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So...I got tagged by a chick. (uxlookxprettyxsinkin) You have to write 12 songs that make you happy! This is no particular order:

001. Smile - Lilly Allen.
002. Nine In The Afternoon - Panic At The Disco.
003. Come Clean - Hilary Duff (lol).
004. Misery Business - Paramore
005. Hey Brittany - Forever The Sickest Kids.
006. Kiss My Sass - Cobra Starship
007. The Beach - All Time Low
008. We've Gott A Big Mess On Our Hands - The Academy Is
009. All Good Things - Nelly Furtado
010. CANT THINK OF ANYTHING

I TAG WEALLNEEDSOME, STEPHOU12, XIXLOVEXNINJASX, FOBLOVER920, OMGPARAMORE & MORE

Project Drama [Part 12]

Recap: The tears started to stream and I let them.

Hayley's P.O.V

It felt good to cry. But I only had myself to comfort. My boring self. I heard footsteps come toward me. I didn’t look up. Maybe I was dead maybe I was raising to Heaven or something.

“Hayley,” I heard a familiar sweet voice. Zac. Zac Farro.

I heard his knee crack so I’m guessing he knelt down.

“Hayley,” he said once more. But this time his arms wrapped around me.

He gently jerked my head upward so he could see my tearstained face. I stretched my legs out. Without removing his arms from the tight hug he came beside me and slowly he put my head which was in his hands to rest in his warm chest.

“Hayley what’s going on with you?” He questioned.

He I looked up now crying hardly. “I d-d-don’t know.”

“What happened the night at Blair’s party Hayley? Tell me,” He sounded demanding now a bit like Josh.

“I don’t want to…”

His voice was soft now when he spoke, “Please, Hayley…let me in.”

I waited a long moment as he wiped away my tears.

“Ok.” I finally spoke and then told him what happened…

FLASHBACK

“Seriously, Patrick why would he even talk to that trashy little slut?” Hayley started to speak dirty.

Patrick rolled his eyes and then laughed and replied, “Well, look at all those guys they just flirt with her all the time! Basically, she let’s them too!”

She laughed and continued to complain, “Zac and Rheagan can be so dumbfounded sometimes!”

Patrick chuckled.

“I think Rheagan likes you,” Hayley remarked.

“No, she likes me as a best friend. She likes guys who are good at sports.” He explained.

Hayley frowned. “Why don’t you try out for the football team? I seen a banner posted by the cafeteria doors.” She suggested.

Patrick gave her a sad expression. “No, I’m a complete nerd. Josh and Gerard would laugh so hard if I tried out.”

“Well, not if you were totally good!”

“But I’m not.”

“Yes, you are!” Hayley pressed.

“NO I’M NOT! I’M NOT GOOD AT ANYTHING!” Patrick snapped.

“Ok, ok. But I’d think Rheagan would appreciate you much more if you at least tried,” Hayley said in a calming voice.

Patrick opened his mouth to say something but Hayley interjected quickly, “Whatever, Patrick. I have to go to the bathroom.” Hayley put her soda down on a patio chair and went inside the patio doors and into the kitchen and slid past all the drunken teenagers.

When she walked out of the washroom there was a lot of plastic cups on the floor and glass cups broken also on the floor. Their nice white rug was stained with bear, coke, and a whole variety of drinks. Hayley slid past the teenagers and back in the back yard, The Hush Sound was now set up on a big hill in Blair’s pack yard. She ran over to where Patrick and her was before. Patrick wasn’t there anymore he was with Zac, Alice, and Rheagan. Hayley grabbed her drink and started taking little sips. She walked over by Rheagan, Patrick, and Zac. Once she got there she finally tasted an unfamiliar bittersweet kind of taste. She started to take big gulps of her coke.

“HIYA GUYS!” She shouted over the loud music.

“Hey,” Alice whispered. “You missed Blair and Jessica’s announcement or something. We get free autographs!” She said happily.

“COPS!” Yelled someone.

“Oh no!” Zac remarked. Hayley started to get a bit dizzy. Then she started to say some improper and inappropriate things.

“Hayley what’s wrong with you?” Rheagan asked confused.

Zac grabbed Hayley’s drink and started to examine it and then he tasted it. His eyes widened. “It’s it’s – oh my Hayley,” he said very shocked.

Zac whispered to Alice, “Morphine? I think I’m not sure!” Alice gasped and looked in the drink for herself.

“Some kind of drug…”

“WHERE IS BLAIR!” Zac yelled.

Zac came back in a rush almost half a second. “THE COPS THE COPS!” He panicked.

Suddenly, Hayley arms come across her stomach and pull her in tight. Then Hayley closed her eyes as she felt a cold sharp ice glide around her stomach in jagged lines.

All of a sudden, everything went black.

But she could still feel the pain and sharp glass went into her hand and she saw a dim light.

Everything went black again.

But no sound.

No feeling.

FLASHBACK

Zac held me tighter. My head was now on his knee.

“H-Hayley, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “No, don’t be it’s not your problem…”

“Yes, it is. I’m one of your best friends. I want to help you!” He comforted me.

“I want you to help me,” I whispered and looked up at him.

He slowly came in closer, and I wasn’t expecting it but he planted his lips on mine.

It made my day.

We both looked at each other for a long moment. But I slowly closed my eyes and slid down into his arms. He cradled me.

“I-I” Zac was obviously speechless.

I put my hands on his temples and pulled him in for one more light kiss.

“I like you Zac.”

In Project Drama, I have a character named Katelyn Williams. The person who plays her she hasn't really been active...lately. =( So I'm having casting calls for her.

Basically, Katelyn Williams is a normal everyday teenager who lives in Newport Beach and goes to a private school, Madsen High. She is a rejected loser you would say. Get's called 'emo' alot. xP She has an abusive mother and step father. Her father doesn't really know anything about this, and she is forbidden to say anything to him. She has one step brother and sister (Anabelle and Andy Hurley) which is on her dad's side. & she get's pete wentz....owwwohhlala. Haha.

She is ment to look like:

She looks a bit more emo'er then this. haha. xDD She loves the bands HIM, The Medic Droid, and WAY more...

& she's a reject at school. Did I get that part haha?

So applyapplyapply!

Name:
Age:
Will you read EVERY time I post Project Drama?:
Do you PROMISE to comment?:
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xx Madyi.

He had a plan to kill you all along,
The evidence was hidden in this song,
I was a ghost,
I was there at the scene,
As the embers rise, my hands,
Smelled like gasoline,

-I had a plan to kill you all this time,
The evidence was hidden in the crime,
I was a spirit,
I was there at the backdrop,
As the ashes lower, my face,
Smelled like SMOKE&WAXXX-

So, the headlights murdered my thoughts,
I curse this taste that's on my tongue,
This taste will last until I rip it out,
No, I won't need these gloves,
Her bones are withered away, but her ghost will remain.

-So, the streetlights killed my thoughts,
I lick this fire that's on my lips,
This taste will last until I burn it out,
No, I won't need these gauntlets,
His skin has disintegrated, but his spirit will live.-

You're the only one that wore your seatbelt,
We're the only ones that cried,
Catastrophic accidents,
You're the only one that died.

-She's the only one that worshiped you,
We're the only ones that love,
Cataclysmic accidents,
You're the only one that didn't go above!-

So keep my casket closed,
Your heart beats under the floor,
It haunts me in my dreams,
And nothings as it seems,

-So keep my heart locked,
Your yells of help from the back door,
It scares me in my sleep,
And nothings as this deep,-

Hallelujah, whoa,
So just believe in me,
I'll never let you down,
This was a curse I couldn't save,
As you lie in your grave,

-REJOICE, whoa,
So just leave please,
I'll never live this down,
This was an imprecation I didn't save,
As you die in this cave,-

But her ghost will obey,
As you lie in your grave.

Project Drama [Part 11]

Recap:  No Joe.

Gerard’s P.O.V

“Kitchen,” Beth stated as Beth started the tour. I observed it carefully. It had a lot of – wood – involved with it.

“Dining room, and staircase,” She continued along. She probably didn’t realize she was almost shaking the whole time. It wasn’t really cold in here.  My parents Angela and Anderson wanted me to stay with their close employee (Sara) well they go to Europe. Beth was Sara’s child supposedly.

“This is where you will – probably be staying.”

I studied the room. It didn’t have hard wood floor like all the other rooms did. It was a nice normal white rug. There was big king-sized bed into the middle of the room, it had tacky blankets. I didn’t mind though. There was landscape photographs all over the walls and eye catching painting of a women and baby girl above the fireplace.

“That’s beautiful,” I said observing it more. “Who is it supposed to be over?” I continued turning my head to look at Beth.

“N-n-no o-one…” she “Do you “Do yostammered coming to take it off the wall.

“Why are you taking it down?” I questioned.

“So you don’t have to look at it. So – I don’t have to look at it.”

I didn’t say no more. She obviously didn’t look like she wanted to argue so I didn’t either.

I continued to study the room more. It had a bathroom, and a huge window by the bed. It had more tacky curtains though. There were tons of stools all over the room. Which was weird I guess.

“So do you like the room?” Beth asked coming back into my room for three months.

“The light had slipped through the window
The morning ripped you away
Don't wake me up,”

My cell phone rang. It was Blair.

“Hi honey,” I said in the sweet tone Blair loves.

“Where are you?! Nobody was at your house and I phoned Josh’s, Joe’s, and Pete’s houses! They said you weren’t there!”

“I’m going to be staying at this other house for three months. You know Beth Claireson?” I answered looking at Beth and then she looked down.

“Beth Claireson? I think that nerd does my homework. Why the f do you have to stay there?” She asked furiously. I chuckled.

“Don’t be so mean,” I whispered. “My parents are going to Europe… and they don’t want me to come.” I explained.

“Oh,” she replied dully. “Do you want to go out for dinner or something?” She asked enthusiastically.

“Umm… I think I’m just going to stay here. I have to still get settled in and stuff.” I exclaimed.

“Oh… ok. I’ll see you at school Gee,” He responded in her disappointed voice.

Silence roamed the telephone.

“Bye Gee…”

“I love you Blairy! I will make it up to you tomorrow! Tomorrow is Friday!” I promised.

“I can’t. I have this whole debutante thing… after it?”

“Well, Josh and I wanted to ask if you and Jess wanted to double tomorrow instead of Jess and Josh going alone on their first date on Saturday.”

“Yeah, dude defiantly. I tell Jess. We were planning on hanging out after anyway.”

“Ok. Well, so long and goodnight,” I sang. I looked at Beth who was still standing there. I chuckled in embarrassment.

“My girlfriend…”

Alice’s P.O.V

“I have to go bathroom!” Hayley informed urgently. Zac and I laughed. She flushed red and ran out of the room before I gave a silly reaction. I waited until I heard a bang, so I could tell when she was inside the bathroom and out of hearing range.

“How are we going to get you with Hayles?” I said turning toward Zac. He pretended to put on his best I’m-totally-thinking-of-a-great-idea face.

“I got nothing…I wasn’t really thinking.” Zac admitted. I thought for a moment.

“A – p-party?” He stammered out.

“No.”

“Umm…oh I got it mental break-“

“Nope.”

“Dude we can get this murder guy to come and like kill”

“NO! DEFIANTLY NOT! DON’T EVEN FINISH THAT SENTENCE!” I responded giving him a hard punch in stomach. He whimpered loudly.

“Some kind of jealously?” I thought of.

“Jealously? What do you mean? I could make her jealous?” Zac replied.

“Yeah, totally!”

Hayley slammed open the door. Her hair looked a bit messy and she was smiling in an unfamiliar way.

“HEYA!” She shouted. I looked at Zac but he was staring at Hayles, and he looked very stunned.

“Hayley?” I wondered.

She repeated her name, “Hayley!”

“She’s acting like – like she was at Blair’s party!” I yelled. Zac’s eyes widened as he looked at me.

“Yeah don’t think?” He said as he shuddered.

“NO!” I shouted getting up with Zac running into the washroom.

“Look everywhere!” I yelled searching underneath the sink and down the drain which wasn’t very successful. Zac searched in the toilet above the toilet, in the shower drain and on the shelves. We ran back into my room and Hayley had turned on the stereo to Alan Jackson and she was getting – freaky. She hated Alan Jackson and she hated to dance.

“Pull off her coat,” I instructed Zac. He shaked. “I c-can’t.” He stuttered.

“My jacket is coming off,” she stated still smiling in a weird way and dancing as she did slowly took of the jacket. But that’s not all she started to take off. She ended up stripping to Alan Jackson. Zac looked very shocked and watched her. I rolled my eyes turning him around. I went beside him looking in the other pocket of her coat he had in his hand. He pulled out a needle with liquid dripping out. I turned to look at Hayley who was down to her bra and underwear.

“Don’t you even think of turning your head!” I warned Zac. He nodded his head still shaking.

“Hayley can you like stop with your striptease for one second?” I questioned. She ignored me still dancing as she turned the radio station and Billy Talent came on. I looked at her hip which had a red spot. A little hole with blood, basically. I grabbed her forearm, studying her spot more. A needle went through it.

“She did it, again.” I informed Zac. Hayley started to grind. I sighed.

“HAYLEY LISTEN TO ME!” I shouted as I grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at me and stopped dancing. She giggled and went underneath my arms and started dancing again.

“What the hell are you guys shouting,” Mikey stopped at the door looking at Hayley up and down. She danced toward Mikey.

Mikey looked at Zac who was now starring at Hayley again and then at me.

“What happened to Hayley?” He questioned.

“She – well I think”

“She took morphine!” Zac panicked as he pointed to Hayley’s arm and looked back at the needle he had in his hands. Mikey ran toward him sliding his finger in the liquid.

“Isn’t this morphine?” He asked.

“How would you know?!”

“Remember when I broke my leg and the nurses gave me it?” I pulled out my memory.

I didn’t reply I just looked at Hayley who started going into the hallway.

Mikey explained, “We are supposed to be at the Claireson’s house right away! Mom, dad, and Gerard are already there! You’re are going to have to do something to Hayley!”

“I could uh – eh take her…” Zac volunteered.

I sighed. “I guess it’s the only thing we can do…Hayley!” I yelled when I said Hayley running into the hallway as she was in the bathroom again with another needle in her hand. Where was she getting all these?

“HAYLEY NO!” I shouted diving into the floor with my hand in the hair and grabbing the horrid needle that she was about to eject into her hip when I had the needle in my hand the sharp end went down her waist and to her leg. My eyes widened as I quickly jumped up. Before Hayley could even think of leaving I slammed the door shut locking it. I grabbed toilet paper and pushed the cold water tap. I put the thick toilet paper under the tap and it began to pour water on it. I wiped all the way down her leg which was now bleeding. I examined it and then I examined the needle. No more morphine got into her. I put my hands on Hayley’s shoulders and forced her to look at me again.

“What is going on with you?” I asked in a sad, mellow, worried tone. Tears streamed her face.

Victoria Squear didn’t speak to Brendon and Madison anymore. She found out about Brendon cheating on her and was too embarrassed to talk to Madison. Brendon didn’t cheat anymore. He didn’t date at all. Madison went to Brown for college not on a soccer scholarship. Spencer went to Yale on a football scholarship and Phoebe decided not to go to college at all. She is now perusing her dream as an author. Alex and William both went to Berkeley and William is now captain on the football team. Alex is valedictorian. Ashleigh is going out with Ryan and they both are getting married on March 1^st. They are both still in college though Harvard Law School. Ashley and Shaant both didn’t go to college they are working as office secretaries at the same job. They hate each other terribly. Frankie is now in a band with school mated Gerard Way, Mikey Way, Bob Byrar, and Ray Toro. Allison is going to Brown with Madison and persuing her dream of acting.

Madison phoned Victoria. She answered. They got along. Brendon phoned Frankie and Spencer too. They answered. They got along. Ashleigh phoned Phoebe. She answered. They got along. Ashley phoned Alex and William. They answered. They got along. Brendon also phoned Shaant also. He answered. They got along. Madison also phoned Allison. She answered. They got along.

It’s February. They are taking a vacation. They are all meeting in Franklin, Tennessee.

I'm not posting it on onexa anymore. =D I took alot of people out of it. But I kept alot of it. Sorry I didn't post the prom chapter way long before. I probably won't write this alot. But I'll try my best! If you are just starting to read this fanfiction all the other chapters like chapter 1, 2 and blahah are on this account just wayyyy back. like april 2007 or something. I might be wrong. & then my fanfiction stops at some chapter and it is on onexa.buzznet.com and now it's back here! YAYAY!

Ok..so hi. I broke my leg...lol. I went skiing and I kind of twisted it on the smallest hill out there..when I was going down the hill I panicked because I knew I would fall but my two ski's twisted together and I rolled down with my ski's on like that. & it was with my school. =( I was with my friend thank god. But we were lost..!! & we had to wait 2 hours alone for someone to get us. & finally a guy came and he went to find our teachers they had to take me on a sled back to the ski shack. They were just going to give me a ride to the hospital but I couldn't walk and I was dehydrated and I had hyperthermia. =( I was at the hospital for five hours.. I thought and the teachers thought I just sprained it. I ended up finding out I fractured it. But I didn't have to have an operation so it's all good. PLUS I DON'T HAVE TO GO TO GYM. SUCKERS! hAHA.

Anyway, I just wanted to inform you guys that I did not break my arm so I WILL BE POSTING FANFIC NONSTOP! Biotchs! happy??!?!

Testosterone Boys & Harlequin Girls [Part 3]

Recap: William always came early.

Day 1

Audrey, William, Pete, Brendon, and Ryan all started to board the plane. They were flying first class. The stewardess Stacy put their entire luggage away. William and Brendon sat together, and then Audrey sat alone signaling Pete to come over and sit with her. Ryan and Pete spotted a girl the same age as they were alone in her seat. Ryan smiled and jumped in a girlish way.

“NO!” Pete yelled. They both ran to go over to sit by her. Ryan got there first.

“Hey, may I sit here?” Ryan asked. The girl had short hair up to her shoulders but it looked beautiful. It was a beautiful white blonde colored hair with black underneath. She had dark blue eyes with a perfect nose shape, and her lips were nicely coated in light pink lipstick. She also had a thin layer of eyeliner on with some mascara with it. She smiled sweetly replying, “Yes, of course.” Her voice was soft and upbeat.

“Lovely,” he said trying to flirt.

She had an AP magazine with her. She flipped the page to find the band Say Anything.

Pete fumed as he looked at all the seats.

“Peter!” Audrey called. Pete rolled his eyes slowly walking toward her spot.

“Audrey,” he hissed. She giggled grabbing him for a hug.

“See I told you I’d give you a hug!” She said releasing him. He huffed.

“Are any of you guys hungry? Chicken penne?” Stacy the stewardess offered looking at Audrey, William, Pete, Brendon, Ryan, and the other girl with him.

“No, thanks were vegans.” Brendon answered disgusted. The only vegans out of them were Audrey and him.

“I’M NOT! CHICKEN PENNE ALL THE WAY!” Ryan sang. “DUDE CAN YOU LIKE GET SOME HONEY GARLIC WINGS TOO? DUDE I CAN TOTALLY GO FOR A PIZZA SUB RIGHT NOW TOO! YOU GUYS GOT RED BULL? I SO WANTS SOME!” He shouted, saying any food or beverage that came to his mind.

Stacy laughed. “Yes, I can get you all that. Anybody else want anything?”

“Water,” the quiet girl with Ryan spoke eyes slowly drifting toward Ryan’s upbeat behavior.

“A cheeseburger and red bull would be alright.” William answered. Stacy nodded her head looking at Audrey and Pete.

“No, thanks,” Audrey and Pete responded at the same time.

“Ok. I’ll be right back with drinks.”

Ryan looked at Stacy as she went back out the door and into the kitchen. He looked back at the quiet girl who was staring at him. Her expression went from upbeat to very bitter. He smirked.

“So what’s your name?”

“Brittany,” she replied. “Brittany Baroque.”

Ryan grinned. “Pretty name,” he complimented her. Her expression didn’t change it was still sad and bitter.

“I’m Ryan.” Ryan exclaimed putting out his hand. She awkwardly shook it.

“So… where are you heading to?” Ryan asked making conversation.

“Cape Cod, Massachusetts.”

“OH MY GOSH ME TOO!”

William opened up his duffle bag, shuffling for c-d’s and magazines. He pulled out an As I Lay Dying c-d and then slipped it in his walk men. Brendon pulled the duffle bag to his side searching for a c-d too. He pulled a Dead Poetic c-d. Then Brendon pulled a Rock Sound magazine out. He studied the cover for a good five minutes well holding the c-d in his hand. The magazine had My Chemical Romance on it.

“My Chemical Romance is not a good –“

“Don’t start with the MCR hate mailing fan again Bden.” William interjected not pulling his eyes away from the magazine he later grabbed.

“Seriously, like how do I get MCR fans spamming my e-mail? That Madison chick was being so rude! Just because I thought MCR wasn’t good enough to put on my top band list.” He explained angry. William didn’t reply he looked up. “Drinks!” He paraded.

“Drinks,” Stacy repeated handing William red bull. Stacy went over to Ryan and gave him the other red bull and then gave Brittany water.

Audrey’s blaring Metallica music was giving Pete a head ache. Pete moaned and sighed as loud as he could but Audrey never heard. Pete grabbed Stacy’s arm and pulled her back.

“I’m thirsty now! Do you guys have any Jones Soda?”

Stacy nodded her head wiping her arm with a napkin she had in her hand. “Yes, we do. What kind?” She replied politely. Pete, instantly feeling sorry for grabbing her like that and then smiled and apologized, “Sorry. Bad mood… I don’t really want to sit with her.” Pete pointed to Audrey. Audrey had her eyes closed snoring.

“Could I have Green Apple?” He asked.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be back soon.” She said giving Pete a warm comforting smile. Stacy walked back into the kitchen.

“So you like the stewardess?” Audrey said angry grabbing Pete’s shoulders, forcing him to face her. Pete chuckled. “Only if I’m making you mad.”

Audrey released Pete and glared at him for a long moment looking away.

“You’re so mean sometimes…” Audrey said frowning.

Pete chuckled again and then corrected her, “No, not really. Only to you.”

Audrey pouted as she saw Stacy the stewardess come to them.

“Here’s your soda,” Stacy said as she placed the soda in Pete’s hand. “I see you’re up ma’am, would you like anything to drink or perhaps eat?”

Audrey smiled again back in her upbeat happy mood. “I want a Jones soda too!”

“What k"

“GREEN APPLE!” She interrupted happily.

Day 2

Brittany’s P.O.V

Ryan the boy who was sitting with me all ten days to Cape Cod, Massachusetts was still sleeping. It was already two in the afternoon. (Nine –two- in the afternoon, you’re eyes are the size of the moon. You could ‘cause you can so you do).

“Can I get you anything?” Stacy the stewardess asked again. I shook my head.

“I DO!” Ryan yelled. I giggled. He turned to look at me, embarrassed. He looked down. Ryan was so cute. He had perfect, shiny, dark brown hair that was irresistibly floppy. His eyes were dark brown with a hint of blood red. They were a perfect normal shape, but inhumanly beautiful. He was wearing a weird mesmerizing patterned head band that made his beautiful floppy hair go back. It was really cute. His skinny dark eyebrows matched his funny but cute looking nose and his lips were a pale pink color. Ryan was wearing another long-sleeved tee-shirt that had almost the same brown mesmerizing patterns on it. He wore black skinny jeans with normal black shoes with pink shoelaces. Ryan was pale but had a fair amount of color amongst his skin. Ryan carefully squeezed his bottled water in his backpack. He wiggled around a little to get comfortable and then he slightly turned his head to face me and start a conversation.

“Hi,” he said uncomfortably.

“Hey,” I responded.

There was a quiet silence for a long moment.

He continued, “So why are you going to Cape Cod?”

“It’s a long story really.”

“I’d like to hear. I have all the time in the world.”

“Ok, but it’s going to be a long story,” I warned him. He nodded his head. I started to explain the story, “I actually live in Cape Cod, Massachusetts. With my younger sister Samantha, and younger brother Mike, his girlfriend Moesha, and my good friend Jill.”

“Samantha, Moesha, Jill.” He memorized quietly.

I continued along with the story, “See we have this – well, this – uncontrollable father and when I say uncontrollable I mean he can’t control himself. He quit going to anger management classes four years ago. His name is Chuck. He kind of had a drug and alcohol problem. Then – he well,” I hesitated for a moment. I could feel tears fighting to come out. I didn’t want to let them. But I really couldn’t control it. Ryan turned around a little to see me better. My mood swings way to much. Happy to sad. You would probably be sad in my situation too though.

“He killed my mother,” I spoke quickly as tears fled out. I looked down. I didn’t want to see Ryan’s expression. He put his hand on my chin and pulled my face up so I could face him. I didn’t want to look in his irresistible brown eyes. I let my eyes fall to look at his lap.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to…”

Tears came out more and quicker. Ryan let go gently and he let me look down away from him. He wiped away my tears. This was really comforting me. His hand felt soft and very gentle.

“Dude what’s going on?” I voice spoke. I didn’t see who it was. It felt very embarrassing.

“Pete go away!” Ryan said angrily.

“Dude what’s going on?” Another voice spoke. A girl this time.

“Audrey go away!” Ryan said to her angrily too. Ryan calmed himself down and put his back to the seat again. He sat closer and then closed his arms around me. He was warm very warm and I was cold.

“Did you come to Chicago to go away from him or something?” He asked not releasing me from the tight hug.

“No, when he – did that he took some money and took a plane to Chicago. I told my sister Samantha that I should go and get him so I could – get cops to,” I didn’t finish. It was too stressful, and Ryan understood. He just tightened the hug more. Which I liked because it felt safe, and I felt protective for the first time in a long time.

“Why did you go? You could have got killed – you could have got the cops to do it!”

“Ryan, I wanted to kill him.” I explained. At that point I expected him to release me from the tight hug and call security or something but he didn’t he tightened more. I almost couldn’t breathe but I ignored it. He rubbed his hand on my hair which also felt very relaxing.

“Is every thing ok?” Stacy the stewardess came and ruined everything for me. Ryan finally released and looked at her and then me.

“Everything is fine, thank you.” Ryan assured the tall stewardess. He looked at me and asked, “Do you want anything?”

“Water,” I answered.

“Water,” Ryan told Stacy. I didn’t look up so I couldn’t see if she nodded or anything. I didn’t want her to stare at me and see my tearstained face. Ryan put his hands on my temples and pulled my head slowly and gently toward his chest. I buried my head in his warm shirt. He petted my hair as she tried to comfort me. It was working too. I was crying much slower this time. The tears streamed a bit but I didn’t think of the current situation I explained. I closed my eyes so I could relax more. I had a huge head ache. Probably from sobbing so much. I could hear nothing or feel anything. I was sleeping…

“Are you still tired?” Ryan asked. My eyes fluttered open. Right when I opened my eyes Ryan’s head was curved down and he was inches away from my face. He still had a frown but I comforting frown. Somehow…

“Yeah,” I admitted. “What time is it?”

“7 PM. Hold on a second.” Ryan replied grabbing a soft blanket from his duffle bag. Ryan wiggled around a little to get himself comfortable. He lay my head down on his lap and covered me up with blankets. I turned my head to sort of bury my head back his shirt.

“Good-night.” Ryan told me with his soft calm voice. I closed my eyes and right when I did Ryan planted his lips on my cheek gently. It was like a warm snowflake. It felt so soothing I just wanted to go to bed and dream more about him. My heart beat was going fast. It’s only been two days with this beautiful guy and I’m falling in love. Brittany is falling in love.

Project Drama [Part 10]

Recap: “Oh…”

Beth’s P.O.V

I was deathly bored. I finished all of Blair’s, Jess’s, Claire’s, and Emily’s homework and now I had nothing to do. I’ve read over all of my comic books from when I was a kid. Spiderman, Superman, Darth Vader EVERYTHING. I even read over the limited edition anime ones. Katelyn wasn’t phoning. She never did really… and she forbid me from phoning her, period. Something to do with her parents really busy or something. I lightly tapped my fingers on my computer desk.

“Beth do you want supper tonight?” Sara my foster mother called out to me.

“Um sure hold on,” I answered. I ran down the red staircase and into the funny looking tiled kitchen. Sara was sitting in the dining area and Peter the chef was making the dessert.

“Food is in the kitchen Miss Claireson.”  He told me robotically. I sat across from her on the table. She sat on the left end and I sat on the right. It was weird because there was like 10 chairs at the side and a big thing of lilies, so we couldn’t really see each other. We were like 10 feet apart. I liked it this way though. On the table in front of my chair was a big clean shiny plate with a napkin on it. Then beside it had a big bowl of meatballs and then a bowl of butter. Then two big bowls of a different kind of spaghetti sauce and then my silver wear.

“Anything exciting happen at school today?” She said making conversation. Before replying I took a big spoonful of my spaghetti. It was so yummy.

I shook my head. “No, Sara. School isn’t fun.”

“Well, is Katelyn coming over today?”

“No.” I responded dully taking another spoonful of cut up noddles.

“Is she staying over this weekend?”

“Probably not.”

“I see.”

Peter the chef came in and checked on the meal. Peter was the best.

“How do you like it? I know Beth loves spaghetti and you love meatballs. So I made something simple tonight.”

“Just how I like it!” I smiled enthusiastically.

He chuckled. “I’ll be right back with the desserts.” He informed us.

In two more spoonfuls I was finished the spaghetti and meatballs and Peter was mechanically there grabbing all my dirty dishes and replacing them with more dishes of dessert.

“Lemon marguerine pie with chocolate and caramel at the side. Also, with two green apples to dip in the cold banana sauce. I also”

“No, more desserts. I’m already stuffed as it is. You make a lot of food for one dinner Peter.”

He had a big smile on his face. “Why thank you, when I was in college –“

“No, need to go back down memory lane.” I insisted. He nodded his head heading back into the kitchen. Sara got up and left her dirty dishes on the table. “Sara, you should call Katelyn see if”

“No. She doesn’t like me calling her.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t worry about it, something about her parents being busy and not wanting any interruptions.”

Sara nodded her head. “I see. Well, it wouldn’t hurt to phone on time.”

I sighed. Sara didn’t have dessert. I didn’t even have half mine. I only had some of my green apple and two pieces of lemon marguerine pie. I thought of the idea of phoning Katelyn. I then decided to, she’d totally freak but whatever. I wanted her to come over. I got the cordless and ran up the stairs to go into my bedroom. When I punched in the numbers, I was kind of worried if her parents would get mad. It rung like seven times and just when I was going to give up –

“Hello.” A gentle voice spoke. This wasn’t Katelyn. It couldn’t be.

“Hi. Is Katie there?”

“Katelyn?” The voice questioned.

“Yeah, Katelyn.”

“No, she isn’t. May I ask who is calling?” She had a scent of anger in her tone as she spoke.

“Beth. Her friend from school.”

“Ok, I will – defiantly tell her you called.” She responded and then quickly hung up. Where the fuck would Katelyn be right now? She like never leaves her house!

“BETH!” A familiar hateful voice yelled. Sara. She was so annoying!

“WHAT!” I shouted back.

“Please come down here in the living room! We have company!”

“We always have company!” I complained.

“Beth please just come down here!” Sara replied. I didn’t bother to argue anymore. I jumped off my bed and ran into the hall and down the stairs. I ran into the living room, looking down. I hate company. I could her mumbling and my name being said in the living room. When I entered the living room I put my head to examine each person. Sara ALWAYS had company over. There was two sets of couples. There was one women who looked a bit wrinkly but you could totally tell that she used A LOT of skin treatment. She had dark red hair that was up in a high pony and she was weaing TONS of make up. I bet you it was like a mask or something. She was wearing a long white tee-shirt and black dress pants with high red heels. The guy with her looked very unappealing. He had two moles on the center of his right cheek and he had grey hair that went up to his shoulders. The other couple looked much, much younger. About at least twenty five years old. The twenty-five-year-old-looking girl had platinum blonde hair that went down to her mid-back. She had beautiful baby blue eyes and she was pretty much anorexic and she was wearing a sparkly black dress with high black heels. She looked too model like it was scary. The man with her was – somewhat beautiful. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and he was very muscular. But there was something – someone else that caught my eye. I couldn’t believe it. I knew him. You knew him. Everybody knew him in Newport Beach.

“Hi, Gerard,” I greeted him. Yep. It was defiantly him. He had the same black, awesome haircut ever. With that BEAUTIFUL crooked smile. I can’t believe I was actually saying this to myself. Gerard? He was one the most popular guys in Madsen High! Then there was me. A nobody.

“Hi?” He questioned. I knew it he couldn’t have remembered me! “Beth?”

Yeah, right. I’m dreaming. He did not just say a name. My name, correctly.

“Y-y-yeah,” I managed to stutter out.

“You guys know each other?” The younger women muttered.

“Uh umm… we uh well. W-we I uh,” I barely talked.

Gerard chuckled. I felt my cheeks getting redder and redder.

“Yeah, we’ve met.” He said casually in a very relaxing tone.

“Well, Gerard here is going to be staying here for awhile. Is that okay Beth?” Sara asked giving me a you-better-say-yes-so-you-don’t-ruin-my-career look. She always gave me those looks.

“Um yeah.” I answered.

“Good. You should give Gerard here a quick tour.” She ordered me it wasn’t really something I could say no to.

“Sure.” I replied slowly walking in the kitchen. I turned to see if Gerard was following me. He wasn’t there. I turned my head back and he was right by my side. Gerard was staying here. In my house. Beautiful…

Emily’s P.O.V

“That was so boring!” I brought up the arcade thing again. Jess laughed.

“Yeah, it kind of was.” Claire admitted.

“I need to tell you guys something!” I quickly changed the subject. For one, I didn’t want to talk about the stupid arcade. And second, the Joe dream was on my mind. And third, I didn’t want to talk about the stupid arcade.

“I was TRYING to tell Jess at Blair’s party but she ignored me the whole time!” I muttered annoyed.

Jessica had a confused expression on her face. She was zoned out. “Huh?”

“Jess I heard you were going out with Josh this Saturday night!” Blair said out of no where enthusiastically. Claire had a huge smile on her face. I sighed loudly so EVERYBODY could here. They probably did, but they ignored me.

“Yeah, he well – asked me out.” Jess bragged well she tried not to but you could totally see she was.

All of a sudden a familiar song came out of no where. The ringtone on my cell phone.

“I've been dancing on the tops of buildings.
At the top of my lungs I'm singing you a song.
Don't you leave me alone.
My bones were shattered.
My pride lays shattered.”

Dan the lead singer of This Providence sang. It was so beautiful. I knew exactly who it was when the first two words came out of Dan’s mouth. ‘I’ve been’ was all I needed to know that it was Joe who was phoning me. I was successfully recovering from that awful nightmare. It was nothing really. But when I was stuck in the room with Joe at Blair’s party… it was something.

“Hello.” I managed to choke out with out it sounded unnatural.

“Hey, Emmykins! How is my little hunnybug doing? Listen I’m really – really – really sorry for the arcade today! I know you hate playing video games. I just wanted to… I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry!” He apologized over and over again.

“Joe it’s ok.” I assured him.

“Ok.” He replied exhaling.

“I don’t really”

“You can leave us Emm, we’re fine alone.” Claire reassured me. I didn’t want to spend ‘quality’ time with my boyfriend. Not tonight, anyway.

“Umm, I ca”

“YES! I’ll come pick you up right away. Where are you?” He asked curiously. I sighed.

“I’m at Blair’s house,” I answered quickly.

In no time really Joe appeared at the front door. Claire, Jess, and Blair made me go downstairs and wait for him. It probably sounded crazy but I think Joe was really trying to kill me. I have no reason why. Maybe he is on some kind of drug or something… or he could be – he could be – taking steroids or something?

“Emily,” Joe said in a regular voice as I opened the door. I shivered. Joe. He’s crazy. He wanted to kill me. No, Joe is not crazy I am. He did not want to kill me, I wanted to kill myself. Maybe I was having seizures? Joe WOULD NEVER. NEVER. NEVER. NEVER. EVER. EVER. EVER. EVER. KILL. ME! I tried not to focus on my bizarre thoughts. I didn’t exactly no where we were going but it wasn’t going to be like any thing in Saw.

“Where are we g-going?” I choked out.

He chuckled and responded in a kind gesture. It didn’t answer my question. So maybe we were going to my death bed so he could show me before he killed me – NO! Joe was not going to kill me! He was simply – going to kill me!

“We are going to your favorite restaurant. Olive Garden.” He continued answering my thought.

But the real question was: What were we going to do after we eat? He’d probably say something normal like, ‘my house probably.’

“My house probably,” he read my mind. So he could read minds now? Yeah, right. When we arrived at Olive Garden Joe did his NORMAL cute routine.

He pecked me on the cheek and sang, “So long and good-night.” He got it from some unsigned band’s MySpace. Then Joe left the car and came over to my side and opened it pecking my cheek again.

But he’d say hello instead. It was a weird thing, but I loved it. It was so cute. We held hands as we walked into Olive Garden. It was sort of packed. Not too packed so it wouldn’t be so noisy. The waiter gave us our menus and she did a slut kind of exit.

“What are you having Emmykins?” Joe asked with a smirk on his face. “House Salad perhaps?”

“Nah. Chicken penne. My mom thinks I’m anorexic, I should start gaining some pounds.” I told him.

“I thought you are anorexic?”

My eyes shot up to see his expression. He looked up too and met my bewildered eyes. “Well, that’s what I’ve heard.” He defended.

I nodded my head. “I see.” I continued along with the conversation, “So what are you getting?”

“Umm… The Wings Of Kings.”

I giggled. “What kind of name for a meal is that?”

He laughed. “I don’t know.”

The slutty waiter came back and took our orders. She had bleached blonde hair that went down below her but and she was wearing a blood red head-band in it too. She was ALMOST as ‘anorexic’ as I was. She had more curves though, which I admired. She had hazily green eyes and her lips were covered with bright red lipstick. Her eyes had a thick line of eyeliner underneath and overtop her eyes and her eyes also had mascara with. The waiter also had baby blue eye shadow on too. She was wearing a red blouse with a black waiter vest over top and she wore a red mini skirt. She was slutty. Defiantly. Joe didn’t seem to notice her prettiness. He just looked at me the whole time.

“Are you going to college?” I quickly asked to break the silence. I was shaking. I wanted to tell him of my deam, of what I thought he MIGHT do or have done. Y’know maybe I was dead?

“Yes, are you?”

“Yep.”

“Which college do you want to apply for?”

“Joe do you want to kill me?” I blurted out of no where. His eyes widened. I looked down at my napkin and silver wear. I was too afraid to see his expression.

“No.” He said a bit angry. I snuck a little look to see his expression but it was blank.

“I would never want to kill you. Why would you even think that?”

“I well – I,” I shouldn’t have brought this up. Now I had to tell him…my awful dream. I explained, “I had this nightmare two nights ago about you well killing me at Blair’s house. It everything in that dream happened – you held a knife and everything!”

“When?” He asked in disbelief of my explaining.

“At Blair’s party! She locked us in her bedroom and you – well when I woke up I swear you had a knife and you sounded just like you did in my dream but then with luck you yelled cops! The cops where here and then I ran…”

FLASHBACK

Joe let me go first out of the window. I put my foot on the edge and started to climb out. We were going to try the whole tee-shirt thing but we didn’t have enough time. It wasn’t like we were at jail and had a death sentence. I jumped on the garage roof. Joe did the same thing I did he put his foot on the edge and climbed out. I wasn’t scared of the cops. I was scared of Joe.

“Let me help you, get down!” He offered panicking. I didn’t reply I quickly slide down the pole by the driveway. When I got down I was weak. I was exhausted and the sleeping didn’t do much. I walked for a couple of seconds but then Joe walked by my side grabbing my hand. I ripped my hand out of his and ran. I ran as fast I could. The gym teachers would so put me on the track team if they saw how fast I ran. I ran to my house. My parents would totally be there. So he wouldn’t even think of –

“EMILY!” He was shouting. I looked back behind my shoulder, he was chasing me. WITH THE KNIFE! This wasn’t exactly in my dream. But I knew it was coming. No wonder I was so scared. I put my head back forward and started to run faster. He wasn’t going to lay one finger on me. I came to a halt when I saw a big graffiti looking board. It was very dark but there was street lights so I could see it properly. I tried to find another way to escape but I couldn’t. When I turned there was a graffiti board there, left and right. Joe appeared right when I turned around. With a knife.

“Emily, it’s like four in the morning. Let’s go home,” he spoke in a worried voice.

“N-no no! You were going to kill me! YOU HAVE A KNIFE!”

He brought it up to look at it himself.

But then everything turned completely black.

I could see no street lights.

No graffiti boards.

No Joe.

FLASHBACK

-continue- Rheagan's P.O.V

“Let’s go.” I said taking his hand. His hand was shaking. He was more nervous then Patrick.

HMV wasn’t so far away from the Food Court. James ran into a few people on the way and so did I.

“What bands do you like,” he choked out when we got to HMV. I giggled. He was so nervous it was cute.

I answered, “A lot. The Hush Sound, Cobra Starship, Gym Class Heroes, Rise Against, Arctic Monkeys, Blink 182, The Cab, and a lot more.”

“I like a lot of those bands.” James confessed. “What’s your name?” He had a lot of courage to talk now.

“Rheagan. James what’s your name?” I giggled.

“James,” he chuckled.

“I wanted to get this old Underoath c-d. I’ve been meaning to get it for awhile.” He exclaimed.

“Define the Great Line or They’re Only Chasing Safety?”

“They’re Only Chasing Safety,” he answered enthusiastically.

“What’s your favorite song by them?” I questioned as we walked along the aisles.

“Some Seek Forgiveness Others Escape. Yours?”

“Some Seek Forgiveness Others Escape.” I repeated. Once we were at the t, u, v section I quietly and quickly searched for Underoath. Once I found them I grabbed two copies of They’re Only Chasing Safety and handed one to James.

“Do you plan on getting any other c-d’s?”

“Yes.”

“Like?” I questioned.

“From First To Last’s Dear Diary, My Teenage Angst Has A Body Count and Heroine.”

“I see. I want to get Bring Me The Horizon’s Count Your Blessings.” I replied. After we got the FFTL c-d’s we went to get BMTH’s c-d.

“RHEAG!” I heard a familiar voice shout. It was Alice. I waved toward her and she waved back skipping with Hayley and Bella toward us.

“Your friends?”

“Yes.” I responded.

“Hello,” Hayley greeted with a hand out.

James replied shaking Hayley’s hand, “Hey.”

Alice and Bella did the same thing afterward.

“Do you guys know each other?” Alice asked cluelessly.

“Uh we I uh” James was back to his same nervous self.

“We just met.” I simply explained.

“Oh…”

Project Drama [Part 9]

Recap: Faster… I had to run faster!

Katelyn’s P.O.V

I stopped a couple of times so I could catch my breath but I only stopped for two seconds. I had to beat Cody and Rochelle home. Or else… and I don’t think you’d want to anymore. I slammed the door open. There they were. Cody and Rochelle. My mouth hung open and Cody had a knife. Rochelle just sat there carelessly watching some soup opera.

“Where were you?” Cody asked gently. He didn’t yell his voice was almost a whisper.

My hands were shaking. The shiny knife looked very intimidating at this moment.

I stuttered, “S-s-school…”

He smirked. I very slowly took a step back. There were a lot of things he could do with that knife.

“I see.”

“W-What are y-you d-d-doing?” I stammered. It quickly came out, I didn’t expect to even think of saying it. In the corner of my eye I saw a glowy figure walking toward us. Rochelle…

“Katelyn why the fuck would you be at school now?” She yelled. I didn’t reply. Rochelle went beside Cody and they took another slow step forward. Rochelle had a boring and mean look on her face and Cody was still smirking.

“I-I forgot s-some school b-books…” I lied. Rochelle rolled her eyes in disbelief.

“Yeah, Katelyn – Katie,”

He was interrupted by a big bang on the door. I was too frozen to turn around and look. Cody and Rochelle eyes widened and then they both sighed.

“Why are you here early?” My mom snapped.

“Well, I thought Katie would want to come earlier.” Right away I knew who it was. It was Chris. My father. I loved him to death. I quickly turned around. I gave him a huge hug.

“So are you cooking Cody?” Chris asked him softly. I turned around facing Cody. Cody looked down in his hand, where he held his knife.

“Oh, yes.”

“Hmm… I see.” He replied dully.

“Well, Katie are you going to take anything with you?” He asked me. I shook my head.

“No, let’s go.” I answered.

When we arrived there Andy was at the door ready to welcome me. He was – well I guess you could see he was my brother. Soon to be step brother.

“KATIE!” He yelled.

“ANDY!” I yelled back. He gave me a huge hug and I seen Chris smile and then quickly leave into the kitchen.

“Guess what Anabelle did?!?”

“What?” I questioned. A big smile spreaded across his face. You know that boring room you had to sleep in before?”

“Yes,” I remembered it. It was lime green, and had a twin bed pushed to the side of the room. Then there was a blue plastic chair in the other corner of the room. There was a little wood dresser beside my bed with a blue lamp that didn’t quite work. Then there was a huge white window.

“SHE RE DID IT! AND GUESS WHAT ELSE?!” He yelled.

My eyes widened. “There’s more?!”

“Yep,” he replied chuckling. “there is defiantly more! I have two more big – HUGE surprises for you!”

“WHAT ARE THEY?” I was overall excited, I usually hate surprises. They scare me.

“Let’s go to your new room first!” He said running up the staircase. I followed him. What I expected to be my dull room was – was actually amazing. The bed was pushed over to the middle of the wall and it was now a king-sized bed. It had brand new sheets, pillow cases, and blankets. They had black and red dots all over them. There were all my posters I collected since I was seven years old. My room was all filled up with HIM; The Academy is…, The Hush Sound, The Medic Droid, Hellogoodbye, The Medic Droid, Hellogoodbye, New Found Glory, The Medic Droid, Guns n Roses, Finger Eleven, Collective Soul, and The Medic Droid. The blue plastic chair was now gone and it was replaced with a new beanie bag. The beanie bag had comic designs all over it, it looked sweet! The huge window was replaced with – with two big doors. I ran to them nearly banging my head on the glass. I opened them and there was a nice patio. I had a perfect view of the ocean, and all the boats there. A new flat screen was imported in the wall, and the wooden dresser was still there beside my bed but with a red plastic lamp and it actually had a light bulb in it.

“Wow,” Was all I could say. Andy ran up to me and hugged me.

“I helped too but Anabelle did most of the designing and well – heavy duty work.” He explained. I chuckled.

“Thanks, Andy. Where’s Ana?” I asked gently.

He answered, “Went to go pick up my mom.”

I nodded my head. “I see. So where are all the other surprises?”

He laughed and then responded, “Right here,” he pulled out one white envelope.

“I didn’t even apply to college yet…”

He laughed again and then opened the envelope. Me being so dumbfounded it took me awhile to realize that they were concert tickets.

“Which band?” I asked.

“Hellogoodbye,” he said as he looked up to see my expression.

“Oh. Emm. Gee.”

“I got backstage passes too! Another one of Ana’s brilliant ideas.”

“ OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH! WERE GOING TO SEE HELLOGOODBYE LIVE! WHICH ROW, WHICH ROW!” I yelled. He looked down and grabbed the concert tickets. I stared him down.

“WHICH ROW!” I repeated.

“First…”

My eyes shot up.

“Are you ready for the last surprise?”

I nodded my head quickly. These were the best surprises I’ve ever had…

“Ana and I are going to Madsen High.” He exclaimed. My eyes widened.

“Get out!”

“Yeah, Chris and my mom thought it would be a good idea to transfer. They want us to be ‘real’ brother and sister.”

I nodded my head. “That’s going to be awesome! You can come in all my classes and – and OH MY GOSH!”

“Slow down Katie,” he chuckled.

Bella’s P.O.V

I have to say Jeremy was actually pretty good on Dance Dance Revolution. But I have had way more practice then he has so I was pretty much winning.

“I suck compared to you,” he admitted. I giggled.

“Yeah, you do. But you aren’t so bad.” I replied.

“Josh is here!” I spoke excitedly. He was here with Blair, Emily, Claire, Gerard, Pete, and Joe. I looked over my shoulder at Josh occasionally. I could still keep up with DDR. It was an easy song. It was I DO I DO I DO. Jeremy didn’t want to get schooled in Butterfly, especially in front of Emily so I went easy on him. I took one last step on the left, and then we were done the song. Jeremy got an C, and I got an A. It was the easiest song ever.

“Hey, what are you guys playing?” I heard a familiar voice. Mikey.

“What does it look like cupcake? DDR!” Jeremy said, probably angry over losing 7 times.

“Oh, I see.” Mikey responded.

“Want to play another round – “

“I DO!” Mikey interjected.

“I Do, I Do, I Do!” Jerms sang along. Mikey and I chuckled. Mikey went on the other DDR pad.

“Which song do you want listen to?” Mikey asked me. I shrugged.

“I don’t know… Crazy in love?”

He chuckled. “Sure.” I selected the song, and then in no time we were playing. He was good. No, he was great.

“Wow, you’re good!” I complimented him. He laughed.

“Gerard, Alice, and I always play DDR.”

“You guys have DDR?”

“Yes, you should come over and play with me – us sometime,” he answered.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

He ended up winning the song and a few songs after that. On every single song he played he got an A. I did too, but one of them I got a B because Alice came over and bugged us. We took a break because Alice wouldn’t knock it off and because everybody was playing laser tag right away. Mikey was sweating really badly. I managed to maintain all my sweat. I went over to the drink machines and bought two lemonades.

“Lemonade?” I offered Mikey. He nodded my head grabbing it and gulping it down. We both sat on the stool. Patrick was still playing Pac Man. He was overally obsessed with that game. Rheagan was with Blair, Emily, and Claire sitting down looking very bored. Gerard and Josh were playing air hockey. Joe and Pete were watching the ‘tense’ game. Hayley and Zac were finished playing Zombies in Motion and they were heading for Mikey, Alice, and I.

“Hey!” Alice greeted them. They waved come closer toward us.

“Are you guys excited for laser tag?” Hayley questioned. Alice nodded her head enthusiastically and Mikey and I shook our heads.

“I AM!” He replied, not really caring about our answers.

There was a loud microphone noise. “Testing, testing,” it was obviously the guy from the front desk. He was speaking in microphone.

“Sorry, about that folks. Are you guys ready to play laser tag?”

I felt like a little kid.

“Yeah,” we all chanted.

“Then please go in an old fashioned line right behind that door,” he spoke in the microphone pointing to a large black door. Everybody ran to the door. We got the laser guns and wore those weird glowy costume things.

Hayley’s P.O.V

Laser tag was the boring game I’ve ever played. Maybe it was just me? I totally sucked at it too. I don’t know how boys think it’s the most amazing game they’ve ever played!  Zac loved it. I pretended to like it… just for him. I put on my best ‘having fun’ look I could.

“You’re not having fun are you?” Apparently, he could see right through it.

“No, I’m fun Zac.” I lied.

He chuckled. “It’s ok if you don’t like it. A lot of girls don’t.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I don’t really like it.” I told the truth. He laughed with me.

“Zac can we go?” I heard a familiar voice. Alice.

Zac chuckled and then answered, “You guys can. I’m going to stay with the guys.”

Zac continued in a low voice, “I’ll see at Alice’s house later ok?”

“Are you sure you guys are coming over?”

“Yes, don’t worry.” He assured me. He gave me a promising smile and waved as he ran off to go play laser tag. I walked over by Alice. Rheagan and Bella were with her too.

“How about we go shopping?” Rheagan suggested. “I’ve been dying to get some new dresses.”

 “Why? Do you like a certain somebody…?” Alice winked.

Rheagan squinted her eyes. “No, I haven’t met anybody I really like… since Matthew.”

Bella rolled her eyes. “Don’t think about it Rheag. Let’s go shopping! I want to get a few c-d’s and stuff too.”

Alice and I nodded our heads.

There were a lot of famous designer brands in Newport Beach. In Wisconsin it wasn’t as this fancy. They didn’t have Louis Vuitton in Wisconsin. They also didn’t have Prada or Chanel in Wisconsin. I didn’t really like them anyway but Rheagan (the fashion freak) made me buy like everything. My mom would be so proud. They had Hot Topic. Thank God. In Wisconsin they had Hot Topic but this one was WAY more pro. Rheag wasn’t too excited going in there. I laughed at that fact.

“OH MY GOSH THEY GOT THE THRICE BAND TEE’S HERE! IN WISCONSIN THEY HAD NONE!” I freaked out. Rheag sighed. Bella and Alice rolled there eyes.

“Oh! Hello Kitty,” Rheag sang happily as she took a Hello Kitty neck hoodie. (http://www.hottopic.com/hottopic/store/product.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374302028401&PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524442169981&bmUID=1201707209352)

“Simple Plan!” Alice screamed. Bella just stood there helplessly bored. I laughed.

“I’m really thirsty, guys. I’m going to go get a drink from Orange Julilus. Come and meet me when you’re done shopping guys ok?”

We all replied at the same, “Kay.”

“Let’s go to the c-d store!” Alice suggested as we purchased our items.

Rheagan’s P.O.V

I skipped to the food court. The Mall had A&W, Diary Queen, Subway, Chili’s, and Orange Julius. Once I spotted Julias I sprinted to it. I stood a little back from the counter. I read the ‘Julius Originals’ on the menu. Lemon Julius, Bananarilla, Blackberry, Strawberry Banana, Tripleberry, Tropical, Raspberry Julius, Peach Julius, Mango Julius, Pineapple Julius, and Pina Colada. I walked up ahead to the counter and told the boy my decision, “Lemon Julius, please.”

“O-Ok.” He stuttered. You could tell this was his first day on the job. Once it wall all made his slowly place it on the tip of my finger causing it to fall on the ground. He was so shaky…

His face turned blood red. “Oh my, I’m s-s-sorry!” He apologized stammering. He came around the counter with a towel and spray thingy. He sprayed the yellow mess.

“D-do you w-w-ant a free one?” He offered. I giggled and shook my head.

“No, I’m good thanks.”

“O-ok. Do y-you w-want a free o-one?” He repeated with a frightened expression.

“Actually, come to think of it I do want a free drink.”

“Which kind?”

“What kind do you like?” I asked him giggling.

“Bananarilla,” he answered with a smile appearing across his face.

“Then I want a Bananarilla!”

He nodded his head making the smoothie. As I waited for him to make the Bananarilla I looked at his name tag. James. Once he was done making the Bananarilla he handed it to me. I simply shook my head.

“You get it.”

“No, I – I no.”

“Yes, you get it.” I insisted. He smiled and took a sip of the Bananarilla.

“Can you take a break?” I asked giggling. He scratched his neck uncomfortably.

“Uh yeah,” he confessed.

“What bands do you like?” I asked randomly.

“All Time Low, Bring Me The Horizon,”

“GREAT!” I interrupted. “Let’s go to HMV!” I suggested.

“Uh maybe I”

“Let’s go.” I said taking his hand. His hand was shaking. He was more nervous then Patrick.

HMV wasn’t so far away from the Food Court. James ran into a few people on the way and so did I.

“What bands do you like,” he choked out whe