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How cool is this? The creater is Dr. Brixx and he makes amazing mash-ups! I highly recommend his work. Listen to Middle School whenever you have the time, it's freakin' awesome. My Songs Aren't Sentient Beings [Fall Out Boy vs Paramore] - Dr. Brixx]]> 2013-05-18T08:25:03Z xunderapapermoon Buzznet crushcrushcrush fall out boy mash up music my songs arent sentient beings my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up) paramore crush crush crush .falloutboy f all out boy f o b f.o.b. fal lout boy fall ou tboy fall outb oy fall outboy fall+outboy fall-out-boy fallout boy fallout boy. fallout-boy falloutboy falloutboy. fob fob! fob!!! fob. mash-up mashup mysongsarentsentientbeings my songs know what you did in the dark light em up mysongsknowwhatyoudidinthedarklightemup pa ramore para more http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/2/0/6/3/3/4/thumb-21206334.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/2/0/6/3/3/4/synd-21206334.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/2/0/6/3/3/4/mob-21206334.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/2/0/6/3/3/4/gallery-21206334.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/2/0/6/3/3/4/large-21206334.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/2/0/6/3/3/4/feat-21206334.jpg xunderapapermoon 2 2 http://www.buzznet.com/groups/paramore2/photos/?id=106783432
i'm waiting for the new doctor who episode. i did this in the mean time.  ➤ PINK]]> 2013-05-11T14:55:51Z xunderapapermoon Buzznet brick by boring brick edit paramore photoshop brickbyboringbrick pa ramore para more photo shop http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/xunderapapermoon/default/brick-by-b-o-r-i-n-g-brick--thumb-msg-136830946581.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/xunderapapermoon/default/brick-by-b-o-r-i-n-g-brick--synd-msg-136830946581.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/xunderapapermoon/default/brick-by-b-o-r-i-n-g-brick--mob-msg-136830946581.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/xunderapapermoon/default/brick-by-b-o-r-i-n-g-brick--gallery-msg-136830946581.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/xunderapapermoon/default/brick-by-b-o-r-i-n-g-brick--large-msg-136830946581.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/xunderapapermoon/default/brick-by-b-o-r-i-n-g-brick--feat-msg-136830946581.jpg xunderapapermoon 0 7 http://www.buzznet.com/groups/paramore2/journals/106750624/
s u m m a r y:  - It's just a spark, - -but it's enough, - -to keeps me going, - - and when it's dark out, - - no one's around, - - it keeps glowing - . . .  "Why breathe? You're gonna die anyways."  "Society only cares about you if you're pretty or dead."  "Want some advice? No one cares."  Hayley Williams has always been a pessimist, but lately, her glum personality has taken a turn for the worse. It's led to depression, a misconception everyone merely takes as pure negativity. She's fooled a lot of people, and propelled them too. To say she's alone in the world is probably an accurate assumption; she literally has no one, and that's the way she intends to keep it.  No one gets close, no one gets hurt. Simple as that.  But someone new has just strolled into town; someone with a bright smile and a bright personality to match. Hayley hates him; she hates his go-lucky attitude, his naive ways of being, and most of all, that smile that stretches from ear to ear. But Hayley should know, better than anyone, images deceive and that maybe this 'Josh character' is more than meets the eye. Because, you know what they say; "The saddest people smile the brightest."  A/N: Alright, so this has been running circles in my head, and I decided to post it already. This is just something I will probably do after Going Solo, and I refuse to post it until then. I'm learning self control, and if I start this story in the middle of another, I know the other will never get done. So, I'll say this is something that will happen in the future. Meanwhile, Going Solo will still be updated; I wish I could update regularily, but sadly, I'm too much of a procrastinator to do that. Well, we'll see. I'd love to hear what you have to say, if this idea is worth it or if it's too worn out to even think about. And yes, it is inspired by Last Hope, because, let's be honest, that album is full of inspiration.  Cya. - Dani Enjoy Rob being Rob. :) ]]> 2013-04-14T11:20:06Z xunderapapermoon Buzznet http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/2/1/3/2/thumb-21192132.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/2/1/3/2/synd-21192132.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/2/1/3/2/mob-21192132.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/2/1/3/2/gallery-21192132.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/2/1/3/2/large-21192132.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/2/1/3/2/feat-21192132.jpg xunderapapermoon 7 100 http://www.buzznet.com/groups/paramore2/journals/106748548/
C h a p t e r F o u r This Circle Never Ends J o s h:             “What are you doing here?” I snarled automatically. Hayley’s welcoming smile soon morphed into some devilish, a smirk even, but was soon cut off by another extra voice. I turned around, only to find Jenna with a gaping expression and her jaw opened midriff. Oh yeah, I forgot; Hayley wasn’t Hayley anymore, she was H-Bomb.             “Y-you’re H-Bomb!” She squealed, making my ears bleed. Quickly, her small feet scurried over towards us as the biggest smile—ear to ear—made its way on Jenna’s complexion. I rolled my eyes, not believing Jenna was a fan; we never really discussed music, but considering Hayley—H-bomb—was never brought up, from neither of us, I was a little astounded, in an obnoxious way.             “Um yeah, you are…?” She asked, tilting her head and lessening her eyes.             “I’m—“             “She’s Jenna, and you are leaving,” I interrupted forcefully. My arm went right for the door’s frame, ready to shut it tightly, when Jenna’s hand pounced before mine and stopped me. I jolted back in bemusement.             “Don’t be rude, Josh,” She ordered me, giving me a pointed look then looking back at Hayley, “Please, come in.”               The logic behind Hayley’s visit was completely incoherent, and the worst part, I had to keep up the charade in front of Jenna; that Hayley and I were actually on a civil level. To avoid interaction, I pretended to be very absorbed with my thrift-shop ukulele; plucking it absentmindedly until my name was called.             Hayley would occasionally, in between her and Jenna’s discussion on tours, glare at me and sneak me a smirk; a gesture I couldn’t shake off. I had a bad feeling, a very bad feeling; was this payback? I could understand, my blow up at the dinner was a tad bit harsh, but it’s not like I was lying; Will was everything I accused him to be, possibly more. The family already knew it anyways.             Suddenly, Jenna’s signature ringtone broke their conversation apart and she quickly excused herself to go fetch it. That left Hayley and I; opposing sides of the island, staring at each other with spite and silence between us.             “What the fuck are you doing here, Williams?” I spat, malice slipping off my tongue. I set the ukulele down for a second, inching closer to the midriff of the counter so Jenna wouldn’t have a chance of eavesdropping.             “You started it, Farro,” She replied right back, a bite at the end of her sentence. My brows narrowed and I felt the adrenaline pulsing within me; she was so irritating it drove me mad.             “You’re dead to me, Hayley, dead. What do you want?” I whisper-yelled.             She chuckled, “Jeremy told me all about your weekend in Vegas—“God damn it, Jerm, “—he even sent pictures—“shit, “—I think Jenna would love to see them.”             My pulse rose abruptly and I felt the panic sink in. Hayley then twirled the phone between her fingers, teasing me and giggling in the process. Immediately, I sprang to my feet and began doing laps around the kitchen island, right behind Hayley’s tail.             “Don’t you dare!” I warned, stopping short. Hayley was on the opposite side, her back crouched while her hands laid cautiously on the marble top. I mimicked her posture, and widened my eyes for emphasis. “Do it and I’ll kill you.”             “You can’t kill something that’s already dead,” She said wittedly; noting my former statement.             My breathing was heavy, and my eyes burned holes in her with fury. Again, I ran after her, only to have her petite figure manage to outshine mine. She had short legs, she wasn’t supposed to be able to run so fast!             “God, you ruin everything!” I finally yelled, not caring if Jenna could hear or not. This needed to be said, no matter how the boys or my girlfriend reacted; I needed to say this, or else, it’ll just bottle up and choke me.             “Me?” She repeated, eyes dilating in offensive.             I nodded forcefully, “Yes, you! The red or orange head who never stops to see what’s really going on! The one who’s so ignorant she thinks she can just come back home and everything will be meadows and rainbows! You, the traitor.”             My chest heaved, my pounding heart leaving dents. The venting was far from being over, but for now, I needed to catch my breath and recollect my words. Hayley just stood there, eyes slowly faltering to the ground along with her confident structure. She seemed sad—or maybe it was just my mind making me see what I wanted to see—but either way, after only a moment of glumness, her neck slowly cranked back and she shook her head. The smirk was back on her features and she seemed to shrug my rant off pretty easily.             She turned around, a look across mad and pleased still plastered on her complexion, as she took long and slow strides towards the door. She creaked it open, just enough for her to slip through, then turned around for one last closing statement.             “Glad I got Jenna’s number; lucky me.”             “Wait—“ But the door slammed shut, and my next horrid fight with Jenna was now in Hayley’s hands. I didn’t know what she was capable of, I didn’t know what I was capable of, but one thing was as clear as glass.             I was in some deep trouble. A/N: In celebration of Paramore's absolute success with the heavenly album, I've decided to update. I'm so proud of them, it's beyond words. Part II just reminds us they remember their roots, not that they want to stick to them, but at least they know. Last Hope, Ain't It Fun, Hate To See Your Heart Break, Proof, and all the interludes are effing amazing. By no time, this will be my new addiction.  Anyways, hope you enjoyed. - Dani :)   ]]> 2013-04-11T16:10:50Z xunderapapermoon Buzznet http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/1/2/7/0/thumb-21191270.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/1/2/7/0/synd-21191270.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/1/2/7/0/mob-21191270.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/1/2/7/0/gallery-21191270.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/1/2/7/0/large-21191270.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/9/1/2/7/0/feat-21191270.jpg xunderapapermoon 8 100 http://www.buzznet.com/groups/paramore2/journals/106739617/
C h a p t e r T h r e e From A Different Perspective J o s h:             I left in a fit of rage, my nails digging violently into my car’s steering wheel. Hayley—the girl I’ve been trying to forget through the last couple years—had just fathomed out of the oblivion, and I was left to strive for myself. Of course, all the boys jumped for joy at the sight of our long lost friend, and only stood dumbstruck when I finally told her the things we’ve dwelled over since she’s left. I was speaking for all, but apparently, through everyone else’s eyes, I was just throwing a tantrum.             Great.             The adrenaline finally simmering down and I managed to pull up in my apartment building’s lot. Acquaintances, ones I barely encountered, are walking in and out of the building, going about their daily lives. Jenna will most likely be waiting up; its unexplainable how she deals with me, I can’t even deal with me.             “Hey,” She greeted once I cracked the door open. She swept past me, our dog Kuma cradled in her arms, and flashed me a small smile. I would say her smile could lighten my spirits and break me from this miserable drought, but no, that’d be lying. It wasn’t her, necessarily, it was me; I haven’t felt completely happy for some years now. I have yet to find the reason.             Brushing off her neutral welcome, I quickly scurried over to the kitchen and began rummaging through the shelves and drawers. Despite the feast Mrs. Williams batched for us, I suddenly felt famished, or just needed something to keep me distracted.             “I thought you went to a dinner,” Jenna persisted. I turned around, Ramen Noodles in my hand, and watched as she stood behind me, Kuma clasped in her arm, and a pointed look on her face.             “I did,” I answered bluntly, “but I didn’t stay enough to have a decent meal.”             “What happened?” She asked, settling our dog to the timber floor. I started to prepare the noodles, settling hot water in the pre-made cup, and waiting for it to fill.             “I don’t wanna talk about it,” I spoke honestly. Shifting the cup from the counter to the microwave, I set in the necessary time and watched the inside light brighten.             “Oh c’mon, Josh, you’ll feel better.”             “I rather not, Jenna.”             “Just tell me!”             Sighing, I turned around to glare into her mocha eyes. Jenna was nothing but persistent, and when she set her sights on something, she let nothing get in the way. Therefore, this led to personal space issues; a concept she didn’t quite understand. I could easily feel overwhelmed in her presence.             Beep, Beep, Beep             My dish was ready, and I was ready to leave. Snaking my hand cautiously, I wrapped my fingers around the smoldering cup and set it down quickly. Transferring it into a bowl, I popped in a fork, added my preferred condiments, then strode silently into the bedroom. Jenna would probably leave in the end, seeing as if we didn’t live together, and then come back around noon to expect an apology. I knew her all too well.             One bowl of noodles and a marathon of Supernatural later, I was out like a light. The bowl could now easily be rolling on my timber floor, and the TV was most likely still flickering through the episodes; but my eyes remained tightly closed, and sense of tranquility washed over me. I was in deep sleep.               A blinding light captivated me vision, causing me to jerk away and squint harshly. Waxed floors laid beneath the soles of my Chuck Taylors, and a foreign, sweaty, and buzzing atmosphere whirled around me. My ears, along with my eyes, were still struggling to adjust. But as soon as my eyes painted a picture of the venue, my ears perked up and could fathom the reckless noise. Cheering, lights, sweat; this was a concert. “This one’s called Pressure, hope you like it.” The familiar, all-too familiar voice vibrated my eardrum and instinctually, I snapped my neck to the right. There, shining brightly against the spotlight, stood a girl with light ginger hair, petite figure, and a blue Metallica t-shirt. She swayed back and forth, moving freely with the beats of the music, and letting her hair glide from slide to slide. Then, I realized something; my fingers were plucking, they were plucking a guitar. My guitar. My old one, anyways. “Tell me where our time went,” She began to flourish, vocals strong and raw, “And if it was time well spent.” Then, it all clicked; the venue, the crowd, the music. This was our first local show, stringed along with other local bands. My heart raced against the realization, fingers still moving against my own will, while the whole crowd and band headbanged with the according beats. But then the crowd grew silent with an ending sour note. I soon realized it was my doing; my fingers stopped playing. A pair of condescending green eyes veered to me, and I tried to mumble an apology. Sadly, my throat felt constricted and Hayley just stood there in complete confusion. Finally, she just shook her head in disappointment. “See,” She yelled, voice fathoming a hazy echo, “This is exactly why I left.”   I woke up in a sweaty haze, forehead clammy and chest heaving. My mouth felt of cotton, and I soon realized it was just a horrific nightmare of my own subconscious. It wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last. Peeling myself off of the bed, I rubbed my face with the palms of my hands and sat at the edge of my bed for a second or two. Needless to say, I needed to get my shit together. Everything hasn’t been perfect, but Hayley’s visit has only lasted a day, and look at the trouble it’s already cost. We’d all be better off without her—I’d be better off without her, but apparently, she didn’t understand that. Finally finding the energy to walk, I propped myself to in a straight position and trudged out the door, forgetting the forsaken noodle bowl. To my surprise, I found a messy bun of chestnut hair peeking through the kitchen’s corridor, and found Jenna making a hearty breakfast. I smiled sheepishly, trying in my best efforts to suffice as a thank you. “I thought maybe you could tell me about last night over a nice breakfast,” She said, causing me to roll my eyes. Of course, there had to be a catch. But in the end, I was a little too tired for bickering, so I thought giving in would just be easier. Approaching her, I nodded in defeat, grabbed her waist by the palms of my hands, and pecked her cheek warmly. Her hand was firmly gripped around a spatula, so she instantly went back to flipping pancakes when I let go. Then, there was a sequence of knocks on the door; tenacious ones too. I looked at Jenna, confusion spread on my features, only to have her mirror the same expression. I sighed, casually strode past her and to the door, then opened it without thought. “G’morning,” A mane of orange hair greeted.              A/N: So, yeah, I just realized how slow this story is going. Don't worry, this is a very... revenge circled plot. Something I don't think I've written before, but I kinda like it. 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C h a p t e r T w o Dinner Fiasco  H a y l e y:             I guess the rest of the gathering was a haze. My body was on a limp and I barely had the energy to speak in full sentences. Josh didn’t leave, surprisingly, but kept sending me spiteful daggers from across the dining table. To avoid his devilish glares and interrogations by everyone else, I scarfed down as much servings as I could. My mouth was full twenty-four seven, and maybe it wasn’t the neatest strategy, but it seemed to be successful.             “So, Hayley,” My mother suddenly spoke, eyeing me from the head of the table, “When are you going to introduce us to Will?”             I tensed at the sound of his name, a wave of memorabilia crashing into me. I shared hesitant glances with everyone at the table, only to realize then and only then, all eyes were planted firmly on me. I swallow the helping of mashed potatoes forcefully down my throat, and sat up straight in my seat, pondering over my answer carefully.             “He’s been busy lately,” I lied, “I’d have to run it by him.”             “You mean the actor that was arrested three times in the last month, caught smoking meth, and seen numerous times at strip clubs?” Josh suddenly intruded, a condescending smirk placed on his lips. I narrowed my eyes in his direction and felt the rage pulsing through my veins; that was low.             “He’s a little troubled but—“             “I heard he was held up for DUI, prostitution, and theft. Hey, so like, did he hire a prostitute or was he the prostitute? I’ve always wanted to know—“             “Josh!” My voice escalated to drastic heights, and I only noticed when it was far too late. The whole room was dead silent, and despite Josh’s countless frustrating smirks, I was felt the need to find tranquility. My mother was staring at me, mouth gapped and eyes dilated; I could feel her disappointment.             “Well, um, maybe some other time,” She finally spoke, her voice trying its hardest to be polite. I slowly shied away in my seat with the feeling of exasperation and disappointment whirl-pooling within me. This evening was utterly horrendous and ruined thanks to the signature works of Joshua Neil Farro. Part of me wanted his forgiveness so badly, but the other percentage wanted revenge for this particular event.             What I did was awful and selfish, I understand, but unforgivable?             I guess seeing all the other guys’ reactions left me to believe my decision hadn’t made such an impact, but then again, maybe it had. It was true, if my mind hadn’t pondered over the offer and accepted it in the end, they wouldn’t be in a stump. Who knows if our band would have worked out, but I guess it should have been worth a shot. Nevertheless, time couldn’t be reversed, and all we could do was move on.             “If you’ll excuse me,” Josh said, breaking my deep thoughts. We all glanced to look at him, my eyes full of more disgust than everyone else, and watched as he lifted from his seat and took long strides towards the front door. “Thanks for inviting me Mrs. Williams,” He shifted his eyes over to me, “It was fun.”             And with that, his presence vanished, but the awkward tension enhanced. I shifted in my seat, thinking thoroughly for only a second or two before I rose from the chair as well and bounded towards the door. My mother called out to me, but I chose to ignore it; my mind was drawn to only one single thing, and I wanted to get this settled. Here and now.             “What’s your fucking problem?!” I barked once I whirled around him. My body dug its heel on the soil placed before him, my expression hard and exasperated. I was desperate for answers, frankly because the thought of someone hating me when we used be so close was too much to bear. He was too much to bear.             “You’re my problem,” He spat back, the insult sliding right off his tongue like butter. Lessening my irises, I let a scoff part my lips.             “You had no right to do that back there, it’s none of your business—“             “You lost the privilege of privacy the minute you signed that contract. Sorry, but I was only stating what everyone knows. Do you honestly think no one keeps tabs on you? Hayley, we know everything, and frankly, you’re a disappointment.”             I stood there, frozen in place with my eyes dropping to the ground. Wind was knocked out of me, and I suddenly felt more transparent than the autumn air. Josh studied me for a second longer, before scoffing under his breath and continuing past me. It only took a split second before my mind became lucid with the world, and I soon realized he was fleeing before me. Turning around, I managed to say some last words.             “You don’t like me, do you?”             At this, his lean body spun around and shared eye contact. I stood, trembling against the fall breeze and anxiety engulfing me. One corner of his lips perked up, and a gleam in his eyes soon sparkled. The expression could represent Satan any day.             “No, I hate you.” A/N: Short chapter, oh well, at least you get a glimpse into Josh and Hayley's current relationship status. :) Hope you enjoyed! P.S HAPPY EASTER! Oh, and would anyone be interested in an Alex Gaskarth fic? 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It’s a funny thing; love. We all want it, but very few deserve it. O n e – S h o t: J o s h:             I had this eerie feeling circling me. The cold nipped at my neck—the exposed skin—but somehow the feeling hadn’t been from the biting frost. Pink; it kept following me. That must have been it. Every angle my neck turned, I saw pink; a flash of pink, very miniscule but brightly vivid. At first, my mind was too clouded to take notice, but now that I think more about it, I find myself doing numerous double takes.             It’s brief and flies by; the other portion hidden through the crowd. As I observed it more and more though, I could finally guess what the striking coloration was; hair. Pink hair; maneuvering through the crowd lowly and not to mention, following me. Panic was just at its first stage, finally pushing to denial. Maybe my eyes were just blurred from the prickling cold and they were dry enough to water. That must have been it.             But a turn to the coffee shop, and I knew my mind was sane; at least, I hoped. There it was again; the pink hair that had been following my footsteps the whole day. Only this time, the portion of which my eyes could not catch was now visible, and I stood a little shocked at the figure. It was petite, and wasn’t much of an ‘it’ and more like a ‘she’. Round eyes were already reflected on me and a nervous twang filtered her features.             Her skin was pale, but in a glittering way, and her pink hair just contrasted suitably. I had to take a step back at the sight of her, mainly from finally identifying my follower but also at how panicked I seemed. She didn’t seem like danger; she was too small and seemed fragile. At the realization she couldn’t hurt me, I strode forward in her direction and watched in every angle if people were watching.             The café wasn’t busy, only a blotches of people here and there. A dark, very homey lightening was cascading through the light bulbs and it was just dark enough to blend into the background. As I inched closer, her posture straightened, and by the time I came face to face with the stranger, she managed to stretch a full grin.             “Hi,” She greeted sweetly, a gap-toothed smile beaming off her lips. I furrowed my eyebrows at her hospitality—expecting more of… well… not that—and watched closely for any misleading signs. She looked genuine, maybe a little too genuine.             “Have you been following me?” I asked directly, not wanting to beat around the bush. Today’s earlier recalls bounced back and forth in my mind; the way I caught a glimpse of pink pacing to work, then caught another glimpse on the way back. Pink was behind the oranges when I went grocery shopping and pink was there when I tried to get technical help with my phone. Pink was there—pink was everywhere.             “Er, sort of—“             “Why?”             She studied me closely for a while, alternating between my eyes and the floor with her pupils. It took a lot of willpower to restrain myself from interrogating loudly, but in the end, I managed well. Soon enough, her neck cranked up, but her eyes averted, yet her lips parted.             “Um, ok, how’d he say it?” She asked, more to herself, “Oh! Right! I’m a special… trained… uh, person… dead, obviously, and I… something about love being special… oh, love is special… and you, er, Josh? You haven’t found that special thing… uh… love, yeah… and I’m a love person—no wait, that’s not what he said… I’m a, uh…”             “What?” I asked, her scrambled words being completely incoherent to me.             “I’m cupid.”               I stared at her blankly; waiting for the joke to subside and her real reason for following me to come out. She just stood there though, biting on her bottom lip and studying me hesitantly. My eyebrows slowly lowered and I cocked my head to the side.             “You’re cupid?”             “Well,” She corrected, “A cupid. There must be more.”             “Right, ok, are you sober?”             “I wasn’t, and that’s how I got in this mess. Live life while you got it Josh, trust me.” She chuckled after her remark then brushed past me casually. My head was spinning with her answer and all I felt like was an utter mock. Nothing irked me more than indirect answers, and this girl seemed only capable of giving them.             “What? No, where are you going?”             “We have to find you a lady friend,” She answered in an obvious tone, “Duh, now c’mon. I saw a cute blonde on the way—“             “You’re crazy!” I exclaimed, a little loudly might I add. The attention of some customer’s drew to me and I felt the crimson tint on my cheeks. After giving the whole café an embarrassed glare, I glanced back at the girl and saw her checking the venue out too. She raised her brows and nodded, some sarcasm glistening in her eyes.             “Yeah, they can’t see me Josh, so don’t make a scene,” She suggested coolly. I stared at this girl with so much bewilderment I felt my eyes must have bulged out of their sockets; I could literally feel my sanity vanishing before me. I was seeing dead people? No, that couldn’t possibly be.             “If you don’t believe me, ask someone.” She suddenly said. My eyes dilated just an inch wider, and an impractical thought embarked my mind; could she read my mind?             “Yeah, isn’t that awesome?”             “Oh my god!” I gasped, feeling the wind being knocked out of me. If this was some joke, it was downright sick. I felt as if I was living a nightmare with no back door or exit; just the plotline to salvage me from any stability. “Sir?” I said, tapping a random man’s shoulder. The man—looking about his mid-thirties—turned around and nodded. “Is there something in front of me?”             I glanced at the girl, who was smiling broadly at the man and waving rambunctiously at his direction. But the man just skimmed her, or well, passed her and shook his head; “No?”             “Oh, uh, are you sure?”             “Positive, lay off the meth kid.”             “Oh no, I’m not—“ But he was already gone and so was sanity.             “So,” The girl suddenly chimed, “We going or what?”             “Or what,” I answered bluntly, hoping if I ignored her she’d go away. But she just laughed and trailed behind me as I strode over to the entrance. I hadn’t even gotten my chance to buy a beverage. Her smaller frame caught up with me and her arm brushed against mine; the touch feeling icy cold. The sudden drop of temperature caused me to wince and jump.             “Sorry,” She apologized briefly, shrugging her shoulders in the process. I just narrowed my eyes more and shook my head, wondering how extremely absurd this whole situation had escalated to.             “Who are you?” I asked, my voice pointed.             “Hayley,” She introduced, walking in front of me in a backwards demeanor. She seemed too energetic for her own well-being. For my well-being. “And we need to find you someone. My fate depends on it.”             “Hmm, well, no offense to your fate and all,” I replied sarcastically, “But I rather not have Cupid barge into my love life. Not that you’re anything but a lucid dream; I’m currently in bed, having uncanny nightmares.”             “I’m not Cupid; I’m a cupid, Ok?” Her pace was striving to be quicker than mine, mainly from our leg length difference. I just rolled my eyes and tried to focus on the background behind her, noting none of this was surreal and I’d soon be woken up by my obnoxious alarm clock and the world would make sense again.             “Josh, just accept it. I’m just a normal cupid here to make your life better, why so hesitant?” Oh yeah, I forgot; the cupid reads minds.             “I think you just answered your own question.”             “Oh c’mon! Please?” I shook my head, then had the ballistic thought they I should check her. Lips pouted and hands intertwined, she kept repeating “please” over and over at a loathsome pace.  I lessened my eyes on this uncanny figure and slowly twisted my face into grim as she continued; with every please that parted her lips the more aggravated I got. She acted like she was five.             “Ok fine!” I finally caved, “You can help.”               “What about that one?”             “Slut.”             I never really thought I had a problem in the love department, mainly because I succeed in avoiding it. But now, that it’s actually come to it, I realize I’m a hopeless, picky mess. Hayley and I were currently seated on stools by a counter in the local bar, eyeing all the female customers and sizing them up according to my taste. Hayley had just pointed out a red head who was desperately flirting with around three guys, laughing at every little thing coming out of their mouths.             Not really my taste.             “Aren’t you supposed to shoot me with an arrow or something, and then be done with it?”             She rolled her eyes, something I had just noticed were tinted green. “Stereotypes; gotta love ‘em. Nope, I need to find someone with a possible chance, then I add just the tiniest bit of magic, and boom, you’ve got yourself a match.”             Registering her words slowly, my head bobbed up and down. My mind was probably an all-time low for ever excepting to this, but if it was a nightmare, which I was desperately counting on, it couldn’t hurt to play along.             “Ok, what about that one? The waitress?” Hayley suggested, pointing vaguely at a character intertwined with the crowd. My neck cranked from side to side, but Hayley’s direction seemed to be just a big blurb of figures grinding against each other. She must have seen my hesitation and gotten sick of it, because before I knew it, an icy touch crashed into my jaw line and tugged me to a certain path. I finally settled my eyes on the waitress Hayley was directing at; the brunette who I could never seem to forget.             “Oh, no, no, Jenna would never go for me.”             “Jenna? You know her?” She asked, eyebrows furrowed. I nodded. “This is great! Oh god, that makes my job so much easier!”             “Are you insane?” No, I am.             “Maybe, but hey, she’s cute and you know her. What’s to lose?” Hayley boldness was overwhelming, because not only did I feel like a complete nut with her but also very small in figurative size. She seemed so colorful and outgoing, while I was still stuck in my shell for eternity to come.             “You don’t understand,” I said sheepishly, my tone barely above a whisper. Hayley just sighed, and shook her head; posture slightly slouching in the process.             “Fine, let’s go somewhere else then.”               “Favorite movie?”             “Titanic.”             “Well that’s… sappy.”             I rolled my eyes at her response and continued to wait it out in the cold. We were currently huddled in the park, snowflakes falling lightly to the blanket of snow and bystanders crossing by. I think I’ve finally woken up from my delusional thought that this was a dream; mainly because I tripped on the way here and the impact felt more than real. Now, I was a bit more cautious, but considering Hayley gave me her word she wouldn’t leave until we found someone, I didn’t protest.             “Hayley, this is hopeless,” I whined honestly.             She sighed, “I’ll find you someone, don’t worry.”             I groaned in response, “I don’t want someone. I’m perfectly fine being alone.”             “No one likes to be alone,” She corrected.             I shrugged, “I do.”             She shrugged, raised her brows, and looked unimpressed. Maybe it wasn’t the total truth, but it wasn’t an utter lie either; I enjoyed my downtime. People just make things complicated and living a life of simplicity just seems more appealing. A relationship is probably the head of any drama known to man, and frankly, I don’t want such commotion to interfere with my life.             “We’ve seen every girl Josh, from every shade of hair, skin, body shape, and style. And you haven’t talked to a single person all night except for me.”             “And what’s wrong with that?” I said jokingly, earning a frivolous eye roll from Hayley. A neat smile subsided by her lips though and I cracked a small grin too. Truth was, no matter how much of a nuisance she could be, she could actually be enjoyable company. If only all girls were as easy to speak to.             “Let’s get out of here, were not making any progress by just sitting here on this bench.”             And so, we alternated to foot; walking on the side walk with almost barren streets. The light snow fragmented to the ground and left little remains on my clothes and hair. The snowflakes seemed to surpass Hayley’s figure, and I noted it was probably because she was mainly an apparition. Then, a question popped into my mind.             “How’d you… die, may I ask?”             She glanced up from the pavement then slowly lowered her eyes back down. They seemed heavier, gloomier and darker. A deep silence engulfed us before Hayley’s breath was sucked back in, lips parting to reply.             “I got in a car wreck, I was stupid. I had been drinking that night and I had the keys to my car, so I thought I was sober enough to drive. It ended badly, of course, and well, God’s given me a second chance. This whole ‘cupid’ thing is temporary, and I fulfill this one task, I get to go to heaven, if I don’t—“             “Oh,” I cut off, not wanting her to say it. She smiled gratefully at me, and I wondered if it was out of appreciation that she didn’t have to say that word. I could only smile back and rethink this whole night. It must have been close to midnight or so, for the sky was now a painted black canvas and the stars were popping up in clans. So far, no success was given in this series of encounters, and I felt utterly guilty.             If Hayley didn’t find someone for me, she’d end up in a darker realm and suffer immensely. All I had to do was open up and take a chance, and frankly, I wondered why I’ve been so hesitant all along.             We passed by the bar again, and this time, I witnessed Jenna wiping the tables with a worn out rag. I hadn’t noticed my legs stopped, because my eyes and mind were glued on her. I’ve known her since I was ten and we’ve always been friends, but just recently, things have been drifting apart. The grown up life might have interfered along the way, but maybe it was just me, pushing her away.             “You really like her don’t you,” I suddenly heard Hayley say. I glanced down, her being several inches shorter than me, and suddenly tensed up.             “A little, maybe, I don’t know.”             “Oh c’mon Josh, just talk to her,” She urged, giving me a playful, but freezing nudge. I gave her a half-hearted smile, but my whole mind and body were just too hesitant to say downright yes.  But then, Hayley said, “For me?” and I knew what I had to do.             “Fine, I’ll go talk to her.”   H a y l e y:             I watched in appreciation as Josh opened that glass door and strode right inside. I knew this wasn’t easy for him, especially given the circumstances, but the fact he had given in was more than enough. Jenna was wiping tables, her chestnut hair pulled into a low ponytail, whilst strands kept brushing her eyes. Josh, as socially awkward as any being could ever be, accidentally knocked down a chair and stringed along Jenna’s attention.             I chuckled lightly at his clumsiness and rolled my eyes; remembering how he had flailing in the air when a rock hit his heel. Tension was inscribed in all his body language, but all Jenna seemed to notice was the doubled over chair and the mess. Josh bent down to help her, and when their eyes made contact, both of them shared a nervous smile.             Don’t forget the affection-enhancer dust! Greg—my mentor—reminded me telepathically.             Just say Love Drug. I said, an annoyed tone to my thoughts. I could feel Greg’s eye roll seeping through our mind connection, but decided to ignore it. I watched just a tad bit longer in observation of both of them.             Josh fidgeted with his fingers, in that cute boyish way, and Jenna continued to tug on her earlobe nervously. They were both so awkward and tense, but in a way, something inside me told me they’d last. And in the end, I didn’t think they needed the drug.             Just as I was preparing to leave, my eyes slowly glancing from the end of the sidewalk to the window, I caught Josh watching me through the glass. I gave him the most genuine smile I could muster, but frankly, my forcefulness could give off feign. It didn’t really matter though, for my job was done and I’d probably never see him again.             I nodded towards Jenna in assurance, hoping he’d get my memo. The two were so awkwardly tense around each other; I knew they’d make a good match. Not to mention their everlasting history. I do my research.             Thanks, Hayley I heard him think, his voice slithering and swimming in my mind. I think in that split second my feign grin turned real and I nodded back, hoping the gesture would suffice. Love is a funny thing in the end; we all want it, but very few deserve it.             Josh was one of the lucky people; he didn’t want it, but he deserved it.             And I was one of the unlucky people; I wanted it. But I didn’t deserve it.  A/N: So, it's not your typicial Joshayley One-shot. But still... it's surrounded by them... so I figured it'd be best to put it that way... :/ Sorry if the ending is a little, eh, stupid. I'm terrible with endings. I hope you get the ending though, I don't want to explain it because it doesn't give you space to ponder, but yeah, let's just say Hayley has... feelings... O.o So anyways, it's an open ending, whatever you want can happen. I remember posting one shots all the time because I could never finish stories, and well, I made one! It was like nine pages on Word, so excuse me if it's really long. Anyways, I bought the Straight to DVD dvd today, and I'mma go watch it now. Shout out to Adam, cause he's just a cool Hot Topic employee and he actually tolerated me. Anyways, bye!  Dani :) ]]> 2013-03-27T19:45:17Z xunderapapermoon Buzznet cupid hayley williams jenna josh farro joshayley love one shot paramore haley williams haleywilliams hayleywilliams hayly williams haylywilliams joshf arro joshfarro l o v e l o v e............ l-o-v-e l.o.v.e l.o.v.e. lo-ve -oneshot- one-shot oneshot pa ramore para more http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/4/5/4/1/thumb-21184541.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/4/5/4/1/synd-21184541.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/4/5/4/1/mob-21184541.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/4/5/4/1/gallery-21184541.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/4/5/4/1/large-21184541.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/4/5/4/1/feat-21184541.jpg xunderapapermoon 8 100 http://www.buzznet.com/groups/paramore2/journals/106728434/
C h a p t e r O n e:  Home Sweet Home H a y l e y :             It felt foreign to be back home, no matter how horrible it sounds. After touring for weeks with no end, and spending the majority of your time in a studio all the way in Los Angeles, you tend to forget what life with casualty was like. I was currently situated in the midriff of my voluptuous limo; eyes firmly planted on the exterior. Citizens, varying from all characteristics, were out and about their own daily lives like they should.             They had tasks to fulfill, places to be, and people to see; must be nice having to strive for yourself. I don’t even remember the last time I had gone to the dry cleaners alone, or picked up a hearty cheese burger from a local diner. Everything was looked over and taken with caution around me, and part of me hated it.             “Were here, Miss. Williams,” My chauffer acknowledged. I stifled slightly in my seat as some anxiety kicked in. These were people I hadn’t seen in months, for all I knew, someone could have been slaughtered and it would have surpassed me. Nevertheless, it had to be done, so I might as well get it over with.             “Thanks Rodger,” I mumbled back, scrambling my petite legs out of the car. The cold collision of Tennessee’s autumn breeze brushed me and my flaming hair, causing a small chill to crawl on my spine. The cold nipped at my flesh that was exposed and caused some goose bumps to rise. Rodger would usually open the door for me, but because of my specific request, he stopped doing that a long time ago.             The least I could do was open my own door.             “How long, Miss. Williams?” Rodger inquired.             I looked from the homey house back to him. “Uh, two hours. I’ll call you sooner if I need it.”             With a pleasant smile, Rodger got the limo back into gear and rode off down the street. The wind pulled an hostile tug on the hem of my dress, and I tried with precaution to keep it from jostling uncomfortably. My heels clacked loudly against the gravel road and I slowly strode to the first steps of my former home. The lovely abode still had that worn down appeal, even after I had sent money down for my mom to fix it. The shingles were still chipped, along with the beige paint coating. The cream door was already missing half of the handle, and the windows seemed anything but stainless and had a few cracks here and there. Still, it smelled like home.             My knuckles brushed lightly on the wood twice, probably hoping the light weight wouldn’t be audible and I’d have the excuse to leave. But no, after a couple seconds of waiting and rummaging, the door swung open and my mom appeared under the frame.             “Hayley!” She exclaimed, causing the side behind the door to go silent.             I smiled—a little flustered—and walked in when she propped the door enough for me to enter. Dozen pairs of eyes gleamed at me, and despite the lack of noise, I could literally feel them judging me. My smile became even more forced and awkward as the milliseconds ticked on, before finally, my Aunt Candace broke the silence by dropping her plate. Everything was dandy after that, for all the awkward tension was now broken.             “Have you met any celebrities?” My cousin, Anica, interrogated.             “Oh course she has,” My other cousin, Asher, interrupted.             I grinned in response, trying to date back how many celebrities I had encountered. Fame is a weird concept; when you have it, you don’t really notice it until it’s pointed out. All those celebrities aren’t any more appraised by me than a normal person, frankly because I think of them as merely friends; but I guess meeting your idol would be different.             “Hayley,” someone suddenly said. I turned to look and found one of my old friend’s mothers grinning at me, her chestnut hair falling in curls behind her back. I remember her vividly, I would always call her by her maiden name, but she always insisted I call her Lily. “Would you like to go see the boys?”             The boys; that was something I wasn’t so sure about.             “Uh… I don’t know,” I spoke honestly, already feeling he palms of my hands clam up.             Lily batted her eyelashes frivolously. “Nonsense, c’mon, they’re excited to see you!”             I doubt it, I thought sourly. But Lily didn’t give me the opportunity to protest, because she yanked my arm into the direction of the basement before I even uttered a word. Opening the door, she guided me in, then shut it properly behind me. I was left on the stair cases, lit up just faintly by the TV screen downstairs, and the smell of alcohol serving as a guiding line. I took the steps as hesitant and softly as I could; trying to stall time before I actually had to meet them.             I heard all-too familiar voice barking and laughing right below me, and just being in the basement’s presence reeled back old memories. Some pleasant, some not so pleasant. Lowering myself from the steps, my feet finally planted themselves of the timber floor and clacked loudly for my own good. All heads turned to look at me, and I felt undeniably see through. They all seemed stunned, at a loss for words, and drained from any true emotion. My cheeks flamed a tinted crimson and I felt so naked I wondered if I had forgotten to put any clothes on. Just as I was about to break the silence, my jaw just weighing the slightest bit, another voice—louder and reckless—was able to overlap mine. “Hayley!” It was Jeremy. Before I even got the chance to smile back, he had already engulfed me in a bear-hug attack and lifted me from the ground. I was taken aback by his reaction, obviously expecting the worst, but finding a lot of relief he was able to break the ice. The rest of the clan smiled and welcomed me back with a variety of greetings. Zac teased me into doing the secret handshake, wondering if I had the mortality left in me to even remember the first step. I ended up knowing it all. Taylor asked me a crap load of questions I had only half of the answers for. None of his questions involved my career though, which was a little strange, but very gracious; I rather not talk about it. Hunter was present too; with his now shorter and darker hair still swept to one side. He and I weren’t as close—not close enough to strangle me into an embrace like Jeremy anyways—but we were still friends, or used to be at least. He greeted me back warmly and I returned the favor. Everything seemed to be going good, and I was feeling great; all the nightmares I had circling my brain about this specific day could now rest in the grave. Except, something was missing. “Where’s Josh?” I asked, remembering him strikingly in my mind. If I had met Hunter already, surely it was in order for me to spot my former best friend. We hadn’t really stayed intact after our fallout, but neither did the rest of the guys and I, and frankly, they seemed alright. Maybe he was tranquil with the whole outcome too. But then something eerie happened; the whole atmosphere weighed itself with heavy silence. My smile, which was firmly plastered by genuine joy, was now slowly faltering by the seams. All eyes seemed to avert me now, and that caused some panic to subside within me. Furrowing my brows, I did a full scan of all their ignoring faces. “Whoa, who died?” “Your loyalty,” A dangerously familiar voice answered. I turned around, fixating that was the spot the words had come from, and found a pair of caramel daggers digging into me. I cowered against his cold glare and felt the iciness behind them stab me like sharpened razors. Everything in his expression was spiteful, and I knew he probably hated seeing me, but I thought I could maybe change that around. “Oh c’mon Josh, that was years ago. I think it’s safe to say we’ve all moved on,” I spoke hesitantly. I felt like I was in proximity of a ticking time bomb, and with the wrong words, it could easily explode. His dark irises did a full scan of me, which made me feel once again see through. “Right, and you just happened to move on to limos and sold out arenas, huh? While we wait it out with crappy jobs and failure, sure, you moved on.” His voice was dripping with spite and I felt every word cut into me with agony prescribed; he really did hate my guts. The biggest nightmare of all was now fathoming into reality, and I felt so condescending. After making his statement and venting out, Josh strode past me—hitting my shoulder with his purposely—then climbed back up the stairs. I just stood there, aghast. A/N: Only a couple more days until the album comes out! This is f u c k i n g awesome!  Ok, anyways, hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I have yet to really draw a guide where this story goes, but we'll see. :) Feedback is always appreciated. And by the way, I wanna catch up with y'all. Let's have a party! I'm bored this Spring Break, thanks to being sick, and I've just gotten all lonesome. #foreveralone. Whatever ya need, I'm here for ya. 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p r o l o g u e:              The crowd began to chant once again just as she had skipped off stage. She adjusted the hem of her skirt closer to her knees, but got stopped when her dressing manager slapped her hands away. Wincing slightly in pain and reeling her hand back to her chest, she watched as Mindy—the woman who was hired to make her look “good”—pulled the waist band closer to Hayley’s torso. She smiled victoriously and nodded, inspecting her creation.             “You have good legs, Hayley,” She complimented, her voice far from genuine, “You need to show them off.”             Hayley nodded sternly and forced a weak smile to spread across her face. Once Mindy walked away, probably off to scold at someone else, Hayley took the free time to breathe. Her forehead was clammy with sweat and her black, leather skirt wasn’t helping much in that department. Scanning, her eyes landed briefly on some jeans that were laid flat across a plush chair, the comfort feeling tempting her. She’d do anything for an exchange of clothing; some cool pants and a tank top never felt so luring before.             “Hayley, are you ok?” Jimmy, the sound engineer asked.             Hayley whipped her head around to face him, “Hmm?” She mumbled. Her attention was still drawn drastically to the tightness around her skin, but she could bear with it for a couple more songs; as long as she stands stiff.             “You look sweaty, and pale, like you’re going to pass out,” He commented, wrapping some wire around his arm.             She laughed awkwardly, “No, I’m fine. I’m just hot.”             “You’re telling me.” Suddenly, a hand wrapped around her waist and dragged her closer to a figure, her lips slightly curving to a straight line when she realized who it was. He gave her a hungry kiss on the cheek, which Hayley happily pushed away from, making it clear she was not in the mood.             “Stop it Will,” She refused, struggling to get out of his tight grip. He finally let her waist go and hustled up an annoyed look, rolling his cold, ocean eyes.             “You’re still angry?” He asked, his voice drenched in disbelief. Hayley was just about to respond, when she remembered that Jimmy was still standing before them. He was staring at them dully, and completely oblivious of his inconvenience.             “Jimmy,” Hayley motioned, “Go.”             He nodded forcefully and scurried off, feeling a little flustered for being so ignorant. Luring her attention back to their conversation, she looked back up at Will.             “Yeah, I am still mad,” She spat, brushing past him for a bottle of water. Tying her orange hair up in a ponytail, she reached in a silver, fancy bowl filled with ice and fished the first bottle she could grasp. She heard Will groan behind her, which only made her temper flare that much more.             “I don’t get you, Hayley, you’re too complicated,” He whined, crossing his arms over his chest.             Hayley spun around and scoffed; the cool surface of the plastic sinking into her palms. “It’s called being a girl, Will.”             “No, it’s called being a stuck-up airhead who thinks she’s better than most.”             Hayley narrowed her eyes, “You’re such a dick.” She walked past him and bumped into his shoulder harshly, doing it somewhat on purpose. Hayley was just about to get ready for her next song, when her arm was caught by a set of hands. She flung back and winced as his fingernails dug into her bare skin, her shirt barely doing anything for protection.             “I’m not done,” He growled, lowering his voice and lips to her ear. She snatched her arm away from him and pushed him, only being slightly effective. He was glaring her down and she suddenly felt smaller than usual under his razor sharp stare.             “Fuck off, Will,” She barked, backing away and running towards the stage. Hayley had never felt more gratified to take those first few steps on the marble floored spotlight; thousands of fans watching her intensely. She forced on a believable smile and continued with her performance, hiding behind her porcelain doll mask. Fans from below her screamed in delight; watching with joy in their eyes as they saw her walk across the stage.             Smiling falsely, Hayley made her way up and center; brushing her eyes briefly across the crowd. After introducing the song and cracking some jokes here and there, the beats kicked up and the lyrics rolled in. Hayley, trying her best to stay still to reserve her voice, sang the lyrics as written and hit every note accurately. Her coach and manager said there was no room for failure, and frankly, that was always tattooed in her mind.  A/N: Alright, prologue is up. Just a glimpse into H-Bomb's life. Next chapter will be more eventful... er... hopefully. Anyways, thanks for reading guys. Feedback is always appreciated. <3 Dani :) ^ Too funny not to include. Sorry/not sorry. Oh, and P.S, s p r i n g b r e a k has just broken out. And it's so damn cold like twenty below. :P  Alright, bye :)]]> 2013-03-22T16:43:17Z xunderapapermoon Buzznet fame fanfiction h-bomb hayley williams jerk josh farro joshayley love money paramore prologue will f.a.m.e. fan fiction fan fiction fan fiction ! fan fiction. fan-fiction fanfic hbomb haley williams haleywilliams hayleywilliams hayly williams haylywilliams joshf arro joshfarro l o v e l o v e............ l-o-v-e l.o.v.e l.o.v.e. lo-ve pa ramore para more http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/2/3/2/3/thumb-21182323.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/2/3/2/3/synd-21182323.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/2/3/2/3/mob-21182323.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/2/3/2/3/gallery-21182323.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/2/3/2/3/large-21182323.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/2/3/2/3/feat-21182323.jpg xunderapapermoon 10 100 http://www.buzznet.com/groups/paramore2/journals/106723068/
Shame on me, heh. (Right Alex? Look, I can feel him judging me, saying, "Ugh, this girl again.") :P 1) Well, first, as mentioned above... Hey.  I feel so imfamous for posting this, mainly because I feel like such a liar after promising to visit more. Buzznet slipped through my mind, somehow... Idunno. But I'm back, er, sorta. But anyways, yeah, I wanna say "hi" and I feel like catching up. Seriously, this site has changed! Where did all the... what about the... wait what... oh... no... wait... what?  I swear, that's all that's been going through my mind for the past half hour. It's 9:00 where I live, meaning bed time soon. Yeah, I'm still a kid. (13 years old, fuck yeah!) But anyways, I feel foreign and I'd love for you guys to catch me up... unless you hate my guts which I guess I can understand.  "Even if it may seem like I don't care, trust me, at the bottom of my heart (and in the depths of testicles xD) I really don't give a fuck."  Nah, nah, feel free to exploit hate. The world is already full of it, what's an ounce more?  Anywayssss... Point is: Hey, I'm Dani, I write fanfiction/stories about idiots in bands and... yeah... that's it. 2) Numero dos. Yes, you read right. New user! I'm ditching the ol' profile. Eh, I just feel like a replenished start is in order, therefore, I thought a new user would be the eptiome of a fresh start. So, maybe I'll post a story, I have a few in mind, but I also have other stories going on at other sites so... we'll see... My user is called: xunderapapermoon. Lately, that's been my user for everything. Just 'cause, ya know? Here's the link: http://xunderapapermoon.buzznet.com/user/ Yeah, so that's where I'll be guise. I'll write down all the people I follow at this account and transfer it there, so now, you have another follower if I followed you before! :) Hopefully ya'll haven't forgotten me yet.  3) Hey, I don't remember what a heart beat sounds like. I think mine stopped. All Time Low, god, the inspiration for a lot of things lately; their new music video came out today! It was unfuckingbelievable! It wasn't what I expected, but it definately didn't disappoint! It was so them, ya know? The hot air balloon... my god. I died, guys, I died.  Yeah, I've been hitting some hardships lately, things I would have never pictured myself in, but music is therapy, the good kind anyways... :) 4) Paramore's upcoming album... can we just remember what perfection is? Still Into You, Now... I seriously think my heart will collapse... I just can't wait! April is so far away though! This is uncanny! But whatever! I'll wait. I've been waiting.  "Soon" has never meant such a long time before... oh Hayley. But they're back, and I'm stoked! Alright, I think I've covered it all. So... I'm ditching this user, therefore, if you want to contact me, you'll have to go through my new user. I doubt anyone wants to, but ya know, it'd be nice. I hope you guys still care, or else... this whole day has been an utter waste... and it was an early dismisal so... ya know. Don't get those very often!  Spring Break is coming, which is always an added plus! :) Alright, I guess I'm done. Thanks for taking time out of your day to read this, and again, sorry. :/ Contact Me:  X U N D E R A P A P E R M O O N: http://xunderapapermoon.buzznet.com/user/ T W I T T E R: https://twitter.com/xiNeverlandx A S K. F M: http://ask.fm/xunderapapermoon W A T T P A D: http://wattpad.com/user/xunderapapermoon P.S The "Somewhere In Neverland" video was restricted in America... O.o What up with that?]]> 2013-03-19T19:05:01Z xxparawhore101xx Buzznet http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/0/8/5/9/thumb-21180859.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/0/8/5/9/synd-21180859.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/0/8/5/9/mob-21180859.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/0/8/5/9/gallery-21180859.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/0/8/5/9/large-21180859.jpg http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/2/1/1/8/0/8/5/9/feat-21180859.jpg xxparawhore101xx 0 0