
    "You do it like this." He placed a dart in my hand, then took my hand in his.
    He slipped his arm around my waist to support me and I couldn't help notice the tingling sensation in my stomach.
    My breath caught in my throat as he rested his chin on my shoulder to speak into my ear.
    "The darts," His warm breath tickled my ear and neck, "Are weighted, so aim higher like this," He guided my hand up high, "Pull back... and release."
    The balloon popped.
    He let go of me immediately.
    Had we just had a moment?
    "Seeing as you're new here, I'll let you have a big prize anyway. So what will it be?" Tyler smirked.
    "I'm not new, I'm just back for part 2." I joked, "And I'll take the tiger please."
    "For you." He bowed, handing me the tiger.
    "I'll name him Tigger." I beamed at my new toy.
    "Tigger?" Tyler chuckled.
    "Yeah, like from Winnie The Pooh?"
    "You really are different." He smiled genuinly.
    Different, you can say that again.
    "I like being controversial, it makes life interesting." I smiled, examining my tiger.
    I looked up and saw Tyler looking at me... proudly? Which was weird considering I hardly knew him.
    A little girl of about 6 then walked up to the stall and handed over her tickets.
    "And what's your name?" Tyler leant down to her level, beaming.
    "Rachel." She answered timidly, in her high pitched voice.
    "Thats a pretty name, mine's Tyler. How about we stand you up on the counter and you can have a go?" He asked.
    The little girl nodded eagerly, her pig tails swishing from side to side.
    Typer picked her up and swung her round in circles, making her giggle and scream, before standing her on the coutner and halping her throw the darts so she popped all 3 balloons.
    Rachel clapped her hands in triumph and Tyler gave her a high five.
    "So Rachel, what prize do you want?" He grinned.
    "The big monkey!" She jumped up and down.
    He gave it to her, his eyes excited.
    "I'm going to name it Tyler, just like you!" She yelled, happily.
    "You are?!" He faked shock.
    She nodded her head eagerly before her mother came along smiling, and took her hand.
    "Momma wants me to go to bed now but I'll be back tomorrow!" She giggled.
    "It was nice to meet you Rachel!" He shouted.
    I stood there, shocked.
    He was great with kids, and that was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen in my life.
    "What?" He asked, smirking.
    "You just keep throwing surprises at me, don't you?" I smiled.
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    Internet crashed yesterday which is why I couldn't upload, so I wrote a longer one today:) enjoy!
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  5. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    July 30, 2012 7:08pm UTC
    The Beach House
    ~Chapter 3~
    I hissed through my teeth as he pulled out a large piece of glass from my hand.
    "Are you sure you know first aid?" My voice shook with fear.
    "Yeah, I'm a lifeguard here at the beach." He explained, his brow furrowed as he tended to my damaged hands.
    "It hurts." I wimpered.
    "I know, I'm sorry." He appologised for the hundredth time.
    "It's okay." I mumbled.
    He gripped another big bit of glass with the first aid tweezers and gently tugged.
    I screamed in pain and burst into tears.
    He stopped immediately and looked so guilty.
    "S-sorry." I sniffled.
    He shifted uncomfortably.
    "It's only my first proper day here and already I just want to go home." I tried to make a joke out of it, but there were truth in my words and I think he saw through that.
    "I know, just let me get the glass out and then we can see if it needs stitches and whether you need to go to the hospital." He tried to calm me.
    I took some deep breaths and gave him my hand again.
    "I'll count to three." He suggested.
    I nodded and placed my hand in his.
    "One... Two..." He quickly yanked out the glass when I wasn't expecting it.
    I gasped in shock.
    "I feel sick." I told him, only half joking.
    "I can only see one more tiny piece. It won't hurt a bit." He assured.
    I nodded and closed my eyes and he tugged the last bit out.
    He picked up some antiseptic and I took more deep breaths as the stinging was horrific.
    "You'll need butterfly stitches which I have here, no hospital for you." He smiled.
    "Thanks." I grumbled.
    He stuck the stitches over the cuts and then bandaged my hands.
    "There you go, nice and healthy. Give it a few days and you should see improvement."
    "Thanks doc." I teased.
    He laughed.
    "So um.. yeah sorry for the whole beach house thing this morning." He appologised. "I won't stay there anymore."
    "If you tell me why you stay there, I might let you continue staying?" I offered, genuinly intrigued as to why he stayed there.
    He rolled his eyes as he took off his shirt, leaving himself in his lifeguard shorts.
    I stripped to my bikini and sat crosslegged on the same towel as him.
    "Lets just say I have some difficulties at home." He chuckled sarcastically.
    "Yeah, you and me both, Buddie." I moaned in the same tone.
    "Yeah? Worse than your Mom's new boyfriend moving in with you, who is the biggest jerk ever, and who can't stand you?" He raised his eyebrow.
    "Well my parents divorced a long time ago. Something happened with my dad, I haven't spoken to him in 6 years and then my Mom sent me here to live with him for the summer."
    He whistled lowly.
    "That's... awkward."
    "You can say that again." I grumbled.
    "Why'd she send you here?" He asked.
    "She doesn't like my boyfriend. I guess I have changed since I've been with him, y'know like staying out past curfew, dropping graded, and I got my nose pierced the other day for him... But I'd do anything for him." I smiled, remembering his face.
    "Well he must be a lucky guy to have a girl who would literally do anything for him." He said appreciatively.
    "He's great.. Most of the time. I mean sure he sometimes hooks up with other girls, but people do that right?" I smiled, trying to carry on the conversation.
    Tyler looked like his eyes popped out his sockets.
    "He hooks up with other girls?! Why are you with him?" He choked.
    "Because I love him. Boys do that stuff, so it's okay." I reasurred him.
    "Did he tell you that?" He questioned.
    I nodded my head.
    "Well he's a liar. And you can do so much better."
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  6. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    July 29, 2012 7:29pm UTC
    The Beach House
    ~Chapter 2~
    I looked out down the beach.
    8am, the perfect time for surfing.
    No one was around, it was peaceful.
    I walked down to the end of the beach, a few miles down.
    I then climbed up the huge rocks and then through the palm trees that grew there until I found it.
    The Beach House.
    My Dad had built it when I was small, we'd come here all the time.
    It's where we used to keep all our old surfing gear, although now, it looked like it'd been deserted for years.
    The memories came flooding back as I opened the doors.
    The first thing I saw was my little old surf board.
    It was pink, with a yellow stripe going down it, with a flower on the end.
    I used to use that board for every competition I did, it was my good luck charm.
    I ran my fingers along the shelf where all my trophies were, as were my dads.
    All the pictures, all the medals, they all took me back to a time when I was part of a happy family.
    I closed my eyes, and spun around 180 degrees, where I knew my favourite recliner chair would be.
    I opened my eyes slowly.
    There it was, the chair my father and I would cuddle up on after every competition.
    There was a blanket slung over the top and it lookde like something was underneath.
    Intriuged, I pulled off the cover, only to find a sleeping boy under!
    I let out a piercing scream from the shock.
    Imediately, the boy sprung up, looking round with bloodshot eyes, clearly thinking he was in danger.
    His eyes rested on me, and he jumped a mile, banging his head on my trophy shelf, sending them flying everywhere.
    I heard a smash, and I looked down to see my favourite photo ever had been smashed to pieces.
    "Who are you?!" The boy yelled.
    "Who am I?! Who are you?!" I sreamed back.
    After all, he was the one in my beach house!
    "Yeah, well I asked first!" He shouted.
    "Well!" I angerd, "I'm the girl who this place belongs too! Now who are you?!"
    He looked like he didn't believe me.
    "No you're not! I've been coming here for months and never seen anyone before!"
    "Maybe because I haven't been here in years!" I raged, how dare he!
    He folded his arms, looking firm.
    "You don't own this, now I was trying to sleep." He turned his back and collapsed back in the chair.
    I was fuming.
    I saw a bottle of water by the chair, obviously put there by him, so I grabbed it and emptied the contents onto his face.
    He leapt up again and looked like he would punch me if I was a guy.
    "You little..." He trailed off.
    I grabbed the smashed photo, and pulled out the picture, cutting my hands on all the broken glass.
    "See this?! ME and MY dad." I growled, shoving the picture into his chest for him to see.
    He examined it.
    "This." I picked up my little surfboard, "Is the surfboard I competed on when I was a kid. These." I kicked all the trophies that were on the floor, "Are all my wins."
    He looked around the place, and then back at me.
    I then suddenly realised he was the miserable guy last night from the pier.
    And he was even hotter up close!
    "So you're a surfer, huh?" He asked, softer.
    "Oh, so now you're going for the 'nice guy' approach, seeing as you've been living in my beach house for the last few months?" I raised my eyebrow in disbelief.
    "Not all the time, but it's nice here. Sorry, I thought it was abandoned." He explained.
    "Well, it's a good thing I caught you and not my dad."
    I saw the corner of his mouth twitch into an almost smile.
    He bent down and began to pick up the trophies.
    "I'm Tyler by the way." He introduced.
    "Kendal." I said flatly.
    "Well Kendal, it's nice to meet you. Now how about we take care of those hands? They look pretty cut up." He stated, examining them.
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  7. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    July 28, 2012 9:12pm UTC
    The Beach House
    ~Chapter 1~
    The familiar sound of the sea was filling my ears.
    The familiar feeling of the sand between my toes was everywhere.
    The familiar smell of the salty water filled my nose.
    Everything about this place was all too familiar.
    I used to love it here.
    I remember surfing through the californian waves, and running down the pier.
    It seemed like only yesterday that-
    I stopped that thought immediately, telling myself to not re-live that awful memory.
    It was in the past, burried deep.
    I hadn't been here in years, I hadn't seen my Dad for years.
    And now I had to spend my whole summer here, with someone who I called a stranger.
    I glanced behind me, back at the house my father lived in.
    It was huge, on the better end of the naighbourhood, and was only a few minutes walk from the beach.
    You could see the beach and nearly touch the sand.
    I could hear the people screaming and laughing from the pier, and the loud music was blaring.
    The sun was just setting over California; I'd been here for a few hours now, and it had been the most awkward few hours of my life.
    I'd tried unpacking my case as slowly as possible, but I hadn't bought much with me.
    I'd tried calling Mickey, but he wasn't answering.
    He'd gotten so angry when I'd told him I was being made to go to LA for the summer, saying it was all my fault my Mom was mad at me.
    He was the main reason we argued.
    I loved him, and I hate it when he's like this.
    I tried not to think of all the girls he'll hook up with while I'm away.
    I know he does it, and he knows that I know he does it.
    He also knows I love him too much to end the relationship.
    I swiped away at a tear that escaped.
    I heard coughing from behind me.
    "Oh.. Hey, um, Kendal. I.. uh, made dinner. Sushi.. you like that, right?" My Dad stumbled.
    It was reassuring to know this was awkward for the both of us.
    I shrugged my shoulders and nodded.
    He sighed in relief and walked back into the house.
    I looked out at the pier and saw someone looking almost as miserable as me.
    He looked around my age, with tanned skin and the most gorgrous brown hair.
    He was too far away for me to see his eyes, but I could tell he was... beautiful, for lack of a better word.
    He was working a stall on the pier and was clearly frustrated with the little children, arguing over who got the big bear.
    I smiled to myself, knowing that someone else was suffering tonight, before I walked in for my dinner with a huff.
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  8. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    July 27, 2012 9:07pm UTC
    The Beach House
    ~Introduction~
    "Kendal!" I groaned, I'd been caught.
    My attempts at sneaking back in past curfew had failed, again.
    I submissively walked into my living room.
    "Yes Mom?" I smiled, acting innocent.
    She gave me that 'Don't you give me that' look, so I looked down and waited for her to start ranting.
    "Where have you been?!"
    "I was at Mickey's"
    I cringed, waiting to see the familiar flicker of anger in her eyes at the mention of my boyfriends name.
    I saw it, and I knew I was done for.
    "How many times do I have to tell you that he is a bad influence on you! First your grades dropped, then your clothes changed, then it was the screaming music, and-" She stopped abruptly and I wondered what was wrong, until I saw her eyes flicker to my nose.
    I froze, knowing I was in so much trouble.
    "Please tell me that is not a nose piercing!" My mother screeched.
    I'd got it done earlier today - Mickey said the other day how he loved girls with nose piercings so I got it done, I loved to make him happy like that.
    Yes, he was a little scary looking with his many piercing, tattoos, drinking habits and his few run-ins with the cops, but I loved him.
    "Mom, I'm 16, you can't tell me what to do." I said, trying to sound firm, but the break in my voice gave me away.
    "Kendal Laurell, I raised you better than this! I don't know what to do with you anymore! This is the third time this week you've snuck in past curfew! And it's only the first week of summer! I've had it up to here with you!" She exclaimed, waving her arms about to add emphasis.
    "I'm sorry Mom, I don't know what to say." I told her honestly.
    I hated making my Mom upset, but Mickey wanted me to stay. I told him I couldn't but he started to get angry, and threatened to break up with me, and I couldn't let that happen.
    "Tell me you'll do as you're told for once - and you can start by taking out that nose piercing! Or even better, break up with Mickey." She practically pleaded.
    "But I love him Mom." I replied.
    She stayed silent for a long time, and I was starting to get a little nervous, there was just something eery about the dead silence in the middle of the night.
    After a long, strange silence, my mother looked me dead in the eyes, and spoke the words I was least expecting.
    "Fine, you won't play by my rules, then... You can go stay with your Dad for the summer."
    I felt my stomach churn, and my heart sink.
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  9. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    July 26, 2012 8:16pm UTC
    Hey guys!
    I'm back! Summer for us English people has finally arrived to I can now focus all my energy on writing!
    I Can't wait to start again!
    Thank you so much for not getting angry at me, I know I've been a pain!
    I love you all so much and hope you will continue to read my stories!
    First Chapter is up tomorrow!
    Love,
    teenage_dreemer x

  10. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    June 11, 2012 5:52pm UTC
    Hey guys!
    Okay so I have a number of things to say to all of you beautiful people:
    1) Thankyou SO much for all of your ideas! They really helped inspire me and I have decided to go with jk1997's idea!
    2) I'm so so so so sorry for not uploading sooner! Here in England, we are currently doing all our exams so everything's a bit hectic with revision :////
    3) I thought it would be amazing if one of my amazing readers could create/let me use one of their formats for the story? You could create it and then leave me a comment on this quote and I could go check it out.
    Thankyou so much and I hope you're all not too mad at me for not writing sooner.
    I love you all<3
    Love, teenage_dreemer x x

  11. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    June 6, 2012 6:35pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Hey guys! So basically, i have a bit of a problem - i have complete writers block! i feel like i've done too many of the 'new girl starts at new school and falls in love with popular jock' kind of story, but i dont have any new ideas! So, i thought i could leave it up to you guys!
    i'll give you tonight and tomorrow night to leave all of your ideas, i promise to read through every one and then i'll see what one i like the best and make a story out if it! the winning idea will get full credit:)
    thankyou for the help!
    i cant wait to read all your amazing ideas!
    love you always,
    love teenage_dreemer x

  12. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    June 4, 2012 7:08pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 34
    Hope's POV
    It had been three months now since the accident.
    I'm just so greatful that Brayden and I were the only two in my dorm that night.
    Brayden hadn't been out of hospital that long, but as promised we'd gone on vacation somewhere.
    My father payed for us to go to some reclusive island somewhere.
    It was so hot, and so amazing.
    As I sat in the little hammock on the beach, watching as Brayden walked towards me carrying my diet coke, I couldn't help but think about how lucky I was to have him.
    He was my rock, the one who kept me grounded.
    He showed me that I didn't have to dress or act like the person everyone wanted me to be, but I could be who I wanted to be and that's all that matered.
    I was completely in love with him.
    "Here you go baby girl." He beamed at me.
    "Thanks." I grinned back.
    "Got room for one more?" He smiled, nodding at the double hammock I was swinging in.
    "Climb in." I laughed, scooting over to make room.
    We'd been here for two weeks, and only had one week left, but we'd both agreed we'd come back here one day.
    It was beautiful.
    We'd already agreed that we would go skiing together next though, as it was something we both wanted to try.
    "So, I've booked us a table somewhere tonight, seen as I haven't been able to take you on a proper date in a while." He smiled down at me.
    "Awesome!" I said, really excited.
    I loved my dates with Brayden.
    "We should probably leave in a minute, so you have anough time to get ready. I know what you're like." He winked.
    I slapped his chest playfully.
    "Hey, you're probably right." I chuckled, "So come on then, help me pack up our stuff."
    Together we packed up our towels, sun cream, books and iPods and headed back to our villa.
    I was always surprised at how quickly the days went by on this holiday.
    It was already 5pm yet it felt like only lunchtime.
    I got in the shower and washed all the salt water out of my hair, before stepping out and braided it, putting it up in a messy up-do.
    I then slipped on a high waisted floral skirt and a plain top tucked in.
    I applied my trademark makeup and heels, put on some long necllaces, rings and bracelets, and stepped out the room.
    I couldn't help but grin at how great my boyfriend looked.
    In his tan colour shorts and aztec tshirt he looked amazing.
    "You look as beautiful as always." He winked.
    "And you're as corny as always." I teased.
    Rolling his eyes, he grabbed my hand and we walked down the beach.
    "I thought we were going to a restaurant?" I asked, confused.
    "It's a special restaurant." He beamed.
    When I saw what he was talking about, I gasped.
    There was a huge markee set up right on the beach.
    There was a violin playing in the background and the whole thing was lit up with candles.
    "Brayden, this is perfect." I said.
    Wow, that was an understatement!
    We sat down and a waitor took our drinks order.
    We had the most amazing meal, it was the best date I had ever been on and probably will over go on.
    Just as I ordered my choclate cake for dessert, Brayden looked at me very seriously.
    "Hope." He began.
    "Brayden." I replied, teasing.
    I saw his mouth twitch into a smile faintly as he tried not to laugh.
    Then he got down on one knee, pulling out the most gorgeous gold diamond ring I'd ever seen.
    "Hope, I love you so much." He began, making me grin the most moronic grin possible, "I really can't live without you. The fire just proved that to me. I can't imagine myself with anyone else and I see my whole future with you. I want to make you happy for the rest of our lives, and so I was wondering..."
    My breath caught in my throat.
    "Will you marry me?"
    Oh my God!
    The truth is, I saw my whole future with him too. He was all I wanted, and all I ever would want.
    "Yes!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around his neck.
    He kissed me so hard it should of knocked both of us off our feet.
    "I love you." He said against my lips.
    "I love you too." I laughed.
    Finally, everything was right in my life.
    THE END.
    Aww the end! So basically, I can't post tomorrow night as I'm at a sleepover, but please post any ideas you have for a new story! I need inspiration please! Thankyou for reading this, it means so uch to me and I really do love each and ever one of you x

  13. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
    posted a quote
    June 3, 2012 5:40pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 33
    Brayden's POV
    I could hear beeping around me.
    Wherever I was, it smelt weird.
    It smelt all sterile.
    My nose started to itch, so I moved my arm to my face, but something was tugging on my arm and it hurt.
    Confused, I opened my eyes.
    I was in a hospital!
    Why?
    I looked at my arm to see I had drips and wires in the inside of my elbow.
    My whole body was aching like crazy.
    It was so sore, I was afraid to move.
    I looked around, so dazed.
    "Brayden?" I heard the most angelic voice in the world call.
    I looked around the room frantically, desperately trying to find where she was.
    My angel.
    Then suddenly, she was by my bedside.
    "Oh Brayden! You're awake!" Hope was crying.
    "Don't cry baby girl, I'm okay." I murmured.
    I stroked her face with my hand, but hissed in pain when I tried to turn to get a better look at her.
    "You need more pain medication." she fussed over me, fiddling with the hospital blankets.
    "No, no I'm okay." I tried to reassure her.
    "Don't try and play it down, you must be in so much pain." He sniffled.
    She pressed the nurse button and immediately a nurse walked through.
    "Oh good, you're awake." She smiled.
    "Y-yeah." I mumbled, not knowing what else to say.
    "Why am I here?" I asked, still confused.
    "You don't remember?" Hope asked.
    I shook my head, ignoring the pain.
    "Y-you saved my life Brayden. I'd be dead if it wasn't for you. You ran back into the building to rescue me from the fire." She said, looking so overwhelmed.
    Then it all came flooding back.
    "You did it - you jumped." I beamed at her proudly.
    "Yeah." She grinned back, crying happy, relieved tears.
    "Do you need more pain meds?" The nurse asked, interupting us.
    "No thankyou ma'am." I replied politely.
    I didn't want to go back to sleep, and the medication would knock me out again.
    "Are you sure? You have extensive injuries. You've shattered both your shin bones, cracked a number of ribs, have third degree burns covering a large amount of your body and have some wicked bruising." She scolded.
    Wow.
    "What about Hope? Are you okay baby girl?" I asked worridly, she'd been in there a lot longer.
    "Stop worrying about me! I have a few burns but other than that, I'm fine." She said, stroking my hair making me feel sleepy. "Give him more pain killers." She added on the end.
    The nurse grinned and nodded.
    She hooked a new bag to the drip I had, and walked out the room.
    "Mmmm." I moaned appriciativly as she continued to run her fingers through my hair.
    She bent down and pressed her lips to mine, and I savoured every second of it.
    "I love you Brayden. More than you could ever imagine." She whispered.
    "Hope, I love you too. And when we get out of here, we're going on vacation somewhere. Just me and you." I promised her.
    I'd take her anywhere she wanted to go.
    "Really?!" Her eyes lit with excitement.
    "I swear." I smiled, yawning.
    Jheez, those meds kick in quick.
    "Go to sleep." She cooed.
    I gripped her hand tighter and she played with my fingers.
    "I'll never be able to thank you enough for what you did for me." She whispered.
    "Anytime." I mumbled, falling asleep, making her chuckle.
    Then, I fell asleep contentidly, knowing my angel was safe.
    Not many more chapters left now!:(

  14. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
    posted a quote
    June 1, 2012 6:19pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 32
    Brayden's POV
    I jumped as hard as I possibly could.
    It was the scariest thing I had ever done, and would ever do in my life.
    Hope was screaming and crying, she was so scared.
    So was I, but I had to focus.
    All I kept thinking to myself was 'I hope being burnt to death isn't too painful'.
    But the furniture on the other side of the hole was getting nearer and nearer.
    It was like the whole thing was being played in slow motion.
    I saw the dressing table coming closer and closer to me, I could almost touch it.
    Please let us make it!
    Then suddenly, my feet touched something solid.
    I put my hands out infront to steady myself.
    Oh my God.
    The adrenaline was pumping round my body.
    We were alive!
    "Hang on Hope, we're nearly out!" I shouted over the crackle of the flames.
    I felt her nod against my neck.
    I ran out what used to be her dorm, to see the fire had gotten worse.
    It was everywhere.
    The stairs were gone, they had been smothered by fire.
    I glanced around helpless.
    There was no way I just made that jump and then didn't make it now!
    I looked over to see the fire exit looked okay-ish.
    I sprinted for it and kicked the door open, slamming the door shut behind me.
    I ran over to the balcony and saw there was a fairly big drop down to the ground.
    "Hope! Get down baby." I told her.
    She did as she was told.
    "I'm gonna jump. Then you jump and I'll catch you." I promised her.
    She peeked over the side and went all shaky.
    "No Brayden! That jump's huge! We'll die!" She exclaimed, horrified.
    "It's the only choice we have." I said helplessly.
    Firemen bellow were telling us to wait there, but what use was that! They couldn't get to us and this was our only chance of escape.
    I swumg my legs over, before turning to face her.
    "Wait till I tell you to jump." I said sternly.
    Then, without waiting for her reply, I pushed myself off before she could stop me.
    I fell through the air, as I tried to land on my feet, assuming that would be best.
    But as my feet hit the ground with such an impact, I felt the snapping of my shin bones.
    I hissed through my teeth, the pain making me feel nauseous.
    I pushed through the pain though, seeing my angel looking down at me, terrified.
    "Jump Hope!" I yelled.
    She shook her head fiercly.
    "Hope Taylor you jump RIGHT NOW! Do NOT give up in me!" I ordered.
    'I love you'. She mouthed to me.
    I blew her a kiss in response.
    Then, she swung her legs over and jumped too.
    I was so proud of her.
    I watched her falling so I could judge where she would hit the ground.
    I saw the spot, so I dived there just as she landed on my stomach, breaking her fall.
    We were out.
    Every bone in my body was screaming in white hot pain.
    Hope threw her arms round me, sobbing her little heart out.
    "You saved my life! You saved my life! Brayden I love you so much." She cried.
    "I couldn't live without you." I told her seriously.
    We were suddenly surrounded by paramedics.
    I felt tired suddenly.
    They were crowding round me, and I felt my eyelids getting heavy.
    "Go to sleep, I'll be right here when you wake up." She told me lovingly, just as my eyes closed shut form exhaustion.
    They made it!:')

  15. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    May 31, 2012 6:22pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 31
    Brayden's POV
    Something was pressing on my chest repetidley.
    Everything was kind of fuzzy.
    I could hear people panicking, but I wasn't sure why.
    I reluctantly opened my eyes, and I saw I was in an ambulance truck.
    "Mr Hicks? Can you hear me?" A woman in uniform asked me.
    "Yeah, yeah what's going on?" I asked, confused.
    "There's been a fire, you passed out from the smoke inhilation, but you're going to be fine." She said professionally.
    She grabbed hold of my wrist to check my pulse, when suddenly it dawned on me.
    "Where's Hope?!" I asked, desperate to know she was safe.
    "Sir, stay calm." She ordered.
    "Not until you tell me where she is!" I growled.
    The woman looked at the surrounding paramedics, and one of them nodded their head at her.
    "They couldn't save her." She said quietly.
    Couldn't save her?
    No... No.
    She isn't dead.
    She couldn't be dead.
    I love her!
    "How long have I been passed out?" I asked, so desperate.
    "Not long, only a few minutes. But you need to stay calm." The woman barked.
    So I'd only been here for a few minutes - Hope could still be alive!
    I leapt up, shocking everyone in the ambulance and sprinted towards the dorm buildings.
    I could hear people screaming at me not to, and firemen were trying to restrain me.
    I forcefully shoved them off, and I took off my hoodie.
    I put my hoodie under the huge hose they were squirting at the fire, so that it was soaking wet, then...
    I ran inside.
    The whole place was coming down.
    I ran for the stairs, praying they were safe.
    There was no other way, so I kept my back to the wall and made my way up.
    Luckily we were on this floor.
    Please hang in there baby girl.
    I tried not to picture her scared, defeated face as she sat there waiting for death.
    She can't leave me, I love her too much.
    If we ever got out of here alive, I was marrying her.
    Either we both got out of here, of none of us did.
    I gasped as I reached the top of the stairs just as the ceiling fell down infront of me.
    I jumped over it, so narrowly avoiding being burnt.
    I then ran down the corridor, trying to hard to stay clear of the flames.
    I found our door and it was already broken down.
    I dodged my way through before I came to the bedroom.
    There she was.
    Oh my God.
    "HOPE!" I screamed at her.
    She didn't move.
    She was crying, her whole body shaking with fear.
    But she was alive.
    "HOPE! LOOK AT ME!" I yelled at her.
    She slowly raised her head.
    "Am I dead yet?" She cried.
    "No baby girl, but we need to get out!" I shouted.
    She looked at me shocked.
    "BRAYDEN! GET OUT GET OUT! You can't save me! Please go, go now!" She sobbed.
    "I'm not leaving without you!" I swore.
    I backed right up against the wall, so I had a good run-up for the massive jump.
    Chances are, I either wouldn't make the jump, or land and break the floor.
    "Hope! Stay back! I'm gonna jump!" I instructed.
    "No no no!" She screamed.
    I didn't wait for her reply.
    I ran as fast as I could and leapt into the air.
    I just kept focused on her angels face so that if I didn't make it, she would be the last thing I saw.
    But then, my feet touched the floor.
    And it didn't break.
    What the hell?
    I made it!
    I wrapped her in my arms so tight I was probably hurting her.
    "Put this on!" I ordered, handing her the soaked hoodie.
    She put it on.
    It would stop her from burning, or cool any burns she had.
    She put it on obediantly.
    "Get on my back baby girl, I'm getting us out of here!" I said.
    "No Brayden! You'll never make it!" She cried.
    She was right.
    I didn't have as big of a run up, and I had her weighing me down.
    But I wasn't giving up just yet.
    "Get on my back!" I shouted.
    She did as she was told.
    "Don't look baby." I said softly.
    She buried her face in my neck.
    "Hope, I love you." I said, as I began to cry.
    "I love you too Brayden." She said gently in my ear.
    I turned my head round and kissed her so tenderly.
    It was the most beautiful kiss I'd ever expirienced.
    It was the most bitter sweet monent of my life.
    "Now I'm gonna jump baby, so you need to hold on tight, okay?" I told her.
    In response, she tightened her legs round my waist, and her arms round my neck.
    "On the count of three." I whispered in her ear.
    She nodded.
    "One..." I began.
    "Two..." She said shakily.
    "Three!" We both shouted as I pushed off and prayed so hard that we made it.
    So sorry about all the cliffhangers guys!

  16. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
    posted a quote
    May 30, 2012 2:53pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 30
    Hope's POV
    I crawled over to a corner of the bedroom and sat there rocking myself, so panicked.
    Brayden was trying to open a window on the other side, by the door.
    We were both coughing and spluttering, and I could feel the hairs on my arms burning.
    Everything was so hot, it was terrifying.
    There was nothing I could do.
    I could hear the sirens everywhere and I hoped it would only be a matter of time before someone came and helped us.
    The loud crackle of the flames was making it hard to concentrate.
    I could feel myself getting extremely lightheaded.
    Suddenly, there was a tremendous crash, and the worse thing possible could of happened.
    The floor infront of me gave way.
    There was a huge hole infront of me - I was trapped in the corner.
    Brayden spun round and the alarm was evident on my face.
    Fire was surrounding me and I was screaming so bad.
    "Brayden! Brayden I'm stuck!" I screamed.
    "Hang on baby girl!" He yelled.
    "NO! NO Brayden don't jump it, please please please! You'll die!" I sobbed.
    "Hope! Hang on, okay? You're going to be fine!" He bellowed.
    Suddenly I heard the door break down and firemen ran in.
    They tried to grab Brayden but he wasn't having any of it.
    "Let me go! Help her!" He was creaming.
    I was crying to hard, my entire body shaking.
    "Sir, we'll help her, but right now we need to get you out safley." He man said through his mask.
    I could see Brayden struggling with the men, but all the smoke was making him so weak.
    "Brayden, go." I spluttered.
    "No..." He struggled, before I saw him pass out right before my eyes.
    I screamed, alarmed.
    Unfrtunately, that meant that I took in more lungfulls of the smokey air.
    I coughed so hard my lungs felt as if they were on fire.
    "Miss, stay calm." One of the men instricted.
    I tried to do as they said, as I watched one guy carry Brayden out over his shoulder.
    "I love you." I whispered, knowing he couldn't hear me, and knowing I would die.
    There was no way they could reach me and they had to go and save others.
    "The floor was collapsing more and more every second, there was no way they could jump it.
    "Miss, I'm so sorry, I can't jump that much." One guy said, looking so pained.
    I cried even harder, knowing this was the end.
    I nodded, knowing my voice wouldn't work.
    I smiled to myself, glad that the last words I would speak would be telling Brayden that I loved him.
    The fireman took one last look at me, before he ran out into the hallway.
    I stared at the flames that were growing every minute.
    Please let this be over with quickly.
    Only a few more chapters left now!:(

  17. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    May 29, 2012 6:43pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 29
    Hope's POV
    "Brayden! Stop!" I chocked out through giggles.
    "Not until you appologise for saying I can't cook!" He roared with laughter.
    "N-n...never!" I shrieked with laughter.
    "Then prepare to die!" He laughed, tickling me harder.
    "Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" I shrieked again.
    He stopped tickling me and laid on top of me on the couch, keeping all his weight off of me.
    "Tell me that you loved my cooking." He smirked.
    "I loved your cooking." I teased.
    He'd just cooked us lasagne.
    Well, burnt is probably a better word, but it was sweet all the same.
    "So you want me to cook again tomorrow night? I make a mean bolognese." He winked.
    "How about I make the pasta and you make something you can't burn like the salad?" I giggled.
    "Agreed." He chuckled.
    After Brayden and I agreed to try our relationship again three nights ago, things had been great.
    The papers were writing stuff, some good and some bad, but Brayden had showed me that it didn't really matter what they wrote about us.
    "Now, it's time for the chocolate cake." I said mock-seriously.
    "Bring it on!" He howled.
    We raced to the kitchen and I pulled the chocolate cake I'd bought warlier from the fridge.
    Oh my, it looked so good.
    I cut us each a slice and pulled out the cream.
    I poured a huge amount onto each piece and took it over to the table.
    "Enjoy! I spent hours cooking this." I teased.
    "Yeah, I can imagine how much effort it took you to run to Walmart and buy it all." He winked.
    Laughing, we took a bite each.
    It was so good!
    After we ate, I got a text form Grace.
    It read: Sister's been in hospital, must see her. I'll be back tomorrow afternoon, so sorry Hope! X
    Damn, Lauren and Dylan were away visiting Laurne's mum in New York, and I really didn't want to be by myself.
    "Hey Brayden? Lauren and Grace are both out tonight. Can you stay over? I don't want to be by myself." I admitted.
    "Sure baby girl, anything you want." He smiled easily.
    "You have some stuff here right?" I asked.
    "Always, incase of an emergency."
    I smiled, he's so serious about his job.
    "I'm gonna get my pyjamas on so I'll be 5 minutes." I said as I kissed him quickly on the way past.
    I got into some shorts and a camisole top and went to sit with him on the couch.
    "I put on The Last Song - I know you love that film." He beamed.
    I blushed, how cute!
    "Thanks boyfriend." I grinned.
    "I love the sound of that." He admitted.
    "Yeah? Me too." I replied.
    We watched the film and of course I cried.
    I fell asleep in his arms and snuggled closer to him when i felt him lay us down on my bed.
    ~
    I was coughing and spluttering.
    Sirens, I could hear sirends everywhere.
    The whole place stank of smoke.
    I was so confused and dizzy, my head was spinning.
    I opened my eyes and screamed.
    The whole place seemed to be on fire.
    "Brayden! Brayden! WAKE UP!" I cried, shaking him roughly.
    He opened his eyes groggily, and as soon as understandning crossed his face, he leapt up so quickly.
    "Hope get down on the floor!" He instructed.
    I did as I was told.
    He walked towards the fire and I screamed at him not too.
    He somehow managed to get two t-shirts and he threw one at me.
    "Put it over your mouth!" He coughed.
    I did as he said.
    But, I didn't know how it would help, I was feeling so lightheaded from the smoke.
    The whole place was up in flames and the floor was breaking.
    Either the floor would give way, or the ceiling would.
    We were going to die.
    Oh no!:(

  18. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    May 28, 2012 6:14pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 28
    Hope's POV
    I picked up the magazine and payed for it at the cash register.
    I walked through the streets, hearing the cameras clicking and reporters, but I felt too detached to answer or even look at any of them.
    I smiled and waved, but I was in my own little bubble.
    I was in a pair of tailored trousers and a smart blouse.
    I felt old.
    I walked back to my dorm and left the door open so Brayden could come in behind me.
    I sat down on the couch and flipped open the magazine.
    'HOPE TAYLOR: FROM TRASHY TO TASTEFULL' was the headline.
    Inside was pictures of me from the last two weeks and all the different outfits I'd worn.
    The article praised how I had changed my dress sense and had called me an 'excellent role model for the teens of today'.
    Well I guess I had America back on my side.
    But should I really have to settle my happiness for them?
    I chucked the paper onto the coffee table, frustrated.
    I looked over at Brayden, he looked uncomfortable standing there.
    "Sit down if you want." I said awkwardly.
    We hardly ever spoke anymore - it hurt me too much.
    "Thanks." He replied greatfully.
    Unfortunately, we only had one couch, meaning he had to come sit next to me.
    I put on some film and tried to get into it, but I just couldn't.
    "Hope?" Brayden said huskily, half way through the film.
    "Um... yeah?" I said shakily.
    "Can we talk?" He asked, nervously.
    Uh oh.
    "There's not really much left to say." I relied.
    "I think there is." He said bluntly.
    "Okay then." I started.
    "Please Hope, please don't dount for a second that I never loved you." He began.
    Oh God, no I don't want to hear this.
    I shook my head.
    "Please. Yes, I started this assignment to protect you, but then I got to know you, Hope. I saw what an amazing girl you were and I fell in love with you. I still love you so much. It kills me how you won't even look at me. It really does. I know you still love me too. Please, baby. I'm so sorry." His voice broke with emotion.
    "Brayden..." I was lost for words.
    My heart was screaming for me to tell him I loved him too, but my head was telling me to lie.
    "Brayden we can't be-" He cut me off by crashing his lips to mine.
    He kissed me so loveingly and tenderly that it made me want to cry.
    I missed his kisses and I missed how we used to be.
    I wanted him back to badly that it physically hurt me.
    All too soon, he pulled away.
    He kept his mouth less than a centimeter away from mine.
    We were both breathing hard.
    "Tell me you don't love me, and I won't do that again.
    "I can't." I replied simply.
    I felt him smile against my mouth and he pecked me softly again.
    "Can you ever forgive me?" He asked softly.
    "I forgive you, Brayden - of course I do. But we can't be together." I whispered.
    "Why?" He looked hurt.
    "Imagine the things that would be written in the papers..."
    "I don't care about the papers! I care about us!"
    "Please Hope, just one more chance." He begged.
    When I didn't answer, he added, "I promise I won't let anyone hurt you, ever."
    "You could hurt me." I said flatly.
    "Never again." He vowed.
    I loved him so much.
    "One more chance?" He asked again.
    "One more chance." I replied, smiling for the first time in weeks.
    I turned off the film and we cuddled and kissed until the others got home.
    Aw, they're back together!:')

  19. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    May 27, 2012 6:36pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 27
    Brayden's POV
    I could hear Hope's friends talking quietly.
    They used to be my friends... Could I still class them as friends?
    I don't think I could.
    "Agent Hicks, Miss Taylor is already running behind schedule." Aaron spoke through the ear pieces we wore.
    "Agnet, it is not our job to get involved in Miss Taylor's personal life." I spoke back, through the little microphone attatched to the collor of my suit jacket.
    But that was so hypocritical of me - I'd done just that.
    I'd gotten involved in her private life and fallen in love with her.
    Glancing at my watch, I saw that we were indeed already 4 minutes late.
    Thankfully, I heard Hope's bedroom door open and I waited for her to appear round the corner.
    My stomach was doing flips, just like it always does when she's out of my sight.
    But I was not expecting what I saw when she stepped round the corner.
    She looked... she looked... I had no words.
    She still looked beautiful.
    Hell, she could look beautiful in a bin bag, but in the pink skirt and blazer jacket, with no make up on and tiny little heels, she didn't look like the Hope I loved.
    I noticed her left cheek looked a little wet - she'd been crying.
    My insided ached as I wanted to comfort her so badly.
    Her 'friends' were full-on teasing her, making her feel so bad as they threw out nasty comments about what she was wearing.
    They were just in shock, but I still wanted to go over there and snap at them all.
    She turned to me, tears streaming down her face and my heart sank.
    I never wanted her to be unhappy.
    She was doing her best to please everybody, her father didn't realise what this was doing to her.
    "I'm ready to go now." Her voice broke with emotion as she spoke to me.
    Aaron and I followed her to the elevator where we got in.
    She walked over to the corner and sobbed.
    I'd never seen her like this and I hated myself for it.
    I watched her back shaking as she cried and cried.
    The dinging noise above sounded, and as if it had never happened, she swiped away at her tears and smiled.
    It wasn't a real smile though; it didn't touch her eyes.
    We walked through campus with people staring, mouths wide open.
    I couldn't help myself - I put my hand on her back to comfort her.
    She looked round stunned, but actually looked like she quite liked it, which made me feel so happy I could burst.
    The reporters were hounding her and I wanted to punch each and every one of them.
    But, when one asked "Are you and your body guard back together?" I internally groaned.
    She roughly batted my hand off of her back and staggered towards the limo.
    She practically collapsed into the car, before placing her head in her hands.
    What had I done?
    Where has all of your lovely feedback gone too?!:-(

  20. teenage_dreemer teenage_dreemer
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    May 26, 2012 6:30pm UTC
    Protect Me.
    Chapter 26
    Hope's POV
    I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
    I was in a knee length pink straight skirt with the matching blazer and a plain top underneath.
    I looked like the kind of daughter I was expected to look like.
    I didn't look like me.
    I wore clothes that were a little too short or revealing.
    I wore heels that were that little bit too high.
    I wore make up that was that little bit too heavy.
    But as I looked in the mirror all I saw was Hope Taylor.
    I saw the girl that everyone wanted me to be, but I didn't see the real me.
    The real me was how I was when I was around my friends or Brayden.
    My normal feather earings that would come down to my shoulders and my black nail polish had been replaced with tiny pearl studs and a clear gloss.
    Sighing, I stepped out of the outfit and added it to the pile of clothes I had recently bought.
    I didn't know what to wear.
    Part of me didn't care though.
    This was who I had to be now.
    So, I stepped back into the outfit and slipped on some white heels.
    When I say 'heels' what I mean is some white shoes with a heel of 2 centimeters.
    My hair was straightened which I hated - I always liked my hair volumised and wavy/curly.
    I walked out my dorm room without another glance in the mirror.
    I felt a tear slide down my cheek.
    I'd cried a lot recently, I just hid it from other people.
    Tears made you look weak.
    I had to stay strong for my family.
    I walked into the breakfast room and living room and saw Lauren, Grace and Dylan sitting round the table as usual.
    Brayden was standing by the front door, doing his guarding job.
    They all looked at me.
    I looked away, embarrassed.
    It was the first time I'd gone out as the 'new me'.
    "I'm ready to go now." My voice broke as I spoke to Brayden.
    "Hope, what the-?" Lauren started.
    "Yeah, Hope. What's with... that?" Dylan scrunched his nose.
    "Seriously, Hope - it looks like an old lady dressed you think moring." Grace said, disgusted.
    I looked away from my friends without saying a word, the tears were streaming down my face but I no longer wore make up so I didn't have to worry about my face getting ruined.
    I headed for the door before they could see me crying.
    I peaked at Brayden to see him looking so upset.
    Why did he even care about me?!
    I was at a breaking point, and I know that pretty soon I'm going to crumble.
    I walked out my dorm and headed towards the elevator.
    When the doors securely closed and it was only Brayden, Aaron and I, I placed my head in the corner and cried.
    I didn't care what my 'guards' thought of me anyway.
    But, there was a dinging sound, signalling that the elevator was on the correct floor so I quickly swipped at my face and platered on my best fake smile.
    Shakily, I stepped out and across campus.
    There was only around 10 reporters now.
    Everyone was staring at me as they walked past.
    I felt a hand on my back and a glanced round to see Brayden had placed his hand there.
    It was weirdly comforting, and I didn't flinch away like I know I should've.
    "Miss Taylor! Why the new look?!"
    "Hope! Give us a smile in your new clothes!"
    "Miss Taylor! Are you and your body guard back together?!"
    I tried my best to ignore the reporters, I really did - but that last question caught me off gaurd.
    I gasped, and forcefully shoved his hand off of my back.
    I sped my walk up and pretty much collapsed into the back of the limo.
    I need help.
    Urgent, urgent help.
    Next chapter will be the same, just in Brayden's POV as I feel it's important to hear his thoughts too:)

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