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*Franky's Point of View*

 

I leaned my head on Billvy's shoulder. We watched Alex fake sleep next to Hayley on the opposite couch. Hayley was messing around on the damn guitar..again.

Mackie was on Gabe's lap, sleeping. her head was buried in his neck. HIs arms were around her waist, pulling her close as he rested his head on hers. 

Alison was tuning the drums and talking to Tam and Ryan. She threw the occasional glance at Alex, but she pretended to be distracted by whatever was saying so animatedly. if she wasn't doing that she was texting someone.

she was doing that alot lately.

Xani was arguing with Pete. We were doing bass tracks, so her bass was slung around her. Pete had come out of the production room to pick on something and i guess Xani was just so fatigued that she kinda..snapped. 

Hence the argument. Her hands were on her hips as they argued, about a metre apart from each other.

They were like in love or something, i swear. Why don't they just hook up already? 

oh right.

the boyfriend.

...forgot that.

anywho.

i compare these situations to school.

it's like when we think everyone has cooties.

but then 3 years down the line, we're a TAD more hormonal, and those cootie infested twerps we hated a few years back are suddenly devastatingly attractive.

anyway, it'll sort itself out.

i felt my eyes drifting closed as the arguing slowly drowned out, and went to sleep.

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*few hours later*

i woke up, it was dark. i guess Bill moved me to my own bed after the rest finished recording for the day.

I felt Bill's fingers running through my hair. kind of an absent minded thing he did sometimes. 

i moved a bit.

he knew i was up now.

i sat up a bit so i was next to him, and we stared at the city lights out the window.

'you hungry?' he asked me, looking down

'yeah'

'k'

we got up and walked to the kitchen. he sat on the counter as i raided the fridge. i felt his eyes on me.

'Bill?'

'Yes?' he answered distractedly

'stop staring at my ass'

'i'm not, i swear!' he protested

i took the mac and cheese out of the fridge, closing the door with my hip.

i put the food in the microwave 'sure you weren't'

'hmph' he pouted

he took my hands in his, pulling me to him

he entwined his arms around my waist, kissing me

i recall the microwave beeping at some point.

did that stop us making out?

no.

'no sex in the kitchen, kiddies' we broke apart to see Pete, shirtless and in skinny jeans, hair all messy.

'hey there booty call' i said

he rummaged through the fridge

'has Xani told Ryland yet?' Bill asked, hugging me to his chest

'no' Pete sighed, still looking

'do you think she will soon?'

he paused

'no.' he sighed, grabbing leftovers, some forks, and returning to the room where he locked the door.

Bill raised his eyebrows as i took out the food

'c'mon' i said, taking his hand and sliding off the counter

we walked past the other rooms.

Alison's was quiet, but she ws talking to someone on the phone, practically whispering.

i won't even bother questioning.

in Hayley's, she was on the phone too. Except she was yelling, loudly.

'No caleb, you cheated on me! you freaking CHEATED on me!'

i flinched a bit.

Xani's was quiet, with the exception of laughter and talking.

We slowly made our way back to the room, trying to block out all three scenarios in the process.

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*morning after*

'frankyyyyy'

'fuck.off.'

'breakfast?'

'fine.' i said getting up

i looked around, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

Bill was nowhere to be seen

there was a note on the bedstand

'i would have woken you to tell you i was going back to my place, but you looked so peaceful. i didn't want to disturb you. i'll call you later or see you at the studio.

love you,

Bill.'

i smiled and left the note there, getting up to go have breakfast.

Hayley was in the kitchen, taking muffins out of the oven.

Some people had joined us.

There was Alison, Xani and pete, but now Tam and Ryan were here too, and Alex. 

Hayley made her way over with the muffin tray.

Blueberry Muffins and chocolate chip muffins.

YAY!

Alex and Alison were next to each other at the table.

Awkward. turtle.

They weren't even speaking.

They just sat there.

Alex reached forward to grab a muffin

'careful they're-'Hayley started as he reached for one, but then retracted his hand quickly, probably because it burned

'-hot.'

'maybe.' Alex mumbled

everyone else waited a little bit before reaching for one to eat

They just ate, and alison tried to distract herself with texting someone.

we never knew who she was texting.

it's been like this since the party.

i'll find out somehow.

Xani and Pete were just happily eating, hands laced with each other.

Ryan and Tam were feeding each other muffin and laughing. Enjoying each other's company. Like they were in their own little world.

..again.

Hayley plonked down opposite me. There were huge bags under her eyes, her hair not done. Kind of like Alex circa yesterday.

weird.

i wish my end of the table wasn't so awkwardly quiet.

i casually looked over to Alison, who was still texting.

'who're you talking to' i asked loftily

she quickly sent the message 'no one'

Alex raised his eyebrows

he swallowed 'really?'

'really'

'okay' he mumbled, averting his eyes elsewhere.

Silence...again.

goddammit.

Again, just munching, and giggles from the happy end of the table.

no, clearly not this end.

'-she loves the way that i tease, i love the way that she breathes, i touched her ooh, she touched my aah-'

the ringtone was cut off by Hayley who picked up the phone.

she got up from the table with a smile, putting the phone to her ear

'Hey Garrett' she said, walking to her room before giving us some sort of wave

I saw Alex's follow her as she shut the door.

i raised my eyebrows

'who's Garrett?' i asked generally

'Nickelsen'

'huh?'

'Garrett Nickelsen.'

'okay.'

Alison  rolled her eyes 'hello? The maine?'

'oh..right. how do you know and how does she know him?!'

'warped. they were there too. whenever she disappeared she was with ftsk or them or someone else. when you were screwing bill, we were getting to know the bands. such as the maine.'

'that's one way to put it' alex mumbled

'what was that?' alison shot

'nothing.' he said stiffly.

'o..kay. is she like...'

'like what?'

'with him?'i asked cautiously

Alex stood up quickly, looking at a message he just received on his phone.

'crap, that'd be jack. i better go, sorry, great to see you all and thanks for food!' he said quickly, hastily kissing alison's cheek and not even lingering for more than half a second.

he opened the door and left

'hmm'

'well? is she?'

'no, she isn't'

'okay.'

'what's up with you and Alex?' Tam asked

'uhh' alison looked at her food

'come on, you guys are like, not speaking to each other. it's getting awkward and creepy. who did what, and when. just spill it already, woman' i said, poking her

she paused

'promise not to judge or comment until i'm done?'

Xani looked deterred 'this sounds awfully like me when i was telling you i slept with this loser' she said pointing at Pete as he 'glared' at her

alison paused again

'i slept with John O'Callaghan-'

Xani choked briefly before Pete patted her back

'you did WHAT?' Tam said, looking aghast

'you heard me. don't tell anyone, i'll kill you all and shoot your corpses, i swear i will.' alison threatened

'we won't' we all said quickly

silence.

'and i think Alex somehow knows. i don't know how, but i think he does. he's been distant since the morning after the party.'

she shifted uncomfortably

'damn' i muttered, crushing my muffin into pieces as i thought

'does hayley know?'

'yeah i think she does. cos she knew i was completely wasted, and looking for John, and she know that i liked him so this is how it would turn out in the end of the party. i'm sure she knew something of the sort was up.

'k'

we heard Hayley laugh while still on the phone

'ok, Xani, seriously, are you SURE they're not together?'

'yeah. Friends are allowed to laugh, Franky.'

she said dryly before Pete whispered something in her ear making her laugh

'well, Xani, friends don't usually fuck either, but hey, you know, anything's fine.' i said sarcastically as she 'glared'

'they're not together. and no, i have not broken up with Ryland yet.'

'why?'

'he's in chicago'

'so?'

'i'm not going to break up with him over the phone!'

'fine. but do it soon.'

'i know i know' she said rolling her eyes

with that we were left in silence once again.

 

*few hours later, at recording studio*

'thank god!' hayley said, throwing off her headphones

'what?'

'we've finished the record! Pete's mixing it tonight! we've actually legitimately finished a record!' she said excitedly, jumping around.

'actually, i mixed all of your tracks before, and i just finished that one, so we're technically done' Pete said, leaning against the doorframe

hayley squealed and we all started talking

'there's just  album artwork left but you can figure that out on your own. it's all about your tastes.' he said shrugging

we all started talking again

'oh and by the way, there's something else i have to tell you guys.'

'about what?'

'tour'

'oh, what about it?'

'well...'

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'Just a small town girl

Livin' in a lonely world

She took the midnight train

Goin' anywhere

Just a city boy

Born and raised in South Detroit

He took the midnight train

Goin' anywhere

 

A singer in a smokey room

A smell of wine and cheap perfume

For a smile they can share the night

It goes on and on and on and on

 

Strangers waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows searching

In the night

Streetlights, people

Livin' just to find emotion

Hidin', somewhere in the night'

- 'don't stop believing' by journey

 

sick song

i've been obsessed with it

i've been singing it ALL the time

 

 

i know you love that cliffhanger!

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i know i know i haven't been updating in a while..

:(

sorry

school does end next week though

this weekend i have this thing called the 'Combined Schools Festival'

i had a rehearsal yesterday and there were hot guys EVERYWHERE.

i was just sitting in my spot with my violin, playing, and i look up at the conductor, and behind him i see the most AMAZING sight

also known as the lead cellist.

OMG HE WAS SOOO FREAKING HOT.

like a mini garrett nickelsen.

god he was cute.

anywho

that should be fun

and i may update you on what happens during this.

we're playing this piece in the orchestra with the choir, it's pretty famous, it's called 'o Fortuna'

SOOOOOO fun to play!

 

also, bubbles and i are going to record a video in the holidays of us covering a song (hopefully) and also one of me and my violin, and her listing random songs for me to try and play on the violin.

i don't know, it's just something fun we've figured out how to do because for some reason i can play most songs she lists...

she says i'm a freak.

but that's bull.

 

mhm!

 

i'll update the next chapter if i get 12 comments.

 

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and you're all free to guess what happens after this cliffhanger too!

first person to get it right gets a virtual cookie.

 

 

so yeah

that was a bit of an uneventful chappy though. sorry.

 

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*alison's POV*

the second i woke up, my otherwise mellow, calm mood was rudely corrupted by a sharp searing pain in my head.

'fuck' i mumbled, putting a hand to my forehead in a futile attempt to cease the pain.

when i strained my eyes open, a slightly blurry glass of water with Advil next to it was on the table next to me. i grabbed the pills and chucked them down, gulping down the water before resuming my place on the bed.

i opened my eyes.

Wait.

this is NOT my room....

or Alex's.

oh shit.

oh shit.

oh shit.

kill me now.

god.

who did i sleep with?!?!

my thoughts were interrupted by a scantily clad figure walking in, balancing a breakfast try with fruit, bagels, spreads, hot chocolate and orange juice on it. i had to say i was a TINY bit wooed by his obvious efforts.

his flannel pyjama pants hung dangerously low on his hips.

cough, cough.

so.

i slept with John O'Callaghan. 

wow, that's a slap in the face to all my morals.

i hastily dragged on my bra and underwear when he was focusing on the tray.

why?

yeah i know he clearly saw me naked last night but that's so totally irrelevant right now.

i dragged the covers up again.

he smiled at me as he carefully slipped into the bed without tipping the tray.

'thanks for the advil. and this. you didn't have to.' i said gratefully when he settled.

'it's no problem.' he said with a charming smile that made my heart melt.

hold on.

this is...weird.

i'm not meant to have butterflies...

i practically just met this guy.

yes, we got to know each other very uh, quickly.

but it's not meant to be like this.

we both cautiously ate before he broke the silence.

'we should talk'

i nodded while chewing

'i didn't sleep with you because you were drunk' he hastily clarified, looking away.

i raised my eyebrows

this i snews

'i've wanted to do that for a long time you know. kiss you, i mean.' he mumbled the last part, blushing.

i smiled 'since when?'

'tour...'

my cheeks tinted pink as he looked at me with a shy smile

'john, i'm flattered, i am but-'

'you're with alex...i know.' he said reassuringly but with a pained look on his face

'but what do we do about..' i motioned to the tangled bedsheets.

'i guess we keep it to ourselves.' he said quietly.

there was silence again.

he tentatively laced his fingers with mine.

i looked at our joined hands and smiled up at him.

'you know..i kinda like you too...'

his eyes lit up , a blue that resembled the sky. i hadn't seen him like this before.

it broke my heart.

i wasn't meant ot feel comfortable.

i was meant to feel horribly remorseful.

if alex knew, he'd be heartbroken.

but he can't know. it would ruin us.

but what about John?

he shared some of Alex's qualities.

genuinely sweet, hilariously funny, almost irritably and unbelievingly charming.

not to mention looks. My God.

and that hair....

enough on that.

yeah i knew alex for longer.

but i feel like i've known John forever, even though we hardly talked.

i hate being stuck in the middle.

i lapsed out of my trance.

'i should shower...' i said, leaning against his chest.

he gave me a smirk.

'what?' i asked

'why? sex hair and afterglow just looks so good on you.' he said, keeping the boyish smirk.

i smacked his chest, rolling my eyes.

then a thought occurred.

i'm already in shit.

why not push the button a little more?

i flipped over, placing my hand on his chest, the other sweeping the hair out of his eyes. i placed my chin on his chest as his hands moved to my lower back.

his eyes looked into mine.

'maybe i should shower too..' he said thoughtfully.

i smiled as i got up, shrugging one of his hoodies on that i found on the floor.

i held my hand out to him to take.

he looked at me curiously 'what?'

i smirked 'let's not waste water or anything, right?'

he took my hand with an equally devious smirk, kissing me before dragging me to the bathroom.

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the elevator dinged as the chrome doors opened.

i dug around for my keys in my pocket, finding them at the bottom.

i slid it in the lock, turning it quietly.

when i got in it was eerily quiet.

it was only 8.

and on a sunday.

what could i expect?

i slid my heels off quietly, as not to disturb anyone.

i thought i was in the clear, so i started to tiptoe to my room, when suddenly i heard-

'Alison.'

i turned in the direction in which i heard it.

Xani was on one of the stools next to the kitchen counter, half lying on the surface with advil and water next to her.

'hey Xani' i said calmly

'who' she paused to yawn, and probably for effect 'did you sleep with?'

i stared at her.

'no one...'

'who?'

'i stayed at Kenny's place last night. i stayed wayyy longer than you cos i couldn't find you guys.' i said smoothly.

well..

that's one way to put it.

she looked at me suspiciously before falling asleep on the counter again.

cue running away.

i hastily made my way past the comatose bodies who were all sleeping on the couches. i flung my door open and jumped spread eagles on to the bed, staring at the ceiling.

what was i going to do?

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-few hours later-

we were just about to leave for the studio. 

hayley got there earlier after waking up,tripping over a vase, stringing out curse words, and mumbling about how 'freaking much' her head hurt before walking out the door. she had to 'sort out stuff' apparently. i wouldn't put it past her.

we were ahead of recording schedule, luckily. all of the bass tracks were recorded, halfway through drums, three quarters through guitar, a bit of keyboard and a third of the singing.

Pete insinuated the plan of getting labelmates and friends to feature on the record.

we were just informed that Bill, Ryan, Travis and Alex would be there.

Alex.

oh god.

okay, act normal, he doesn't know.

no one does, except for me and john. 

our dirty little secret.

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we were greeted by Billvy and Travis at the door with hugs, kisses in Franky's case.

or should i say makeout session?

anyway.

when we walked in, pete was in the production room, with huge headphones on and listening intently.

Ryan apparently was on a food/coffee run, hence why he was gone.

he was getting us stuff too, thank god, at least he knew what we liked, courtesy of Tam.

Alex was sitting opposite Hayley, who was on the couch looking mildly perplexed. he was talking quietly to her as she played, well, messed around on the guitar. she appeared to be actually listening, looking concerned as he sighed and raked a hand through his bed ridden hair.

he looked a mess.

as said, his hair was messy, bags under his eyes. his eyes looked a bit dull and lifeless, in comparison to his usual happy, lively looking look.

his outfit looked like he just picked it up off the floor and chucked it on.

 

i wonder what's wrong?

he rubbed his tired eyes and slouched in his chair. 

i walked over to him, stood behind his chair and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and neck. i kissed his cheek in greeting,. Hayley got called over by Pete so she left us alone.

'what's wrong?' i asked calmly

he tensed up, turning his face to look searchingly into my eyes.

'nothing' he said plainly, loosening up a bit to walk over and grab his coffee and food from Ryan, who was being smothered in a bone crushing hug from Tam.

i watched him walk away, slightly stunned.

something wasn't right.

not at all.

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i watched him throughout the day.

he seemed off for most of it, apart from when he was practicing his part of the duet we wrote for the record, talking to Hayley or Travis or pete, or playing guitar.

when he walked to the mini kitchen, i cornered him and closed the door behind us.

'alex, love, what's wrong? ' i asked quickly before he could protest about his sudden confinement.

'nothing' he said firmly, looking in the fridge

'you're barely speaking to me, you look like you haven't slept in a while, you're completely off colour! you're not the alex i know. and hardly 'nothing' is wrong' i said using inverted commas

he kicked the fridge door shut, crossing his arms and leaning against it. he sighed deeply.

'i'm just...' he began, pondering

i looked at him expectantly

'i'm just having a bad day.' he stated tiredly

i can't say i believed him, but i let it go

i walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his neck, making him tense up even more.

he reluctantly wrapped his arms around my waist.

'okay' i said in acceptance, before letting go.

he nodded silently, looking at me once more with a look i couldn't decipher before walking straight out the door.

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'Shes got a target painted on her back

and keeps a list of the qualities a good girl lacks

she bites her lip and tips her bottle

I take a drink cause the truth is hard to swallow

 

sex and white lies

hand cuffs and alibis

she lays her halo on the pillow when she sleeps

her heart beats red wine

my toxic valentine

lays her halo on the pillow that used to be mine

 

I live a life style full of first impressions

I've got my hands full of unhealthy obsessions

she bites my lip I'm sure to follow

we take a drink till were guilty and then hollow'

-Toxic Valentine by all time loww

 

sooo

yeahhh

schools' fun.

boring, but yeah.

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p.s. anyone notice how alison is always, always the whore....? hahahahhaha

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omg

i really want to see 'jennifer's body'

the soundtrack looks phenomenal.

it's great that they're using not so famous bands, cos it really gets their name out there if people like what they hear and go and look them up!

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Okay, ladies.

Mixed pov chapter.

Because this chapter is somewhat crucial and it is important to get everyone’s standing on it.

By mixed pov, it’s EVERYONE.

So no bitching and moaning about how so and so has already had a chapter, so and so has more features, so and so this that whatever. It’ll even out in the end.

Like, I’m sorry if it’s unfair and shit, but really, this chapter is IMPORTANT.

Kinda.

Sorry, I’m a little grumpy with people complaining…

Complain and I’ll cut your noses off.

It WILL hurt.

Yeah. Enjoyyyy

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Franky’s Point of View

Late afternoon. Sunset. Early Evening. Whatever you want to call it. It was the beginning of the point where the city becomes alive, and we weren’t doing anything at all.

We, being Hayley, Xani, Alison, myself, and our latest additions Mackie (who’s here to sort out bridal and wedding stuff with us while Gabe is recording with Cobra Starship at the same recording studio as us, coincidentally) and Lyla (here for well, us. Because we’re fabulous. No, she’s here for bridesmaid stuff and to help design our merch.) were slumped out on the couches in our apartment. We had just finished laying out every single comfort food/’PMS disaster’ food known to man, or woman in this case, on the still remarkably clean and shiny coffee table.

Xani said she needed to ‘talk’ with us.

That sounds normal right?

Well, we all know her well enough to know that something, whatever it was, was up.

So we take the typical well prepared, knowledgeable, friendly, caring, feminine approach and get blankets, chick flicks, and comfort food to prepare ourselves for what was coming. We were waiting in uneasy silence, watching Xani twiddle her thumbs and fidget.

Our eyes weren’t completely focused on her. We all got bored and looked away at some point. Then it was out.

‘I slept with Pete. Last night when you guys were out, and the day we got here.’ She said plainly, picking at the seams of the cushion she was clutching to her. All heads turned. Total and utter silence enveloped the room once again.

‘I know…it’s wrong. Don’t chastise, judge, or comment with anything you’ll regret later.’ She mumbled. The latter of us all looked at each other with shock and curiosity gracing our faces.

‘So this was what I was missing out on…’ Mackie said to try and lighten the atmosphere.

Xani gave a humorless laugh. Silence shrouded again.

‘Did you feel anything?’ I piped up. Xani looked at me strangely

‘literally, morally or emotionally? Cos literally I don’t want to explain it, and morally, I don’t want to get into that either.’

‘Emotionally, you idi- I mean, dear.’

She hesitated. ‘Emotionally, I think that’s the problem. I like him...Alot. Like, a lot a lot.’

‘More than Ryland?’ Lyla asked

‘I... I don’t know. It’s too early to figure out.’ She mumbled. An easier silence enveloped us again.

Slightly easier, it wasn’t calm yet.

‘That’s it really...’ Xani said. We all nodded.

‘So. What else happened?’ Lyla asked purely out of curiosity

‘Nothing.’ Hayley said

‘Basically.’ Alison said

‘Nothing at all, really.’ I muttered

‘Oh well, Hayley got pretty cozy with Jack the morning after we arrived.’ Xani smirked

‘hey I was asleep I didn’t realise!! I don’t actually like him that way…’

‘Sure you didn’t…but then who do you like?’

‘Not Caleb.’

‘How’s that going anyway?’ Alison asked

‘Miserably.’

‘Oh okay.’ Xani and Hayley’s argument resumed.

‘well, you still looked pretty…comfortable Hayleycakes.’

‘Oh go screw Wentz.’

Xani’s comeback was interrupted by a phone ringing. By instinct, we all got out our phones.

Turns out it was mine. Billvy.

 

I stealthily exited the room. I pressed the pick up button.

‘Hey darling’ he cooed as soon as I put the phone to my ear

‘Hey’ I replied, a smile immediately gracing my face. Couple-y perfection. I couldn’t ask for anything more.

‘Just calling to see if you and the rest of the girls, all of them I mean, want to go to a party tomorrow night?’

‘Who’s party…?’

‘John O’Callaghan, from the Maine. Celebrating being legal. I reckon you’ve met him, Warped and all that.’

‘Oh yeah, well, I’m sure we can make it, it’s not like we really have plans.’

I heard the doorbell ring and then the buzzer noise from the living room but I ignored it.

‘Well, that’s good. All the other guys are going too, at least I get to see you again, and it’s been too long.’ I could practically hear his smile.

I giggled, blushing ‘you saw me this morning.’

‘Exactly. It’s been too long, sweetheart.’ He joked I heard the door opening and then a bunch of gasps and Hayley squealing ‘hey Hollywood!’ in typical hyper fashion.

‘Hey Bill I think someone’s here… I better go. I’ll probably call you later.’ I said quickly

‘Okay, if you don’t call back I’ll call you or I’ll just see you tomorrow. Love you.’ He said

‘Love you too’ I replied before hanging up. I stuffed my phone in my pocket and made my way back to the living room where to my surprise, Tamasyn was hugging and talking excitedly with all of the girls. I did my share of squealing and ran up to give her a bone crushing hug.

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Mackie’s Point of View

After what seemed like half an hour of hugging, squealing, etc., we finally settled down on the couches in our ‘comfortable clothes’ as I liked to call them.

‘what exactly are we doing here?’ Tam asked

‘impromptu slumber party.’

‘okay, so, what have I missed?’ Tammy said flopping down on the couch between me and Hayley.

‘not much’ Hayley tried to disclose

‘Xani slept with Pete. Twice.’ Franky said simply.

Tam’s eyes widened ‘oh gee that’s nothing at all…what else?’ she said with a slight sarcastic tone.

‘not really, that’s all that happened.’

‘Hayley got cozy with Jack.’ Alison said rolling her eyes while Xani giggled.

‘oh shut up.’

‘what do you mean by cozy?’ Tam asked

‘so maybe I hugged him in my sleep, it’s not that bad!’

‘why were you even in the same bed as him and not Caleb?’

‘Because Caleb is a lying prick.’

‘because Alison was busy having sex in the room next to the one she was staying in originally, so she went into his room’ I filled in. ‘okay. I’ll believe you, Mackie.’ Tam said with a grin.

An hour later, we were all just catching up. The doorbell rang with the pizza, so I went to get it after getting everyone’s money to pay for it. When I came back with plates and stuff, apparently it was my turn to dish about what I’d been up to.

‘okay Ms. Soon-To-be-Mrs.-Saporta, what have you been up to in the City of Angels as well as Chicago?’ Alison asked while taking a bite out of her slice of pizza.

I pondered as I chewed.

‘Nothing really happened in comparison to you four drama queens.’ I teased with a smile. The room was filled with laughter for a bit ‘surely you did something though?’ Lyla said

I shrugged nonchalantly ‘wedding planning, mostly.’

Everyone’s eyes lit up significantly. ‘speaking of which, how is that going?’

‘it’s going fine, I’m nowhere near done yet, and the wedding is in December, during the week that Christmas is in. I haven’t actually decided what day, but it’s definitely going to be during that Christmas week.’ I said uncertainly

‘awww, that’s so cool. It’s gonna be all snowy and pretty and romantic….’ Hayley said, smiling dreamily.

‘well, why not make it on Christmas?’ Xani said thoughtfully

‘Or Christmas Eve.’ Franky piped up

‘why Christmas Eve as opposed to Christmas Day?’ Lyla asked

‘so that everyone gets drunk and wakes up on Christmas day, well, noon, and has regretful one night stands or fabulously romantic sex.’ Franky said with a grin.

I rolled my eyes in the silence.

‘seeing as that was said…’ Hayley began, giving Franky a strange look

‘best to make it Christmas Day.’ Lyla finished. I nodded in agreement.

‘I think we should go bridesmaid dress shopping tomorrow.’ I said quickly, anticipating the responses and/or excuses

They all surprisingly nodded in agreement, small talk about the choices erupted.

‘is there a theme?’ Alison asked

‘um, maybe it can be kind of a wintery Christmassy theme, because it’s on Christmas?’ Lyla said with an obvious tone to her voice ‘hmmm s’pose. It’s a good idea…’

‘yeah…’ ‘but we can just decide tomorrow.’

‘OH MY GOD’ Hayley squealed

‘yes?’ I asked expectantly

‘CAN I HELP WITH THE CATERING CHOICES?!’ she asked excitedly taking my arm

I looked at Tam questioningly, about her sudden excitement ‘she loves this wedding shit. I don’t know why.’ She said, rolling her eyes.

‘um sure...you can help with anything that the wedding planner isn’t doing…’ I said slowly She wrapped me in a bone crushing hug ‘there’s a wedding planner? If so, why aren’t they actually doing anything yet?’ Franky asked

‘oh, cos we don’t have one yet. Gabe’s finding one apparently. I’ll leave it to him.’ I said Xani laughed

‘the groom has to do something right?’

‘well pretty much’

‘can we watch a movie now?’ Tam asked

‘okay’

‘what movie…’

‘you pick’

‘okay’ Tam said, getting up

She picked up ‘The Breakfast Club’ and put it in the dvd player before getting back and snuggling back into her blanket

A little while later we were halfway through the movie, during the much quieter scene. Hayley spoke up.

‘I think I should break up with Caleb.’ She said, after a long while of silence on her part.

We looked at her.

‘maybe you should give him a little more time.’

‘maybe he’ll come around....’

‘we haven’t spoken in weeks now…Jack and I have been talking…’

‘and?’

‘we’ve decided its better if we’re just good friends.’ She finished.

‘okay.’

‘which I’m perfectly fine with, but the problem here is Caleb.’

‘okay…well…give him one more chance. If he screws up again, you’ll know what to do.’ I said simply.

‘is that too…tough?’ she asked me

‘that’s why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they’d call them something else.’ I said plainly.

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Tammy’s Point of View

The first thing I felt was a whack.

“What the…”

“Hi.” Mackie sat up

“Why did you just hit me?”

“I’m so sorry, I just wanted to talk.” She smiled.

“And you couldn’t have done that when I had woken up?”

“Yes.” I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head, which caused Hayley’s head to fall, I didn’t realise she was sharing it with me. “Tam.” She groaned.

“Shut up.”

“You’re all moody bitches.” Mackie yawned.

“Just shut up and go to sleep.” She ignored my request and sat talking to us, we never answered anything she said or asked but she sat there talking about how excited she was about her wedding. She was talking about dresses and cake and flowers, soon though it was boring enough for me to drift into another sleep. And yet again I was woken up by my idiotic friend hitting me with a pillow numerous times.

“Go annoy Gabe.”

“No, its fun annoying you, now get your ass up and come on.” She pulled at my arms.

“Where am I going?”

“Well my bridesmaids need dresses.”

“Okay. I’m up!” I jumped up and smiled.

“I knew all I had to say was dresses and you’d be up.” She smirked walking down the hallway.

I had to quickly get ready because my eager friend isn't very patient. It was either get ready in ten minutes, or you’re out of the wedding party. And as maid of honour I wanted to be in the wedding!

‘oh yeah and guys?’ Mackie yelled down the echo-y hallway

‘yes?’ we mumbled in response, half asleep ‘can you all go and get a pair of heels from your bags, wardrobes whatever?’

‘yes.’ We replied lazily, slowly getting up

‘but make sure you all have different coloured shoes, no one can have the same coloured shoes!!!’ she yelled quickly before shutting the bathroom door.

‘I think the wedding crap is getting to her. Thanks Hayley, you probably rubbed off on her.’

‘oh well, had to happen sometime.’ Hayley said with a smile as she stretched and got up to go to her room. Later, all dressed and with the apparently ‘important’ shoes, we hailed two cabs and squeezed in.

We stopped outside one of the biggest bridal/wedding themed stores in New York, most probably. I was worrying myself sometimes her taste isn't that good after a late night up, gossiping and watching movies. But this time it was amazing, me, and the girls were bridesmaids.

We stepped inside the massive store that was dedicated to mostly clothing needs for weddings I assumed.

‘okay.’ Mackie said as she turned to us, all business.

‘basically, I’ve decided all of my bridesmaids will wear white. Dresses, knee length, and neckline however you like. I don’t mind, but it’d help if you show me first. Also, you’re all going to wear different coloured shoes from each other, but you know that already, hence why I woke you all up so early to go pick shoes out of your suitcases and wardrobes. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was necessary. The different colour thing, it sounds obsessive compulsive, but it’ll look better in the end, I promise. I’ll be over in the brides section, its pretty clear where it is. And this is not just a bridal store, it is an evening store, so you have heaps of options and...yeah. You’ll love me for it in the end. Now go psycho.’

We were about to go crazy in the store and depart from her, but she said quickly

 

‘oh and we’re not the only people in the store.’ We turned to her. I thought she mentioned in the cab that she somehow managed to ring a bunch of people with her ‘connections’ and close off the store to everyone except her bridal party, a.k.a. us?

She gave us a quick smile ‘the guys are here too. In the men’s section, obviously. So you may want to help them out because they went out last night and are horribly hungover, most of them anyway. You know what they’re like after a night out, their taste and perceptions may be…questionable.’

We all nodded and laughed a bit.

‘oh and Franky?’ she added quickly

‘yeah?’ Franky replied, her eyes darting to the little refreshments stand thing behind Mackie, basically alcohol and delicate little servings of food set out on a clean white tablecloth behind Mackie, kind of in the center of the room.

‘the champagne and other stuff IS for us, but don’t get drunk yet please.’ She added with a roll of her eyes before heading off to the bridal section.

Everyone haphazardly scattered. I stood in my spot for a bit.

I couldn’t believe that I was the Maid of Honour.

Me, the girl who does not believe in marriage. I guess I’ll enjoy it though.

Who doesn’t love dressing up? I wandered up to the couture section, flicking through the rail. I stopped in shock.

Ten minutes in and I had already found my dress. I hastily grabbed it off the rack but then ran off to the dressing room to get changed into it.

I think this wedding excitement is getting to me. After I changed, I pulled on the heels I brought with me.

The stilettos clicked against the marbled floor as I walked out to what seemed to be the communal mirror room-type thing for this place. There was some sort of round couch in the middle, and there were mirrors on three of the walls.

I stood in front of the longest wall, smoothing out the dress and fixing up my hair.

‘wow’ I heard someone whisper behind me I turned around, surprised.

‘you look beautiful’ Ryan said quietly, smiling in his typical shy way

He walked closer to me, brushing some hair out of my face before taking my hands in his and leaning our foreheads against each other.

Hayley walked past in a white flowy strapless dress.

‘hate to kill the moment’, Hayley said ‘but they said no sex in the store. Sorry.’ I flipped her off as she walked away giggling.

We broke apart slightly. I fondly adjusted little bits on his suit, smoothing it out a bit.

‘I think you should get this one.’

‘hmm, I’ve got time.’ He said kissing my nose Suddenly, we were interrupted again.

‘SMACK THAT ALL ON THE FLOOR SMACK THAT TILL YOU GET SORE’ Was booming through the store, by only the typical suspects I sighed.

‘I’ll come back, Ryan.’ I said, kissing him quickly before making my way to the other communal mirror room place. The sight before me was to be expected.

Franky and Alison, dancing around in fancy sleepwear, if there’s enough lace and satin included for it to count as clothing, in their heels and singing Akon, loudly and badly.

‘how did you find- well,’ I gestured to their ‘outfits’

‘oh, we took the time to look’ Franky said prancing over to me, then dancing around me in a circle

I rolled my eyes at their antics.

Hayley and Lyla were recovering from their laughing fits, Mackie still trying to stop laughing herself.

Alison and Franky took their dancing to another section of the store, our part immediately quiet again as everyone went back to whatever they were doing, Mackie returning back to her bridal wear place, Hayley to a dressing room.

Lyla stood in front of the mirror in a halter dress. I examined her reflection.

‘I think…’

‘yes…’

‘that you should go for this strapless one instead.’ I said, pondering my decision and walking over to the rack and grabbing this other white dress I saw. I handed this to her and she clapped her hands in delight

‘okay, I will.’ She said

She happily went and put it on and came back

‘yeah that’s the one’ I said with a smile

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Lyla's Point of View

Tam made her way back to wherever she was, her stilettos clicking away against the floor.

I dialed Jonathan with a smile on my face; I hadn't spoken to him since two days ago. Time to catch up.

The dial tone rang three times before someone picked up

'hello?' a girl answered giggling

'uh, hi, who is this...?' i asked quickly, smile disappearing

'oh uh, i'm An- Jonny stop it!' she said with a shrill laugh that was like nails on a chalkboard to my ears.

'sorry i missed that?' i asked as politely as possible

'I'm Anna.'

Silence on my part.

'Jonny's Girlfriend.' the two words made me drop the phone on the marble floor, the sound echoing off the marbled and mirrored walls with a *crack* noise erupting in the silence.

'hello? Hello are you there?' her annoying voice still said from the phone which was now on the floor. i used the thin heel of my stiletto to press the little hang up button.

Tam came running over still in the same dress. i think she's in love with it.

she ran as fast as possible over to me in her heels.

must've been pretty loud...

'what happened?' she asked, taking in my expression. she pulled me over to the couch and sat next to me, figuring something was wrong.

Perceptive.

She took my arm, trying to mentally figure out what was wrong.

i didn't quite realise my hands were shaking.

'i...called Jon.' she looked at me, not quite getting the significance, but let me continue.

'he didn't answer his phone.' still silent.

'his girlfriend did.' her eyes widened and darkened.

'bastard.' she mumbled, wrapping a tentative arm around me. i buried my face in my hands, putting my elbows on my knees, shaking my head. i couldn't believe him. he said he'd stick with me forever, even with tour and his demanding schedule. but then he went and plucked up another girlfriend, behind my back.

Cheater.

Liar.

Jerk.

Asshole.

Moron.

...I'm running out of names.

I didn't realise that tears were pouring out of my eyes, smearing my eyeliner. i sniffled while pulling my face from its place burined in my hands, trying in vain to wipe away the tinted tears.

'what's wrong?' i heard a familiar voice whisper to Tam as i resumed my position.

'she called jonathan and some chick claiming to be his girlfriend picked up instead.' she said through gritted teeth.

whoever it was sighed.

'he was the last guy i'd expect to do that.'

'i know' tam said quietly.

'we can't always get what we want, huh?'

'yeah.' Tam was shifting a bit uncomfortably.

'i'll take over from here.' the voice said quietly.

'you sure?'

'yeah. you get and get all dressed up.' she laughed and stood up. the leather seat next to me sank again and i was pulled onto someone's lap. i wiped away the tears again and looked up at my 'seat'.

it was brendon.

he'd gotten out of his formal attire that i saw him in previously when i was walking past and into a t shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.

he wrapped a tentative arm around my waist and pulled me to him.

i buried my face into his shoulder.

'i'm sorry if i mess up your shirt' i mumbled into the fabric.

his chest, also a bit of my pillow at that moment, vibrated with his chuckling.

'it's fine, i've got plenty.' i smiled into the fabric, adjusting my head a bit.

i'd always liked Brendon.

And no, i'm not saying that just because i'm emotional, hurt, depressed, fragile, and currently love-less.

but i always had liked him.

i sighed.

back to earth, Lyla.

i slid off his lap, smoothing out the dress.

'you look really beautiful. he's insane to cheat.' he said with a winning smile.

Ah, I knew I always liked him. : P

I chuckled ‘I probably have eyeliner halfway down my face, and you tell me I look beautiful?’ I chuckled, wiping my cheeks.

May as well play along.

‘yeah.’ He said quietly, biting his lip and locking his brown eyes with mine ‘you do.’

Silence shrouded us for a bit in our little moment, before I, in typical shy, nervous, awkward fashion, thanked him for staying with me before rushing off to the ladies room to clean up.

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Xani's Point of View

Around two hours later, we returned back to the apartment or the ‘coven’ as Hayley and Franky liked to call it. Little Twilight obsessed freaks.

We were all just lounging around as Hayley and Lyla made lunch, them being some of the only ones that could be trusted with a stove. Luckily for us, they were making lasagna, so we wouldn’t starve.

Franky drifted in and out of the kitchen on occasion, to help out, but eventually got bored.

She insisted on putting Pokémon into the DVD player while we waited, so the latter of us reluctantly curled up or flopped down on the couches to watch while the others cooked in the kitchen.

Halfway through Pokémon, the others came in with food. While we were all finishing eating and watching the movie, Franky’s face was suddenly shrouded in an expression we knew all too well.

The i-was-meant-to-tell-you-this-before-but-i-forgot-and-it’s-urgent look

‘what now?’ I asked her, questioning the stunned look on her face.

‘there’s a party, John O’Callaghan’s birthday party. He’s turning 21.’

‘um yeah, and?’ Mackie asked ‘it’s in’

she looked at the clock on the wall which displayed the time of 3:30‘four hours.’

As if by lightning, Hayley got up, grabbing some other peoples’ plates, put them in the kitchen, and then ran off to her bedroom whereshe shut the door. We could hear things being chucked around, probably her sorting through her closet. The rest of us followed suit.

Parties. We all knew what that meant.

Universal Girl Code for basically going all out in terms of makeup, hair, shoes, jewellery, you name it.

These times are to be cherished. You can’t really get away with overdoing it any time else.

We really didn’t have that much time.

Four hours isn’t as long as people think it is.

Or maybe it’s just cos we’re girls. I wouldn’t know.

Is there a difference?

My door was left halfway open, enough for me to hear and in some cases see the uh, shenanigans happening in the hallway.

While I was picking a pair of shoes, I heard running in the hallway.

Two pairs of feet running. I peered my head out of my door, all to see a streak of blue, also known as Hayley, and a streak of red, also known as Mackie, racing towards the free bathroom. I did a bit of a double take, and when I looked again, the bathroom door was being slammed shut and the lock clicked, with Hayley looking like there was a storm cloud floating over her head standing outside.

‘I shotgunned you know’ she said loudly to Mackie on the other side of the door

‘early bird catches the worm’ Mackie said in a sing song voice.

‘I so shotgunned though!’ Hayley complained Franky poked her head out of the door to see what the commotion was I rolled my eyes

‘it doesn’t count if you shotgun in your head, Hayleycakes.’ She turned to me with a somewhat playful glare as what sounded like the shower was turned on in the bathroom and Hayley returned back to her room muttering about something I couldn’t quite decipher.

Two hours later, everyone was happily washed up, dressed, etc., but no one was made up except Franky.

As usual, though. It’s not like she ever took off her seemingly indestructible eyeliner.

We had returned to the spots where we were just two hours prior, lounging around, most of us deliberating makeup choices.

Typical, hm? Then a thought occurred to me. With my crappy luck, Ryland would be there tonight. But Pete would be too.

Far, far too sexually awkward.

‘Hey Mackie?’

‘Yeah Xani?’ she said while carefully drawing a line of charcoal coloured eyeliner across her top eyelid.

‘uh, Ryland isn’t in town…is he?’ I asked tentatively

‘no, he’s in Chicago…stuff for the record I guess.’ Mackie said with a shrug

‘oh okay.’ ‘why do you ask?’ Before I could reply, Alison butted in and said

‘she’s scared she’ll run into him with Pete in the room, and that it’ll be totally sexually awkward, or he’ll walk in on her making out in Pete.’

I glared at her. ‘stop reading my mind, its annoying.’

‘hey, just answering the question.’ Alison shrugged with a grin.

After a little bit, I decided to trudge my way off to my bedroom to do up my makeup.

When I came back, the number seemingly doubled.

During my absence, somehow, Pete, Ryan, Gabe, William, Brendon and Alex appeared without making too much noise.

Surprising, as they’re usually as noisy as elephants. As I entered the room, freshly made up, a round of ‘hey’s echoed around in some sort of nonchalant greeting.

Pete kept his gaze with me to the point where it got a little uncomfortable, so I just silently sat down next to him, pretending to fix my shoes so I could avoid eye contact.

Everyone seemed to be making pretty avid conversation, Billvy and Franky being their typical love struck selves, Ryan and Tam talking and laughing, Lyla and Brendon trying to subtly flirt with each other even though it was completely obvious, Gabe just gazing at Mackie as she applied her makeup, with that dumb look boys get on their face when they’re looking at a girl they think is absolutely, amazingly, goddess-standard beautiful. Ah, to be completely and totally in love with your fiancée. Hayley was applying her eyeliner while laughing with Alison and Alex about something.

Pete and I were the only ones who seemed to have some sort of invisible awkwardness barrier around us, preventing all of the happy, un-awkward energy from coming into our imaginary personal bubble. I felt his stare on me as I looked away.

The whole Time Flies When You’re Having Fun crap is true, even if it’s not working to your advantage.

What seemed like years later, even though it was just an hour and a half really, Alison looked at her phone and said something about hailing a few cabs now to avoid the typical New York Rush Hour.

It’s Party Time.

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Alison’s Point of View

We got to Kennedy Brock’s apartment, where the party was being held, ten minutes early, and the party was already buzzing.

People drunk.

People dancing.

People laughing.

People talking.

People making out.

Nonetheless, it was quite the epic party. As soon as we got in, everyone peeled away to do their thing.

I wanted to find the birthday boy, I don’t recall ever meeting him before, I’d seen him around on Warped but I don’t think we ever had a proper conversation.

After a while of searching, I made my way over to the drinks, where a furious looking Hayley was standing. I could practically see the black storm clouds floating over her head.

‘why so glum old chum?’ I asked putting on a terrible fake British accent while concocting a vodka soda on the table behind us. She didn’t reply. She just stared ahead of her, her eyes a scary almost black colour and sipped her drink, which I just assume was tequila. I just finished putting together my drink, shrugging off her lack of response.

I got a little closer to her and questioned again.

‘what’s wrong?’

This time she answered ‘stupid fucking Caleb fucking around behind my fucking back.’

I did a double take ‘uh sorry what?’

‘he’s screwing around behind my back. Caleb.’ She said plainly.

I empathized ‘you don’t know for sure. Remember that chance thing we talked about?’

She gave a humorless laugh ‘I do know. He unknowingly, single handedly fucked it over. His last chance, blown.’

‘how do you know?’ I asked with a quirked eyebrow

‘turn around, stand the way I’m standing.’ She said. I did as she said, confused.

‘look straight ahead, 12:00.’ She said, glaring at whatever was in front, crushing her empty red cup in her hands before turning around, stealing the bottle of tequila, and storming off somewhere, her heels clicking against the wooden floor.

Straight ahead of me was a sight that perfectly explained Hayley’s utmost fury.

Caleb was busy making out with some girl in the cluster of people dancing on the floor. Coincidentally enough the girl shared most of Hayley’s features, short, long dark hair, tanned. But even if he was drunk and ‘thought’ this girl was Hayley, his intoxication wouldn’t count as a valid excuse after all the stuff he’d pulled in the past few weeks. I lost sight of Hayley as she stormed out of the door to one of the small balconies.

I decided to continue my search for John O’Callaghan, slash Birthday Boy. I made my way over to the couch in the center of the room to see if I had a better view from there. As I walked across the dance floor, quite close to the little lounge area, a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist.

‘hey’ someone breathed into my ear in what seemed to be a bit of a seductive tone that made my heartbeat accelerate.

I turned in his arms to look at whoever this guy was, and when I saw, I put on my best ‘lure-‘em-in’ smile.

Give me a break, I’m a tiny bit tipsy. I’ve never really been able to hold my liquor.

‘hey there birthday boy.’ I said, slurring my words just slightly, a giddy tone to my voice

‘hey there, I don’t think we’ve ever been…introduced. Formally.’ He said with a dashing smile that made my stomach flip.

‘well. I’m Alison. I’m in-‘

‘Make or Break. I know. I always watched your sets on warped tour…or should I say I watched you?’

Okay, I’m either tipsier than I first thought and a total lightweight or this guy has a serious way with words and charming semi-drunk girls.

I giggled and fell against him a bit. I'm only a tiny bit buzzed but i tend to flirt shamelessly nonetheless. I can’t be the only one who does that, right…?

He pulled me against him to steady me.

In my slightly drunk state, I leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

‘it’s a little crowded in here…want to go outside?’ he whispered in my ear, for only me to hear. I nodded; sober enough to walk in a straight line. I may have been partly faking my intoxication, but its okay if he believes it.

He pulled on my hand and dragged me out onto the empty balcony at the back where he unlocked the French doors. I’m convinced no one saw us.

But how wrong I was.

Someone was watching, and very intently at that.

I could feel the stare on me, as if this person was watching me scar mine and Alex’s relationship. I didn’t know who, but I felt someone’s eyes on my back.

He came a little closer to me, making me completely lean against the cold red brick wall, the street lamp reflecting off something and making his eyes appear lighter. He opened the door for me and then locked it behind us, so it was just him and me on the small balcony. The balcony overlooked the back street, which was the quieter side, laced with silence. I smiled to myself, a blush creeping up my neck. We stood there in the surprisingly not awkward silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

'you know' he breathed, his breath visible in the chilly night and coming closer again, putting one of his hands above me on the wall and leaning forward, so there was very little space between us

'I always found Australian accents very,' he paused to brush his lips against my temple

'very' he pressed his lips a bit below where he just brushed his lips 'attractive.'

at this point the rest of the night's events were already flashing before my eyes.

we'd drink like teenagers at a high school party, catch a cab to his place still drunk, sleep together, and regret it the morning after. but we were intoxicated, so it didn't matter anyway.

He gently trailed kisses down to my pulse point, but then I grabbed his face, leveling it with mine.

He took the upper hand, cupping my cheek with his hand and leaned in, closing the space between us.

this was wrong.

but felt so, so right.

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Hayley’s Point of View

I placed the half empty bottle of tequila on the hard, cold cement beside me as I sank down, leaning against the brick wall until I hit the ground.

The door was securely shut, and I could still hear the blaring of the party through the glass and the brick walls.

Squeals of laughter, Cobra Starship’s ‘Good Girls Go Bad’ playing through the speakers, I can only imagine the neighbours that were going to start complaining soon because of the noise.

I pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapped my arms around then and then hid my face in my knees in front of me.

How could I have been so damn stupid?

I should have figured out earlier.

He was practically blatantly expressing every sign of cheating in the book, and yet I had too much faith in him to even twig it.

I felt the tears brimming my eyes but they didn’t fall.

I’m so freaking stupid.

I loved him. Loved him.

The most utterly retarded thing was that I was jealous, and missed him.

Someone wise once told me that a man that made you cry wasn’t worth your tears.

Does it still apply?

I’m dying to know.

I kept my knees close to me but adjusted myself so I had my head propped on my hand.

I looked at the scene below.

People walking down the street, laughing. An old lady walking with an old man, maybe her husband. A very young couple, making out under the streetlamp.

Yeah, it’s all so freaking hot two weeks in.

I’m clearly very bitter.

People like me shouldn’t fall in love.

People like me. The cynics, the skeptics. Maybe it’s just not meant to happen.

A single tear trickled down, followed by another, then another, probably horribly smudging my carefully applied eyeliner.

But who cares about that.

I hastily wiped them away, but they kept replenishing. I gave up.

Suddenly the door opened.

What the hell?

I swear I locked it. I looked away; I didn’t want anyone to see me in a state like this over a boy.

Pride. It’s a burden.

‘oh sorry I didn’t realise anyone was he- Hayley is that you?’

I nodded.

‘hey’ the voice said in a softer tone, flipping the lock on the outside of the door and kneeling down next to me ‘are you okay?’

‘yup’ I choked, sounding a lot more upset than I intended.

‘you don’t sound it.’ Alex said, sitting close next to me. No comment. I just continued to sit there with tears streaming down my face and not bothering to wipe them away. He looked around as I silently wept, placing his hand, the one furthest from me, on my knee, his thumb tracing circles. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulders and pulled me a little closer to him.

He squirmed a bit, and then pulled out the object that was jutting into our sides and disallowing us to get closer.

Ah, my tequila!

‘whoa, how much of this did you have?’ he said lifting the somewhat large bottle up to the light to see how much was left.

‘it was over three quarters full when I brought it out here.’ I mumbled

‘okay, you’re pretty small, so I think it’s already too much for you…’ he said simply, subtly putting it next him on the other side, further from me before his arms resumed their previous position.

‘I’m not slurring my words yet.’ I argued back

‘still.’ He coaxed gently We sat in silence for a little longer.

‘why aren’t you getting wasted and dancing and making out with Alison? You don’t have to stay if I’m wasting your time or anything…’ I managed to sniffle out after I was a little more composed.

I leaned my head on his shoulder. In a friendly way, thanks.

He tensed up significantly, like he turned to stone or something.

‘well?’ I asked

‘why were, well, are you crying?’ he asked ‘I asked first.’

‘I saw you upset first.’

‘that doesn’t make any valid difference at all.’

‘why are you crying? Say or I won’t say.’ ‘

why don’t we just say it at the same time? Fair?’

‘fine.’

3

2

1

‘Caleb was cheating with another girl in front of me’

‘Alison was flirting with and kissing JohnOh in front of me.’

we looked at each other with shocked looks, partially because our situations were so similar but also because of what the other said. ‘you’re kidding’ he said

I gave him a look ‘if I was kidding, I wouldn’t be in tears.’

‘You and Caleb weren’t particularly close though, remember at the airport?’

I waved my hand ‘please don’t go back to that. That was tragic.’

‘sorry. But it is true; you weren’t really that close after warped…’

‘yeah, we were fighting. A lot. He kept trying to make it my fault, even though I was really just making the typical call every so often. Catching up and all that.’

‘and he didn’t like that?’

‘no. we fought frequently. But he said he’d make an effort to try and fix it up, and I said I would too. But he couldn’t even meet me at the airport.’ I mumbled, tears threatening to fall.

He pulled me closer, silently comforting me.

‘what you said is a surprise too.’

He laughed bitterly ‘you’re telling me’

‘are you sure you’re just not getting very, very jealous, like any other guy would? You can admit it, I won’t look down on you for it, partially because I literally can’t, but it’s kinda natural.’

‘nope. She kissed him. In front of me.’

‘she was probably drunk; you know what a lightweight she is.’

‘yeah, but that doesn’t mean its okay.’

‘of course not. But if you take revenge, I’ll have to kill you if you hurt her back. Two wrongs don’t make a right, remember?’

‘s’pose. What do I do though?’

‘nothing. Let it slide. It’s a one off, give her a chance. I gave Caleb a chance, he totally fucked it up, but that’s one time.’

‘damn. I was about to suggest that I’ll be your rebound if you’ll be mine.’

I wiggled my finger at him ‘nu uh. No rebounds till the breakups. That’s the rule, honey.’

‘well… that’s fair. Have you actually broken up with Caleb yet?’

‘no. thank you for reminding me.’ I said, taking out my phone and quickly typing and sending a message.

‘that’s a little harsh, not doing it to his face?’

‘he made out with some whore in my face. I’ve had enough of the whole physical ‘getting your message across’ thing.’

‘good point.’

‘don’t break up with Alison. Give her a chance. She’ll redeem herself. She really does care for you, you know.’

His face was expression-less. Completely blank.

I busied myself with wiping away more black stained tears.

‘god, I can’t believe I messed up this bad. My first real relationship in what seemed like forever…and I completely fucked it up. Actually, I can’t believe I dressed up for him. It took me hours to get this done. Hours, Alex.’

He looked at me, his eyes a soft, chocolate brown. ‘you look pretty.’

I turned red and looked away.

‘you’re just saying that.’ I mumbled

‘I’m not, you really do look pretty.’

‘thank you, but, okay, moving on.’ I said quickly, trying not to make it awkward.

‘he doesn’t deserve you.’ He said quietly.

‘maybe he doesn’t, but it’s not my job to decide.’ I said, deftly managing to swerve the conversation to my advantage, as opposed to saying what he probably wanted to hear, the same thing he said but about Alison.

Men love sympathy. It’s a fact. They’ll never admit it though.

I examined his eyes briefly, him looking into mine thoughtfully. They were a soft brown, but they looked…hurt. Puppy like. I’m sure as hell hoping Alison is completely wasted right now and when she kissed John because he doesn’t deserve this.

Alex shrugged ‘love’s love. We don’t decide. It’s not our place.’

‘I guess… I guess you’re right.’

Comfortable silence covered us again as we looked at our environment.

He put his head on top of mine in a comforting fashion. Then he said the most triggering, relevant, important, honest, yet heartbreaking words I’d heard in a long time.

‘Love.’ He sighed ‘we’ll never learn, will we?’

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'Wide awake, my mistake

So predictable

You were fake, I was great

Nothing personal

 

I'm walking

Who's laughing now? (Who's laughing, who's laughing now?)

I'm wasted, wasting time

You talk for hours

But you're wasting lines

A pretty face but the chase

Ain't worth the prize

 

I'm gonna break your little heart

Watch you take the fall

Laughing all the way to the hospital

'Cause there's nothing surgery can do

When I break your little heart in two

I'm gonna break your little heart in two'

-'break your little heart' by All Time Low

 

totally in love with that song.

uhh

so that was a MEGA long chapter.

you all should love me.

i toiled over it.

toiled.

lol.

:)

you all know what to do now :D

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oh! and the party outfits!

sorry if they're totally inaccurate, but i hope you like them if they're accurate enough. they're all relatively similar. i tried to stick to one trend....:/

Tam:

 

Xani:

Alison:

Lyla:

Mackie:

Franky:

Hayley:

hope you like them! :D

(:E  <--------- it has a crown!!! :D

well

oh

yeah

tomorrow i'm going to the orthodontist!

i might get my braces off. i've had them for two years.

pray for me.

please.

i'm dying to get them off :(

i'll cry if he says no. i really will. lol.

 

so yeah.

 

you all know the drill.

have a good rest of the week!

 

comment limit is 14.

 

'cause i'm damned if i do ya, damned if i don't.

Franky's POV:

 

"Hey Billvy, you love me right?" i said walking into the living room. i saw Bill sitting on the couch and moving the laptop from his lap to the end of the couch.

"Yeah, course i do" he said. i sat down on his lap, straddling him.

"Well if you love me, come with me to Vegas"

"What? Are you crazy Franky? i can't just leave the band, and you can't leave your friends."

"It'll only be for a couple of nights and i thought you said you loved me?"

"I do love you, but don't you think it's a little random to just pack up and go to vegas? where's this coming from anyway?" he sounded a little exasperated.

"There's nothing coming from anywhere, i just want some alone time with you."

"Bullshit Franky, i've known you for way too long, what's up?"

"I wanna get married."

"But we're already engaged."

"I wanna get married now...in vegas!"

"Well i guess i do too, but-

"Stop making excuses, just marry me in vegas, or our life will tun into a re-enactment of 'vegas', and that is one song i do NOT want dedicated to me!"

"Hey Franky?"

"Yeah?"

"You're rambling" i don't know how he does it, but with just one kiss Billvy makes me lose every train of thought. And i love it.

 

*Vegas*

"Are you sure you want to do this babe?" Billvy's voice snapped me out of my trance.

"yeah, of course i am" i replied in a shaky voice. "let's go." i said, before i changed my mind, as i dragged Bill by the arm through the casino and into the chapel.

 

~5 minutes later~

"i do." those two words from Billvy's seemed to echo through my ears for minutes on end. i guess i must've been day dreaming though, because i felt billvy's elbow nudge my side, causing me to look at the Elvis priests' questioning expression.

"I can't do this" i said dropping my cheap bunch of garden picked flowers on the floor and sprinting out of there as fast as my legs could carry me, which mustn't have been very fast, because the next thing i know, i feel my arm being taken in a vise. I turned around to see a heartbroken look on Bill's face.

"What's up Franky? i thought you wanted this."

"I did, i mean i do, but..."

"but what?"

"...maybe i'm doing it for all the wrong reasons."

"Like what? seriously, this is driving me crazy...what's with all the cryptics?" 

"I think i might be pregnant" i whispered.

"So you brought me to vegas for a shotgun wedding. i can't believe this. i thought you just wanted to get married because you loved me." he said with what sounded like frustration.

"I do love you, i just thought that if i told you i was pregnant you would leave me"

"God Franky, you are sooo frustrating. i am so in love with you. i proposed to you god dammit. You know i want kids."

"Yeah, eventually, but Bill we're both just so young."

"Franky how do you think i can trust you, if you can't even ell me when you're carrying my child"

"That's the problem, i don't know if it is your child" i said in a barely audible whisper

"WHAT? are you kidding me Franky?"

"Bill just cal-"

"don't you dare tell me to calm down! i don't think i can do this anymore" i watched as the back of Bill's head retreated into the distance as a tear rolled down my cheek. i walked to the closest payphone, reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my loose change and put what i had into the slot. I listened to the ominous dial tone on the other end of the phone.

"hello?"

"thank god you answered. I think Bill just broke up with me"

"Franky, where are you?"

"vegas."

"why are you in vegas?"

"i tried to get Bill to marry me"

"But you're already engaged""

"It's a long story, can i come see you? where are you?" i replied in a rushed voice, remembering that i hadn't put many coins into the phone.

"I'm still in Maryland. When do you reckon you can get here?"

"i dunno, it depends when i can get a flight."

"Okay, i'll see you soon, but Franky?

"Yeah?"

"I mis-"

"Please insert more coins" Stupid fucking phones.

 

*Maryland*

i shivered violently as a breeze came in while i was reaching for the doorbell. As soon as he opened the door i was enveloped in one of the biggest rib-crushing hugs i've ever had. i don't know who reached for who first but the next thing i knew there were lips mashed on lips, teeth crushed on teeth, bodies on bodies and clothes flying in every direction.

{insert scene here} (I don't feel like writing a porno)

As much as i love the sex, the best part is definitely lying in his arms on the makeshift bed on the floor whilst he coos me to sleep and strokes my hair. It was like magic. But underneath my happiness, there was a giant seething pile of guilt. it hasn't even been 24 hours since 'the incident' (as i now refer to it) and i was already in bed with another guy.

"I've missed this Franky" that voice snapping me out of my daze.

"yeah, me too Gabe"

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OOH! SCANDAL! confused?

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Appropriate Lyrics:

I would've married you in Vegas
Had you given me the chance to say "I do"
Couldn't make it anymore obvious
Could you be anymore obvious?

Sooo, i just wanted to say sorry that it is mostly dialogue, but that was like the only way i could make it work :(

 

YOU OWE ME MY CHAPTER FRANKY!!!

I live life to the fullest, seriously. I have never had just one day where I lie in bed all day just relaxing. I never went to college, but instead went travelling. I took jobs like window cleaning and pet grooming because I want to try it, and because it earned me money. I enjoy trying different things each day. I go to any concert available just to enjoy it and notice the difference. I have done just about everything, I even climbed half way up mount Everest. I went to the top of the Eiffel tower and took zillions of pictures of the Leaning tower of Piza. I’ve even been to Australia and caught a train from Sydney to Perth, but that was where I was originally born, so I had to try it.

The only thing I haven’t done is fall in love. I have never stayed in one place long enough to actually have much of a relationship.

So where does that leave me? I have done almost everything humanely possible, for my age and I now have nothing left to do. I am eighteen and never fallen in love. I know I’m young, but going around with your parents, who are like, so in love it makes you want to know up, just makes you want love more. My relationship average to about a week. I didn’t even have a proper education because my parents were adventurers, I basically travelled with them everywhere. I was home schooled for most of my life and spent just a year in high school, my senior year. So I was stuck in Maryland for a year while they went around America. My parents were rich, they inherited heaps of money from my dad’s parents.

While I was in Maryland almost died of boredom. I always had to go to a fancy ass country club with my grandparents. I was forced to spend my weekends watching my grandmother talk about the weather with other old ladies and my grandfather play golf and drink whiskey. But other than that I was stuck in a way to fancy house, no mansion, with servants and cooks and all that because my grandparents demanded I graduated at an actual school.

As soon as I graduated from high school I stopped my daily routine. I went travelling. With no one. I always manage to make friends where ever I go. I spent a whole year away, going from continent to continent, savouring freedom and adventure. It was part of who I am. When I returned home the next summer I was all set to go around America. It’s something I was yet to do and fuck, I was excited. I went from New York to Chicago and all the way around. I stopped in Alaska and stayed with my parents, when our paths crossed. While I stayed they suggested I stayed with my cousins in Arizona. And that is exactly what I did.

I flew straight there, excited to see my cousins again.My cousins lived in a town called Tempe. I had first met them when I was about for. I had three cousins, Pat, Franky and Hayley. Pat was nineteen but was five when I last saw him. Franky is my age and when I last saw her we were literally in separable. Hayley was about two weeks old when I saw her, which was one of the reasons we came to visit.

I arrived at the airport late at night and was greeted by Franky. She was holding a sign with my name on it, on purple paper, with heaps or fairy stickers. Jeez, old obsessions. I walked over to her with a fake smile.

“Hey.” I say awkwardly. She laughs and chucks the sign on the ground.

“Hey ho.” She says and pulls me into a hug.

“Sup?”

”Fourteen years mon Cherie.” I laughed for a moment and we started walking to the baggage conveyer.

“You speak French now?”

“Oui oui. You’re a jealous bitch.”

“And swear a lot.” She hit my arm playfully.

“Don’t tell my mum.”

“Can do.”

“Okay, now. Lets get this luggage and get the fuck out of here. I’m sleepy and I need beauty sleep.”

“For?”

“Party. Tomorrow night. You gotta meet my friends. They will love you, Bubs.” I glared at her.

I hate it when people use that name.

We arrived at her house forty five minutes after retrieving luggage and pulling it to the car.

I headed straight to my room once we arrived there and collapsed on my bed. I hated flying. Yeah, I travelled but mostly by train or car or boat. My family are very Wild Thornberries.

The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and Pancakes. Yum, pancakes. Ew, bacon. I wasn’t vegetarian, I just only ate white meat, you know, chicken. I hated fish. I walked down stairs after brushing my hair quickly. I always resembled cotton candy, fluffy (but not soft) when I woke up. I checked the clock; 9.05. perfect timing. I walked down the stairs quietly, aware of other people sleeping in this house.

Down in the kitchen my aunt was busy making breakfast. She didn’t notice me come in till I pulled a chair back at the kitchen table. My youngest cousin walked into the kitchen in short pyjama shorts and a white t shirt. She stopped in front of me and smiled shyly.

“Morning Hayley.” My aunt said turning around.

“Oh and Alison. Sorry dear, you are very quiet. Hayley, you probably don’t remember your cousin Alison, you were so small when she came to visit.”

I gave her a small wave and she waved back.

“Did I hear the name Alison and visit in the same sentence?” a male voice said coming from the lounge room. Pat walked in through a random door way smiling.

“Wow. I didn’t even know.”

“Patty!” I squealed and lunged at him.

“It’s been so long.”

“Fourteen years.”

“Exactly, Cherie.”

“Why does everyone in this house speak French?”

“I don’t.” Hayley said after swallowing a mouthful of pan cake.

     ~*~

NEW SERIES

FOR BUBBLES

BECAUSE I WANT HER TO POST MORE

AND I PROMISE AS SOON AS I CAN IMMA GONNA POST A NEW CHAPTER OF MY SERIES (Its half written)

COMMENT AND BUZZ AND WHAT NOT

Bubbles, I DEMAND A NEW CHAPTER NOW

heyaaa
this is a new mini series.
note i said mini.
idk how long itll but, nyeh.
its with franky and william.

oh by the way its about VAMPIRES
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - -
i walked down the moonlit street, in the middle of the city, heading towards the suburbs, sometime around 1:00am
i was walking home from a co worker's birthday celebration at a small restaurant in the heart of the city that went till late.
why would a young girl be walking home alone, late at night, you ask?
easy.
i'm not exactly loaded (i'm just a photographer for god's sake), and i lost my car keys at my friend's house, so my treasured Chevy remains abandoned in my best friend's driveway.
the wind whistled past, tousling my otherwise perfectly straightened dark brown hair.
i heard some voices murmuring from an alleyway, practically inaudible, even though it was completely silent in this part of the city.
i tucked my hands into the pockets of my long cardigan, checking that i still had my phone, in case.
the whispers became louder, and my instinct i turned around quickly, only to see a pale figure dashing past, practically at lightning speed, just a blur of white, and then it crashed into something, and then it sounded like..crumbling. like the force of its running had destroyed the brick walls lining the alley.
i was suddenly reminded of one of my favourite books growing up, Twilight.
i mentally scanned everything i knew about vampires.
impossibly fast.
strong.
skin, pale white, like a sheet.
what was i thinking, i was just freaking myself out.
vampires don't exist.
...Right?
'Really?' a smooth, musical voice purred in my ear from behind me.
i spun around quickly, my green eyes locking with his liquid copper ones.
before i knew what was happening, before i could scream, his canines sunk into the side of my neck, and suddenly....
black.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
uber short. but ok. there will be more.

'I've hardly been outside my room in days
'Cause I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays
And darkness helped until the whiskey wore away
And it was then I realized that conscience never fades.
When you're young you have this image of your life
That you'll be scrupulous and one day even make a wife
And you make boundaries you'd never dream to cross
And if you happen to, you wake completely lost
But I will fight for you, be sure that I will fight 'til we're the special two once again

And we will only need each other, we'll bleed together
Our hands will not be torn to hold another's
'Cause we're the special two
And we could only see each other, we'll breathe together
These arms will not be torn to need another
'Cause we're the special two'
- The Special Two by Missy Higgins

i quite like her piano playing. and her lyrics.

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For Francesca Evelyn Fox.
Its kinda almost sequel ish to the one shot I wrote for her called ‘Like White Needs Black’
Except its Christmas.
Duh.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --
*Franky’s Point of View*

I slowly shut the door of my bedroom behind me to avoid the chaotic mess of screaming children, Christmas crackers exploding and presents being unwrapped.
Sometimes a little peace and quiet just fixes everything.
Forget about everything else.
For that moment, its just you.
I walked across the length of my somewhat large bedroom, stiletto heels tapping against the hardwood floors, to my balcony, where the white windowed doors were open to let some air in.

It was only about quarter to midnight, no one would miss me anyway, with all the excitement downstairs.

The wrought iron railing was ice cold to the touch, snowflakes drifting from the clouds, recovering the already snow capped pine trees that rose high above the houses in my (extremely) suburban neighborhood.

The second storey of my house was pretty high up, so high up that I could see the rainbow array of Christmas lights strewn across houses down the street, around our neighborhood, and the shining city lights, which seemed so far away.

I leaned against the railing more. Although it was freezing and I was in a spaghetti strap dress, black tights and heels, I didn’t care.

I observed my street.
Funny how Christmas makes everything go on holiday.
The cars parked on the side of the road were inanimate, covered in snow, with headlights that hadn’t been lit since five days ago.
Basketball hoops in the yards that hadn’t been used since the previous seasons, when it was warm enough.
Kids’ bikes leaning against the walls of the houses, some hadn’t been used for months, all covered by a blanket of snow.

Suddenly a pair of warm, suit jacket clad arms locked around my waist.
‘Why aren’t you downstairs at the party?’ Will asked with his melodic voice, resting his head on my shoulder and looking up at me with those (irresistible) brown eyes of his.
I rolled my eyes.
‘I got tired of watching my younger cousins opening their new toys, chucking Christmas pudding at each other, and pestering me to play tag with them in the living room.
He laughed, hugging me closer.
‘aw come on Cheski, you were like that too at some point.’
‘no, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t.’
‘really?’
‘yes.’
‘oh so you don’t recall the time you threw a chocolate cake at me when you were five.’
‘I do, but I had every right to.’
‘how?’
‘you stole my Barbie. Who does that to a five year old girl?!??’
He chuckled lightly, swaying a bit, arms still around me, to the melodic voice of the old Frank Sinatra Christmas carol songs playing from downstairs. He’d always commented on how good his voice was, how he wished he could sing like him, but to me, his voice was beyond what words can say.

We stood there for a little while, the only sounds to be heard being the music playing downstairs, and our somewhat louder breathing due to the cold.
Suddenly he grabbed my hands in his and turned me around.
‘do you know what we should do?’ he said, eyes lit up
‘..uh…what?’
He smiled at me, let go of my left hand and twirled me around, slowly.
His grip loosened.
‘you look so beautiful tonight’ he said softly
I felt my cheeks heat up involuntarily as he placed my hand on his shoulder and his other hand on my waist.
‘you are so corny, and you know I don’t dance, partially because I can’t.’ I said giggling as he twirled me around again as we swayed to the lulling melody of ‘White Christmas’.
He started to sing along quietly
‘tree tops glisten,
and all the children listen,
To hear sleigh bells in the snow.’
The snow started to fall from the sky, softly, landing on my eyelashes, in our hair, but disappearing within milliseconds of landing.
He smiled at me.
‘see…you’re dancing.’
Nothing, not even the snowflakes, could deter us.
‘and may all your Christmases be white.’ He sang quietly, smiling at me again and twirling me once more to finish the song.
Suddenly we heard echoes of ‘Merry Christmas’ come from downstairs, and champagne popping
He pulled me to him, and planted a passionate kiss on my lips before I rested my head on his shoulder, still swaying to the music as the snowflakes continued to fall and the Christmas lights twining around my balcony continued to shine.
‘Merry Christmas, Cheski.’
‘Merry Christmas, Billvy.’
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'I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you're far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Don't wanna close my eyes
Don't wanna fall asleep
'Coz I'd miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing
'Coz even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't wanna miss a thing'
-'i don't want to miss a thing' by Aerosmith

old school, bitches.
xDDD

one shots are coming, i swear.
please, PLEASE message me with ideas for your one shots, because i'm running out of christmas related ideas.
seriously.

rate,message,comment, add, drop a note, whatever.

dear gravity, you've held me down in this starless city.

HEYYAAAA ITS HURRICANE HAYLEYYYYYYYYYY

 

 

whaddup home dogs.

 

i'm in tech again.

we're watching the chaser's war on everything..again.

Franky's doing a German assignment

so freaking funny.

I LOVE CALEB TURMANNNNN

teehee!!!!!!!!

i'd kill to have someone write a Caleb one shot for me.

maybe Franky.

 

depends?

yeah.

hahahahaha i love chaser's.

 

there won't be many more of these little journals because school finishes on the fifth, as you know.

so yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

 

Amy says hi.

chaser's quotes:

'polly want a cracker?' 'LIAR'

 

'uh, ok sir, i'm giving you a permit.'

'why?'

'for stupid wolfmother hair.'

 

'Diane's internet friend was a transsexual deaf lesbian schizophrenic with a violent past.'

 

'perth: flash floods, methane fireballs in brisbane, atomic bombs in sydney and melbourne, and an afternoon apocalypse in Hobart.'

 

'life ends in apocalyptic storms.'

 

'do you know who brian seymour is?'
'he's a fuckwit.'

 

'take your substantial contribution to the country and PISS OFF.'

 

'brian seymour? isn't that the dickhead asswipe motherfucking slut homosexual from uh, today tonight? oh it is? brian seymour, FUCK YOU.'

 

'the communist news in china is more balanced than brian seymour.'

 

'you're getting a permit for your hair.'

'why, whats wrong with it?'

'do you WANT it to look like that?'

'yeah, its intentional.'

'what, is it like, a rod stewart tribute or something?'

 

'it wasn't this slippery int he ad!'

 

'touch my drink and i'll fucking break you.'

 

yeah, thats all for nowwww

 

love youse all!

HELLOOOOOO

 

 

Tis Hurricane Hayley here!!!!!

 

 

 

SUGAR HIGH, BETCHES.

 

Franky’s looking at me funny.

 

whY?

 

I don’t know.

 

We’re in TECH again.

Fun fun

 

We’re watching ‘the chaser’s war on everything’ on the projector thingy

 

 

Its funny.

 

I am IN LOVE with Caleb Turman, Franky is in love with William Beckett.

 

I heart the FTSK song Hurricane Hayley

 

Yeah, I know its ‘haley’ but I’m going to pretend its spelt how my name is.

 

Leave me alone.

 

 

Here are the lyrics. Some of them. :

I got a text saying you would be calling.
I got a phone call to prove it was true.
I couldn't let you in, it was do or die.
You had the last words baby, and I'm wondering why.

Do you really want to hurt me baby?
I never wanted this to happen.
You've been acting crazy, so Haley...

From the start off, it was the beginning.
You know me better than myself, and I know myself pretty well.
And I know myself pretty well.

From the start off, it was the beginning.
You know me better than myself, and I know myself pretty well.
And I know myself pretty well.

It was a bonfire waiting to happen.
It was a hurricane that pulled us through.
So I sat down and figured it out,
and thought all about how things were better the first time.

 

Woop woop

 

Yay I finish school on the fifth!!!!

Woohoo!

 

Hellsyeah.

 

:P

 

I’ll update eventually.

xxox

pshyeah.
exams are over!!!!!
i am in a state of euphoria right now. :)
yes, its been wildly anticipated by some for about a week or so now, so here is
*drumroll*
CHAPTER FOUR.
-----------------------------------------
*Tam's Point of View*

i dried my hands and walked out of the kitchen and out into the hallway to see who was at the door.
'Tammy?'
'Oh My God!' i squealed jumping into Ryan's open arms and hugging him tight
he kissed me passionately
'i missed you so much..' he mumbled into the crook of my shoulder as he spun me around slightly
the others silently cleared off to wherever they were going because they realized we were having a 'moment'
'i thought you were on tour for another month until Warped?' i asked curiously, getting down
'the European Decaydance Fest tour ended because Fall Out Boy left, and they WERE headlining and all..'
'right'
he unwinded his arms from my waist and picked up his bags
he kissed my forehead
'i'm just gonna dump these upstairs, and i'll meet you downstairs, i've got a surprise'
'sure you don't want help?'
'i'll be fine, promise'
'o..k..i'll be in the living room.'
---------------------------------------------
*fast forward to living room*
he came back bearing two mugs of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows
'Ryan..you don't have to do all this. its sweet and all, but why? i mean-'
'i do. i'm doing this because you're the most amazing thing to come into my life. yes, its hot chocolate, but still' he said grinning cheesily
'aww. that's sweet. and confusing.'
'anyway..i was thinking..well...'
'yes....?'
'that uh....'
'Ryan. say it.'
'well, ok, for summer break do you want to go on tour with me? you can't say no, i know you're on vacation from uni.'
'Yeah, i'd love to! but what about the others? i'm miss neutral or something around me, they'll kill each other if i'm not there.'
'well, part two of the secret is that your friends significant others are 'coincidentally'',he made that little gesture with his fingers, 'are on this tour as well. But its a surprise. don't tell them'
'seriously? can't i just-'
'Tam.'
'but-'
'no buts.'
'fine.'
i pouted and he ruffled my hair affectionately
'hey!!'
he merely laughed in response to my complaint and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer.
i put my head on his shoulder as he turned on the tv.
he flipped thorugh the channels for a bit
then my eyes caught a scene on the tv that i knew all too well
'WAIT! STOP!! GO BACK TWO!!!' i squealed
'fine, fine.' he mumbled, flipping back two.
'YAY!' i squealed again.
'the notebook', favourite movie, was playing
'can we watch it? pleaseeee?'
'well, it IS on.'
'yay i love youuuu!' i said hugging him
it was about three quarters through, and then we got to the part where i ALWAYS cry, where the old couple die together and the birds fly overhead
he hugged me closer as i cried
'don't worry..its just a movie...' he said running his fingers through my hair.
'you're not ever allowed to die. EVER. got it?' i said, almost trying to be threatening, but still sniffling and hiccuping a bit.
he smiled lightly 'i'll try my best.'he said, kissing my forehead.
'good.'
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*Fast Forward to later that day, at night, specifically 4:37am*
Insomnia is a bitch.
no seriously, it is.
i went to bed at 11pm and it was 4:37am now.
5 hours and 37 minutes of no sleep.
to add to the fun, i couldn't stop thinking about all of the things i had been doing behind Ryan's back when he was on tour.
he was sleeping soundly next to me, his hair tousled and his arms wrapped securely around my waist.
i'm surprised he wasn't awake himself, i had been tossing and turning all night long.
i chucked one of my pillows onto the floor and flipped the other pillow over to the cold side.
i turned around so i was facing the wall instead of him.
Suddenly he mumbled something inaudible.
'hm?' i asked
'whats wrong? you can't sleep again?' he said quietly, pulling me closer and burying his face into my neck.
'no, i can't.' i said turning around to face him again.
he kissed my forehead.
'you know you can't sleep when you're in love, because reality is finally better than your dreams.'
he said, averting his gaze so he was looking into my eyes
i looked back into his eyes, absorbing what he said.
'sing my song?' i asked quietly
'ok' he said, hugging me closer
i put my head on his chest as he sang, hearing his heart beat

'If all our life is but a dream
Fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelery to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me

Hey moon, please forget to fall down
Hey moon, don't you go down
You are at the top of my lungs
Drawn to the ones who never yawn'

my eyelids began to droop closed as i listened to his voice and thought.
he didn't know.
he couldn't know.
he'd be heartbroken.
he trusted me way to much.
he believed in me,i loved that, but it'll only hurt him.
i never want to leave him.
he's my oxygen.
my kryptonite.
my drug.
and he'd never leave me, despite my numerous shortcomings.
we were meant for each other, everyone said so, no one ever denied that it was true.
but was the sound of his heart beat worth it?
-----------------------------------------------
'She’s got a little bit of money and a little bit of this and its all she needs to live.
I’ve got a little bit of love and a little bit of that and it’s all I have to give.
This time, I’ll try not to show that I am not letting go.

I’ll show you I’ll show you and you’ll know that I’m not letting go.
I’ll show you I’ll show you and you’ll know I’m not letting go.

Oh Dakota, I know our love is new.
I barely know you. I’ve fallen over you.
It’s the way you do the things you do that make me fall in love with you.
Oh Dakota, are you in love with me too.'
-'Dakota' by A Rocket To The Moon

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