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January 22, 2013 10:40pm UTC

it may just be "screaming" and "noise" too you, but it's the perfect kind of "screaming" and "noise" to me.
they may just be "average people", "tattooed freaks", or "dead beats" too you, but to me they're heros, inspirations, and life savors.
it may be "just a band" too you, but to me.. they're the only steady constent in my life. i physically need them.
it may be "wasted money", "dangerous risks", and "wasted friday nights", but to me; it's the only place i can call home for me. that mosh pit, that crowd, they're all sort of like a family to me.
my music may not mean anything to you, but it means everything to me.
Black Veil Brides
Of Mice & Men
Falling In Reverse
Pierce The Veil
Sleeping With Sirens
All Time Low
Mayday Parade
Memphis May Fire
Suicide Silence
Asking Alexandria
Ghost Town
these 11 bands have litterally saved my life. respect them and myself, by not bashing them.

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bre_woof
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January 7, 2013 5:01pm UTC

I Want You In The Most Unromantic Ways
(Alternate Sequel to Thanks For Nothing)
Chapter Sixty Seven♥
I knew I shouldn't have been so harsh with Jaime, but I couldn't help but feel it was partly
his fault as well for not calling earlier or making Tony call.
Since I was frustrated, I decided to call Mitch and ask him to drive me to the bar that
was close to his house.
He agreed, relieved that I finally called him back, and within 20 minutes we were at
the bar chugging back a few beers.
"Dakota, you better slow it down," Mitch warned.
I glared at him and he shook his head, laughing at my expression.
"Let's go, you're too wasted to even function."
I didn't resist him leading me towards the door, and I went willingly.
He buckled me into his car and began driving to his house.
"What do you call a cow with no legs?" Mitch asked to break the silence.
"What?" I asked, my head lolling to the side to look at him.
"Ground beef."
Even though it was corny, in my drunken state, I couldn't help but laugh.
And by laugh, I mean screeching and hacking and constantly wiping tears from my eyes.
"Wow, okay.. Yeah, Dee you're really out of it. Let's just get you to bed," he suggested.
He let me grab his arm for support as he led me upstairs to his room and I plopped down
on his bed, patting the space beside me, suggesting him to lay with me.
He layed down next to me and I moved closer, nuzzling my nose into his shoulder.
It reminded me of all the times we used to spend nights at each other's houses.
We layed in comfortable silence and not too much later I fell asleep curled up next to him.
In all honesty, I would rather it be Tony but it is what it is.
----
--Jaime's POV--
After our show tonight we would be on our way to Chicago to see Dakota the day before
our other concert there.
I frowned at the thought, wondering what was going to happen.
Why did Tony always have to be starting things with her?
Why couldn't he just ignore all the other girls like he usually does and just be with Dee?
She really deserves a hell of a lot more.
I mean, I could be that pe-
No, that's Tony.
"Hey Jaime, you okay?" Mike asked.
I looked up from the floor and over to him sitting next to me in the back lounge with a controller resting in his hands.
He looked concerned so I threw a smile on my face and said, "Just zoned out."
He smirked and turned back to his game.
Just as I relaxed into the couch, Tony walked.
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear..
Well, in this case think of the devil.
He nodded to me and I just smiled a bit at him as he plopped down next to me.
"Got my new phone," he mentioned.
I just nodded and watched Mike kill zombies.
I propped my feet up on the little table we had by the couch and closed my eyes.
I hope he doesn't mention-
"So, have you heard from Dakota?" Mike asked him.
"Uh, not yet man," he informed us.
"Well, I'm off to get lunch," Mike announced.
I put my fist in the air and he bumped it as he passed me.
I smiled, my eyes still shut firmly, and then got up, popping my eyelids open.
Tony was staring at me so I patted him on the shoulder and walked to my bunk.
Let's see what tomorrow had in store.
A/N:
I'm contemplating on whether or not to end this soon.
Like officially and properly end it and perhaps start another story.

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xxHelloLovelyxx
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January 6, 2013 7:08pm UTC

in his arms
Chapter 1
I toyed with the paper I held in my hands. It was covered in messy handwriting. Sure, it was nothing special, but it was special to me. It was the only thing I had to call mine anymore.
There was a gentle knock on the door before a woman with a familiar face walked in. “Hey, Kaitlyn. How are you today?”
“As good as you could be when you’ve got leukemia,” I told her, leaning back on my bed.
She shot me a look. “Look on the bright side, would you?”
“What bright side?”
“You’re getting treatment,” she told me, sitting down.
I rolled my eyes at her, looking back to the paper in my hands. “What is that?” she asked.
I was a little hesitant to say anything. Nobody really knew about the list. It seemed stupid, childish, even. “A bucket list.”
“Oh,” she swooned, “I made a bucket list. Me and my husband. How many goals do you have?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Twenty-five?” she breathed. “Is that all? Mine has close to two hundred.”
“Yes, well, Nurse Martin, I don’t have as long as you do to get these things done.”
“Oh, stop it. Would you please realize you’re curable?”
I rolled my eyes, pushing my blond hair out of my face. I wanted to enjoy it while I still had any left.
“Look,” she sighed, glancing around the room, “I’ve brought you lunch every single day. Now, get your lazy butt up and go into that cafeteria and get it yourself. I’m not going to watch you go stir crazy in here.”
I sighed heavily, shooting her a look. She only grinned and put her hands up. “If you want to eat so badly, get it yourself,” were the last words she told me before she left the room. I contemplated it for a moment, and then decided the food would be worth it. I jumped up quickly to follow her.
She walked with me to the café. It was rather small, only having about ten tables, but it worked. I noticed an unfamiliar face in the corner of the room, but then again, everyone was unfamiliar to me, considering the fact that I never left my bed.
“Who is that?” I asked Nurse Martin.
“Oh, that boy? He’s Anthony, um, Thompson. He was just registered here yesterday. He’s already undergoing chemotherapy. Sweet kid. You could learn something from him.”
His bald head glistened in the light of the eatery and his circular blue eyes revolved around the cafeteria. He was so beautifully hypnotizing that I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
He was sickly looking but somewhat stunning in a way I’d never seen on a man before.
And when his eyes connected with mine, I felt a feeling in the pit of my stomach that was so new and unfamiliar it took me by surprise. But, in a way, I loved the feeling he gave me by simply looking at him.
So yes, I understand the first part of this story is slightly boring. Sorry, forgive me.
I started writing this story back in like, June. The reason I didn't post it was because sugarfreak was posting Love Never Dies at that point, and two cancer stories would've clashed. So I posted Down This Road, which was about abuse instead, and it led me to my best friend, thesweetestmoments. I have edited it from its first draft, and it has become the story I'm most proud of.
Also, I have slight background on this story. My boyfriend of 2 years underwent chemotherapy for leukemia, so I kind of know what I'm talking about. Tack that on to hours of research, and yeah, here we are (:
I hope you guys like it as much as I do! <3
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xxHelloLovelyxx
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January 5, 2013 4:21pm UTC

Hold on to Him
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Meg?” a voice echoed. I pried my eyes open to find a boy standing above me.
A smile broke out on his face. “Hey,” he said through tears. “Hey, you’re gunna be alright.”
Everything moved in phases and was blurred together. I didn’t feel right, and I couldn’t move or speak.
I couldn’t ask what was going on.
Justin’s face was the only thing completely clear to me. His perfect complexion was somewhat shattered by dried blood and dirt beneath his eye and on his cheeks, but in a way, his imperfections made him all the more perfect.
I moved my eyes slightly to the side, and I noticed a patch of blue in my vision.
Justin followed me. “Yeah, the car’s destroyed,” he said, laughing. “That doesn’t matter. All that matters is you.”
The ambulance was alongside me, I laid on a gurney. Justin stood beside me as I watched ambulance workers pass me. One stopped to put an air mask over my face.
Someone advised Justin to lay down, but he brushed them off. When they became more stern and told him he needed to get on the cot, he avidly denied, saying he needed to stay by my side.
I was lightheaded and black spots danced across my vision. I began to get sleepy, so I rolled my head to the side and shut my eyes for a split second, when I heard a frantic voice tell me, “No, Meg,” and shook me back to awake.
It was Justin. “Megan, don’t do that. Don’t close your eyes.” He intertwined his fingers in mine as he murmured through his tears, “Hold on to me, Meg. You got this. Hold on to me.”
My breathing shuddered as I pushed back sobs. I couldn’t cry, it hurt to cry, and I couldn’t let Justin see me like that.
“You’ve gotta stay with me.”
I obeyed his words, and locked my eyes on his. I took his hand and squeezed it with all the power I could. Hold on to him, hold on to him.
“Keep fighting. They’re gunna get you to a hospital,” he told me, crying now. My gurney was lifted onto the ambulance, and Justin followed me. “Keep my hand, Meg. Stay with me.”
Stay with him, stay with him. Hold on to him. Hold on to him tight.
I felt the car shift slightly as it started. “You can make it, Meg. I know you can.”
I coughed, feeling an intense pain in my chest. “It’s okay, Meg. It’ll all be over soon. They’ll get you help, you’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. Stay with me, don’t close your eyes.”
Stay with him. Hold on to him. Stay with him.
“She lost a lot of blood,” I heard someone say from behind me.
“She’ll fight through it,” Justin assured.
“It’s highly unlikely her body can keep going with so much blood loss.”
I saw Justin bow his head, breathing heavier. “God damn it, I can’t lose you too.”
Hold on to him. Keep holding on to him.
“You gotta promise me something,” he told me and I felt my breathing getting lighter.
I just kept my eyes on his.
“You gotta promise me you’ll look out for me. Always. Even when you think I’m fine, don’t fall, because I’m not. I need someone, Meg, and that someone is you. You can’t fall.”
Hold on to him. Stay with him.
“God Megan, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
I wanted to tell him to stop, that it wasn’t his fault, but I couldn’t even breathe anymore.
I fought so hard to stay awake. My eyes never shut, but the darkness overwhelmed them anyways.
The last words I ever heard were, “I love you, Meg. Forever and always. I love you.”
I felt my hand go limp in Justin’s, and I couldn’t fight it anymore.
I let go of him.
The End.
The End!? What!?
I know this chapter happened really fast, and I had more detail, but I had to delete it because the chapter was too long to post. ):
Okay. Wow. Damn. I don't even know what to say. Thank you, thank you thank you! Ugh, thank you for being so supportive. I did believe that this story was the best story that I'd written, until I started my next story, but the love I have for my followers and the people who are reading is through the roof. Thank you!
Also, I spent a while debating on when I should start posting my next story, either tonight or tomorrow night, and I decided on tomorrow night. So check back tomorrow for my newest and best story, 'in his arms.' And since I love you, you're getting a teaser (:
He was sickly looking but somewhat stunning in a way I’d never seen on a man before.
I love you guys! So much!
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Snowflakes113
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January 5, 2013 4:24pm UTC

Finding My Way
Song of the Chapter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O1-4u9W-bns
Chapter 41: Val's P.O.V.
I was so upset that Ben wouldn’t let me talk to him. I wanted to tell him so badly. I thought maybe it could change everything, but I guess I was wrong. I still felt like it made the situation better though, because then maybe he would realize that I felt the same way.
I thought breaking up with Danny would make everything easier. I thought it could make Ben forgive me and give me another chance, but I knew it would take more than that.
But I was hoping it would help. Danny took it pretty well…
*flashback to earlier, Val’s first stop before going to Ben’s*
Danny opened the door and smiled. “Hey, come in.”
“Oh, um, can we talk out here?” I asked, avoiding eye contact.
He looked at me skeptically before nodding and closing the door behind him. We sat down on his steps and he cleared his throat. “So, uh, what’s up? Is everything okay?”
I looked at him, my eyes already watering from guilt as I shook my head. “No, it’s not.” I whispered.
“What’s the matter, Val? Talk to me.” He said, suddenly concerned and it only made me feel more guilty.
I gulped, closing my eyes and taking in a shaky breath, holding it before exhaling and opening my eyes.
“It’s Ben.” I said, pausing.
“What about him?” Danny inquired.
“We,” I took a deep breath. “We’ve been having an affair.” I finally let out and I looked at Danny.
His face had paled and his eyes searched mine to see if I was joking. He closed his eyes. A few moments later, he looked up at me. “How long?”
“We almost kissed right before our first date, but the first time, outside of the play, was at homecoming.” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. He deserved to know.
“How long have you had feelings for him?”
I sighed. “I think I always have, but I didn’t realize or accept it until a couple weeks ago.” I said quietly.
“I knew it; I knew there was something going on. I just didn’t want to admit it to myself…” He trailed off, shaking his head and scolding himself.
“I’m sorry, Danny,” I said, choking up. “I never meant to hurt you.” I whispered.
He laughed shortly and unexpectedly, scaring me. “You really love him don’t you?”
“I think I might.” I answered without thinking, surprising myself.
“How long have you been together?” He asked. “Like, officially?”
“We aren’t. He’s angry with me, and I don’t know if he’ll forgive me for hurting him. But I couldn’t go on like this; I had to make things right with you.” I sighed, dropping my head. “I’m so sorry, Danny.” I whispered, finally looking into his eyes.
“Thank you.” He said, his voice low. “I hope you work it out, you guys are good for each other.” He said finally.
I smiled at him. “You’re amazing, you know that? You deserve so much better than this.” I said, hugging him.
“Hey, you’re a great girl. So we weren’t right for each other, I can’t get mad at you for finding your Mr. Right, can I? It’s okay, I’ll be fine.” He reassured me, his eyes tearing up.
“Thank you, Danny. You’ll find yours one day; but right now I need to go see if mine is willing to give me a chance to make it up to him.” I whispered.
“He’d be crazy not to.”
I smiled and kissed his cheek, waving to him as I got in my car and started on my way to Ben’s.
*end of flashback*
I didn’t really know what else to do. I wanted so badly to make things right with the both of them, but I knew I didn’t deserve either one of them.
I couldn’t believe how well Danny took the break-up. But I was glad. It made me feel a bit better knowing that he understood.
But I felt worse that Ben didn’t even want to see me aside from the play for a week. How was I supposed to go a week without talking to him? Without seeing him? Without him knowing how I feel?
If this was what heartbreak felt like, then I hated it. I didn’t ever want to feel this way again. I just wanted Ben to know. I wanted to be with him. Plain and simple. Right now and forever.
Wow, that sounds crazy, I thought, forever. And I meant it, I couldn’t imagine myself with anyone else; I wanted to be with him forever.
I leaped off my bed and across my room, grabbing my notebook and red pen. I sat back down on my bed and drew a line in the red ink, writing the date next to it.
I crossed a line through the words:
Fall in love
I closed the notebook containing my bucket list and sighed. It was official, and now I was sure: I wasn’t just falling for my best friend; I was in love with him.
And I won’t let him go that easily. I want to be with him, and even though we might be going through a rough patch right now, that doesn’t matter, I’ll wait for him;
I won’t give up on us.

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bre_woof
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January 3, 2013 5:42pm UTC

I Want You In The Most Unromantic Ways
(Alternate Sequel to Thanks For Nothing)
Chapter Sixty Three♥
I stayed home for a few days before I finally decided to go out and catch a show
which one of my favorite bands was performing at.
I checked my appearance in the mirror one last time and began walking to where the show
would be taking place.
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I got a bunch of compliments on my clothes as I pushed my way to the front.
I would just smile at everyone who said something and kept moving forward until my body
was pushed up against the stage.
"Dakota?" I heard a familiar voice say.
I looked next to me to see Mitch standing there looking shell-shocked.
I gasped and hugged him.
"Where the hell have you been?" I asked him.
"I should ask you the same," he replied with a smirk.
We stayed together for the whole show and then we wound up going back to his house.
"So, how have you been?" I questioned.
He frowned and shrugged, obviously avoiding having to answer.
I sighed and he asked me what I was up to.
I told him about the guys and how I'd been spending most of my time in California.
"Are you and uh.. Tony still together?" he asked cautiously.
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye and nodded, resting my chin on my knees.
He told me how he had dated a girl named Mikayla but they didn't last too long.
"Don't worry, you'll find someone," I assured him with a pat on the shoulder.
He just shrugged and we kept talking until my phone rang.
I looked down at the name and looked back to Mitch.
"This will just take a minute," I told him as I pressed 'Answer.'
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi baby. I was just wondering what you are going to be doing on the 17th of March?" Tony's voice rang through the speaker.
"Am I supposed to be doing something that day?" I asked him.
He chuckled, "I suppose not. It's just we'll be in Chicago for a few days since we're performing
on March 18th. The guys thought since we'd be on tour for my birthday that maybe when
we came up there we could all celebrate and everything," he said shyly.
"Of course!" I chirped.
He laughed again and we hung up a few minutes later.
I glanced over at Mitch who looked at me like I had 10 heads.
"Tony.." I whispered.
"I know," he said with a nod.
We looked at each other and then migrated to his kitchen, grabbing waters and sitting at the table. "Wanna play a board game?"
I smiled and it was just like times before the guys came into my life.
A/N:
I never usually have a resolution for the new year, but I have a few this time.
I want to write more, be more social, learn to play piano, and just be a better person.
I'm going to do things I wouldn't normally do and I'm going to learn to be less self-concious all the time.
That also means eating healthier, and hopefully eventually going full vegetarian.
I want to eat healthier and get my body to a weight I'm comfortable with.
I hope I can do this.
----
On a note of the story, I lost track of what month it is and what not so I'm just making up dates as of now.
Don't hate me lolllll.

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bre_woof
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January 2, 2013 6:15pm UTC

I Want You In The Most Unromantic Ways
(Alternate Sequel to Thanks For Nothing)
Chapter Sixty Two♥
Tony didn't leave my side the whole day while the nurses ran tests.
I was finally able to stand on my own and I was thankful for not having to lay down in
the same position for hours on end.
"I'm gonna go get some food.. do you want anything, love?" Tony asked.
I looked up from where I was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed.
I shook my head lightly and he nodded, kissing my forehead before leaving the room.
Just as he walked out, the doctor walked in.
"It seems you're good to go," he informed me.
I glanced over at Vic in the chair by the wall and he smiled at me, grabbing the release papers
Dr. Martin had handed him, signing them quickly as all of the needles and tubes that
were in my arms were disconnected.
"I'm gonna run after Tony and let him know we can go. Meet me downstairs, alright?" Vic told me. I nodded at him and he pointed to the chair next to his.
"Stopped by your house and grabbed you some fresh clothes," he winked and left.
I smiled gratefully after him and changed in the bathroom within the room.
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I giggled at the fact he had managed to not only some-what match my clothes, but
he had also grabbed me some makeup.
I cringed in the mirror, seeing I looked like a train wreck.
Quickly doing my makeup, I left the bathroom and left the room.
The nurse at the desk pointed over to where the elevators were and that's where I headed.
The second I stepped out of the elevator, I quickly shuffled over to Vic and embraced him.
"Thanks for bringing all my stuff, I really appreciate it," I whispered.
He chuckled and I felt him nod, "Anything for you, Dee."
I smirked at him, "Anything?"
He rolled his eyes and we both laughed.
As I pulled away from him, I looked up at Tony.
Without a single thought, I jumped and wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his thighs.
He laughed and supported my weight by sliding his hands under my backside.
"Eager?" He said against the top of my head.
I nodded into his neck and my grip tightened.
He planted a kiss into my hair and started walking to what I assumed was the parking lot.
I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed in his scent.
"You smell so good," I admitted.
He stopped and pulled away, looking me straight in the eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked seriously.
I giggled, "I'm fine, I just really missed you. Everything about you."
He smiled at that and we continued to a car.
--3 Weeks--
I groaned as I stretched my worn out muscles and plucked my phone from my dresser.
I immediately called Tony and he answered after the first ring.
"Hey, are you okay?" he questioned.
"I can't call my boyfriend without being in trouble?" I questioned.
I heard laughter in the background and we talked for a little bit.
Him and Vic had gone back to California to get ready for tour two days after I was released
from the hospital and they were having their first show of the tour tonight.
I wished him good luck and made myself comfy on my couch downstairs after making
a few trips to the kitchen and back.
I set up a whole buffet and settled in for a few hours of movie marathons.
A/N:
I decided to surprise you all and post a chapter.
I know I said I was done but you know.
I'm just a confused and confusing person.

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xxHelloLovelyxx
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January 1, 2013 9:47pm UTC

Hold on to Him
Chapter Twenty-One
I tumbled in through the slightly opened window, crashing hard against the floor. Justin’s neck snapped around quickly, surprised. His eyes were wide as he sat in the single-person chair, watching television.
I stood up in the uncomfortable outfit I wore. He didn’t say anything, only stood. So I began the conversation.
“You said the window was open.”
He shook his head. “Jesus, I didn’t think you’d take it literally!”
“Well, I did,” I sighed, on the verge of tears, “and I’m here.”
“Way to scare the sh.t out of me,” he snorted, looking to the window.
“Sorry,” I breathed, my voice cracking.
His eyes were instantly back to me. “Meg, what’s wrong?”
I couldn’t look up to him, my eyes stayed glued on the floor. I couldn’t speak, either, because I didn’t know what was wrong. I couldn’t put into words what was wrong. Everything was wrong.
I felt tears rolling down my cheeks simultaneously with his arms wrapping himself around me and pressing my body to his. “You’re okay,” he assured gently. “I’ve got you. You’re with me now.”
And everything about his words seemed to sway me back to a serene place, before all of this started. So I let him hug me and hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay. I let myself inhale the beautiful aroma that was his cologne and I let myself love the feeling of his skin against mine. I pushed back feelings of guilt, because in the back of my mind, I knew we were not supposed to be together. Not now. Not with me at 17 and him at 24. It wasn’t right.
But he had a way of making everything seem so normal, so right, that I couldn’t deny myself of him anymore.
He let go of me and wiped the tears that collected on my cheeks. “You better?” he asked me.
I nodded my head, sighing. “Sorry, for making you put up with me.”
He laughed. “I told you my window was always open.”
I felt my cheeks getting red. I glanced out across the window and into my empty bedroom. The lights were still on.
“Your clothes look wicked uncomfortable,” he commented.
I shrugged. “I mean, yeah.”
A devious grin spread from ear to ear. “Want to borrow my sweatpants?”
“And a shirt, if you don’t mind.”
I changed into his baggy clothing while he left the room. I decided to put my old clothes underneath the window so I wouldn’t forget them when I was leaving.
I placed them down next to the pieces of paper he used to write me notes with. However, there was one piece of paper that caught my eye, so I flipped it over.
In big black letters, in his perfectly messy handwriting, were the words, “I love you.”
Well, you proved yourself. Congrats (:
I'll be texting a cute boy until I fall to sleep.
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xxHelloLovelyxx
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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.
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trouble
Chapter 39
"Scarlet." I knocked on Scarlet's bedroom door.
I heard muffling cries from the other side of the door, as I slowly wrenched the doorknob.
I bit on my lower lip, as Scarlet looked up at me from her bedsheets with bloodshot eyes.
"What are you doing here?" her voice was croaky.
I closed the door behind me, cautiously walking towards Scarlet, who looked completely exhausted.
"I wanted to check up on you." I said, sitting on the edge of her bed. "That, and because you haven't been answering any of my calls."
Scarlet closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath of air.
I noticed that her gaze was somewhere focused on the ground, as I followed her stare.
I saw her phone shattered into pieces, her favorite pink phone case cracked in half.
"I got tired of everyone calling and texting me about what they heard in school." Scarlet muttered.
I let out a deep sigh, my heart almost breaking at the sight of someone who used to be so close to me, completely broken.
"So, have you been throwing up a lot lately?" I asked.
A small smile suddenly appeared on Scarlet's dry lips, as she nodded weakly.
"Oh, tons." she chuckled.
"What does your mom think about all this?" I asked, plucking a loose strand of thread from her blankets.
"She knows." Scarlet licked her lips. "We've been trying to find a way to tell dad, though."
I nodded slowly, remembering how Scarlet's parents are divorced.
While Scarlet's mother was more relaxed and caring, her father was the opposite.
If he ever found out that Scarlet was pregnant, he would kill the baby's father first.
Then, possibly, he would kill the baby as well.
As far as I remembered, he was cold and heartless.
"That reminds me," I paused, "who is the baby daddy?"
Scarlet turned towards me, her eyes weak and tired.
"It's not Travis, if you were wondering." Scarlet said.
My eyes snapped towards her, as my cheeks turned flaming red. "I-I know."
Scarlet chuckled, before shaking her head. "Don't let him go, Riley. Throughout my years knowing you, I've never seen a guy make you happy before until Travis came along."
I stared at her, before a faint smile appeared on my face."You mean that, Scar?"
Scarlet nodded, smiling. "I mean it. And I'm sorry for trying to sabotage you guys. I was just jealous." she breathed. "You don't hate me, right?"
I closed my eyes, before shaking my head with a laugh. "I could never hate you, no matter what you do to me."
Scarlet laughed, before sighing. "Riley?"
"Yes?"
"I think Lola's boyfriend is my baby's father."

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A change in the weather
I was praying that you
And me might end up
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Hold on to Him
Chapter Fourteen
I pushed my eyes back to the grave. “What?” I sighed.
“He was twelve when he was murdered,” Justin continued. “He was only twelve.”
“He was murdered?”
“By his best friend.”
“What?” I panted, overwhelmed by emotions of shock and sadness.
“I was six when it all happened. And he was twelve, God damn it, he was only twelve—“
“Woah,” I hummed to him, pressing my palms to his shoulder. “Slow down, Justin, it’s okay, slow down. Start from the beginning.”
So he did. He detailed to me his big brother. The brother who played catch with him every day. The brother who would walk him home from school. The brother who protected him from the bullies. The brother who he always played video games with. The brother who made fun out of picking on him. The brother who would steal his lunch.
The brother who he never got to say goodbye to, because he left before he woke up. The brother who snuck out of the house to be with his friends. The brother who got into the car with a drunk driver. The brother who was now laid six feet beneath our feet.
The brother who was only twelve when his life was ended. The brother who he never got to grow up with. The brother he missed, the brother he wanted, the brother he needed.
The brother who was a brother who he loved like a brother.
The brother he would give anything to have back.
And, to my surprise, he never cried. Not at all. He held back every tear. He didn’t even seem like he wanted to cry, like it wasn’t a struggle to keep his composure. Like describing to me the loss of his best friend was just like telling a children’s story.
“Are you okay?” I asked after he went a few minutes without speaking.
His glassy speckled eyes were brought up to mine. “Yeah.”
“You sure?” I asked again. “You seem stiff.”
He shrugged. “Just glad I got that off my chest.”
“You kept your composure nicely,” I complimented. “I would’ve cried.”
He snorted, smiling and looking back to the grave. “Damn, I’m so numb to it now.”
“Thank you.”
His eyes snapped back up to me. “Why are you thanking me?”
“For telling me, I guess. Thank you.”
He just looked away. He seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes off the grave.
“Why did you tell me?” I asked him.
His face slowly turned back to mine. “Because you’re the first person who I feel like I could trust with this. I mean, I felt like I had to tell you. Maybe because you’re the first person who I thought actually cared.”
“I do care,” I assured, wrapping my arms around his. “Thank you.”
“Stop thanking me,” he hissed, grimacing. “If anything, I should be thanking you.”
“Thanking me for what?”
He looked down on me, smiling. He pressed his nose to mine and murmured, “Thank you for caring.”
I hope you all had a Merry Christmas!
As a gift to you all, I'll post another chapter tonight, after I get home from my birthday dinner, 3 months late.
Feedback would honestly be the best Christmas gift ever.
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trouble
Chapter 36
"So, do we hold hands or something?" I asked Travis nervously, as we snuggled up against each other in his bed later that night.
Travis smirked, as his fingers played with the ending tips of my brown locks.
"Well, truth be told, I'd rather makeout." he chuckled teasingly, earning a murderous glare from me. "But, holding hands sound nice, too."
I rolled my eyes, slapping my palm against his, before gently releasing my fingers around his.
"You should get neither for being so picky." I snapped jokingly. "But, you're lucky that I don't hate you."
Travis smiled, biting his lower lip teasingly.
My eyes immediately shifted down towards his rosy red lips, as I had the sudden urge to press my lips against his.
I looked away, as I felt my cheeks turning warm by just thinking about how attractive he looked at this moment.
"So, does that mean you like me?" Travis whispered, his hot breath tickling the edge of my ear.
I narrowed my eyes at him, but I couldn't help but crack a small smile.
Everything about Travis made me unreasonably happy- and it was driving me insane.
"I never said I like you." I scoffed.
Travis let out a snort, before wrapping his arms around my waist tightly.
"Right, you don't need to say anything, Riley." he whispered, planting a light kiss on my cheek. "I know that you like me without you having to say it."
I got shivers just from being so near him, so I pushed him away from me.
"You're too full of yourself, Travis." I licked my lips, before smiling.
Scarlet's Point of View
I held up the little white stick in my hands, staring at the blue plus sign with disbelief.
I wasn't crying yet, but I knew I was about to burst into uncontrollable tears in any second.
I was pregnant.
"So, what is it?" Lola asked impatiently, knocking from outside of my bathroom door. "Are you knocked up or not?"
The first tear finally slipped from my eyes, but that was not the last one.
My cheeks turned red in a matter of seconds, matching the color of my bloodshot eyes.
I slowly opened the door, as it creeked open.
Lola was leaning against the door frame, crossing her arms.
When she saw my tear-stained cheeks, her mouth dropped open.
"No way." she muttered, before laughing obnoxiously. "You're pregnant! I have to tell everyone about this!"
My eyes widened, as I slapped Lola's phone away from her hands.
It fell on the floor, but it didn't break.
"What the hell, Scarlet?" she hissed, glaring at me. "You could've broken it!"
"You can't tell anyone that I'm pregnant!" I begged.
Lola held my gaze, before she snickered.
"Of course not, Scar. Why would I ever?" she asked sweetly. "I am your best friend, right?"
I nodded, before giving her a weak smile.
"Right."
I'm not sure if I'm updating on Monday or Tuesday, but in advance, I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas!
I love you all to bits and pieces.

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December 23, 2012 9:31pm UTC

Hold on to Him
Chapter Twelve
He grinned at me; the expression on my face must have been priceless.
“I saw his car parked in the street,” he hummed lowly, “and I decided to come save you.”
I erupted into an uncontrollable fit of giggles, and immediately felt Brandon by my side.
“Oh, this kid again,” Brandon moaned, annoyed.
Justin only smiled back at him. “Hi, I’m Justin,” he introduced, acting like he never heard the comment. “Megan’s neighbor.”
“Hi, I’m Brandon,” he mocked malevolently, “Megan’s boyfriend.”
A look of confusion shot across Justin’s face, but only for a moment, for he hid it well with a smile. “Boyfriend?” he asked, prodding me. “Little Megan’s growing up.”
I rolled my eyes at him. I was suddenly uncomfortable with both of them in the same room.
I heard the door to the back porch open, and my mother’s loud, slightly drunken voice filled the house. “Megan! Who’s at the door?”
“Um, Justin,” I murmured as she entered the hallway. I was preparing for another outburst, a repeat of what happened a few nights prior.
“Oh, Justin!” she hollered, staggering down the hall. “My goodness, I haven’t seen you in ages! You’ve grown up nicely. My, my, you’re so handsome. It’s not a wonder Megan doesn’t stop talking about you.”
“Mom,” I hummed monotonously, putting my hands on her arms, “Mom, not the time.”
“Are you coming in, dear?” she asked him, shaking me off.
He shrugged, looking to me for approval, and I widened my eyes, begging him to say yes. So he did.
“Good! Would you like a beer or—?”
“No,” he interrupted her. “No, alcohol isn’t my thing.”
“Well good,” she approved, nodding her head. “Good. Be a good influence on my daughter.”
His eyes twinkled as he looked up to me, a grin plastered across his face. “Will do, Mrs. White.”
I felt Brandon’s grip around my waist tighten as I asked Justin, “Want to go sit in the den?”
He nodded, clearly amused by Brandon’s overprotectiveness. “Sure.”
The den was awkwardly quiet as we stared at each other; me on Brandon’s lap, and Justin on the couch across the room from us.
“So,” Brandon started bravely, and in a way, I was proud of him. “Are you an only child?”
“N… well, I mean, sorta, yeah,” Justin stammered.
I furrowed my brow at him. “Sorta? What’do mean by ‘sorta?’”
He shook his head, avoiding eye contact with me. “Nothing.”
“Brandon’s an only child,” I announced, looking into Brandon’s eyes. “He suffers from ‘only-child-syndrome.’”
“Only-child-syndrome?” Brandon asked, confused. “What’s that?”
I grinned. “Symptoms include spoiled, bossy, aggressive, and selfish,” I told him, standing from his lap and crossing the room to Justin. As I passed him, I whispered to him, “That’s how I know you’re not an only child.”
I'm on a roll for writing. I'm now on Chapter 12 for my next story. That's 7 chapters in one day ok.
Might not be a big deal to you but it is to me.
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Accidental Reunion
Chapter 11
After Niall brought me ack to my hotel, I lay in bed thinking about that kiss.
It really was something. It was almost magical. It made me realize something.
I had feelings for Niall. And I really can't have feelings for him.
I just can't. I can't like a guy who doesn't even remember me.
So after we ice skated and talked, I told him we should forget about the kiss.
He seemed upset at first, but then agreed that it was a good idea.
I think Niall actually liked me. Scratch that. I knew he liked me. Just from the way he laid his eyes on my I could tell. It might as well be written on his forehead.
But like I said, Niall doesn't even remember that we used to be best friends. And I would only be hurting myself if I let myself like him.
So I told him we could be friends, but nothing more. He said that was fine.
When Chris came home and asked me what I did tonight, I lied to him.
"I stayed in and watched a movie." I told him. He seemed to buy it.
"So you haven't talked to Niall in a while?" he asked, and I shook my head no.
"B, you gotta tell him. This is getting old. You're only hurting yourself." he replied.
"No Chris. If I tell him who I am, he's gonna wonder why I didn't tell him before. Either way, it's a lose-lose situation." I responded, changing the channel.
"I still think you should tell him. Because if you don't, I will."
"You wouldn't." I said, giving him an ice cold stare.
"But I would. I hate to see you moping around because he doesn't remember you. If you just tell him who you are, he will probably remember you, and then you guys can go from there. That's a win-win situation." he replied, mocking me.
"Fine. I'll tell him before I leave." I mumbled, crossing my arms over my chest. I grabbed my phone that I had left on the table and left the room, my hands shaking as I found Niall's number.
"Hello?" His Irish accent came through to my ear and I froze.
"Brooke? Is that you?"
I stayed quiet and held the phone to my ear, holding my breath. I didn't know what to do.
"Brooke, I know it's you. Are you okay? Are you hurt?" He started to sound nervous, but I stayed silent.
"Brooke!"
He yelled my name into the phone and I cleared my throat, apologizing.
"Sorry about that. I didn't know I called you. Must of butt dialed..."
I heard him let out a deep breath, pretty relieved.
"You scared me. Was there anything you needed?"
I thought for a minute. Maybe I really should just shrug off the fact that he can't remember me. Maybe we could start over and get as close as before.
"Yeah, actually. I was thinking about going sledding tomorrow. Do you want to come?" I asked him, taking the matter into my own hands.
"Sure, I would love to." He told me.
"Oh, can the other guys come too?"
"Sure, the more the merrier."
"Thanks Brooke. We can come by around 2. Does that work?"
I told him it did, and that I would talk to him soon.
"Bye Brooke." He said, hanging up before I could reply.
I slipped the phone in my pocket, lookind down at my hands that were still slightly shaking. Man, I really did like him. Hopefully this date will go well tomorrow.
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