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	      <title><![CDATA[I know that I'm blogging to no one...]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<h2>I just thought i'd say hello! How's everyone going???</h2>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>xxdearmiaxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2011-07-10T13:18:29Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Yeah.]]></title>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<h2><span style="color: #00ff00;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;">So I'll probably on here more now. I've just been lazy and dumb...</span></span></span></h2>
<h2><span style="color: #00ff00;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;">Gahh....</span></span></span></h2>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #00ff00;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;">So comment, and buzz and stuff!!!</span></span></span></h2>
<p><span style="color: #00ff00;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;">Love ya!!!</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #00ff00;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif;">Mia</span></span></span></span></span></p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>xxdearmiaxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2010-11-26T16:23:29Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Take the Pain Out Of Love and Then Love Won't Exist (Chapter 2)]]></title>
	      <link>http://xxdearmiaxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/7660891/take-pain-out-love-then/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><img src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/imgx/1/2/7/8/7/7/2/1/orig-12787721.jpg" /><br />Chapter 2</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I stepped outside of the airplane, following Gabe. He was different...his attitude had changed on the plane...he was getting a lot more carefree and happier. It was cute though, and his mood was affecting mine...I felt relived to be away from Joe and Zach. And I would be for a couple weeks, until Joe decided to meet me at one of the stops on the tour.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now of course he had done just about everything to keep me from going...he had been extremely pissed...but I was hoping it'd be worth it.&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Come on, Audrey!" He pulled me through the crowds of rushing people to baggage claim. We had so much musical equipment it would take forever to pack up the bus, which was supposed to be meeting us here and taking us all to the first stop.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Now," Gabe said as he stood near me at baggage claim, "Tonight, we're going to party. And you are going to participate. We don't start the shows until tomorrow, so we can be carefree and act like idiot. It's going to be a big family reunion. And I can't waiit for you to meet everyone."</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I smiled. "Oh Gabe, you know me. I'd rather be watching the party on a TV monitor in my room."</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well, it's going to be a bunk now." He chuckled.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The luggage carousel started moving. I saw my two bags and black guiatar case, and all of Gabe's stuff come out first.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I'm stocked!!" He sang as he pulled his stuff off the conveyer belt.&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I giggled.&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Aww, look at Audrey. You're happy!" He teased. "I'll find you a better man than that sissy you have now."</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I laughed at the comment that normally would have pissed me off and made me defensive. "I'd like to see you try."</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It's a deal, if someone better comes along you owe me 20 bucks."</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"It's a bet." We shook on it.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Come on, I see Ryland over there. I bet the rest of them are waiting!"&nbsp;</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">**********************************************</span></span></p>




<p><span style="font-size: large;">Well, I dissapearred for awhile there. And I'm sorry!!!!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;">:[ I'm so unmotivated. I can't gauruntee posting often, but I'll try my hardest to do a chapter every few weeks. Me and my hectic schedule...yeah right. I'm just a lazy-ass xD</span></p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>xxdearmiaxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2010-11-24T16:03:40Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Take The Pain Out Of Love And Then Love Won't Exist [Chapter 1]]]></title>
	      <link>http://xxdearmiaxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/7156651/take-pain-out-love-then/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong>Chapter 1: Out Of The Box</strong></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">**Audrey's POV**</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I tripped and fell down, hearing his cackle from behind me.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Get up, you whore.&rdquo; Joe laughed dryly, his tone rude and mocking. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I sobbed, using the wall to stand up, keeping my back towards him. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Promise to never talk back again?&rdquo; Joe grabbed my and yanked me towards him harshly. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;I never will again.&rdquo; I promised, and my voice cracked. I looked down.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He slapped me across the face.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Look me in the eyes, bitch.&rdquo; His grip on my arm became tighter.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I trembled as I lifted my eyes to meet his. &ldquo;I promise.&rdquo;</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Good.&rdquo; He smiled devilishly, before shoving me down.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Bleep Bleep Bleep</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I woke up, breathing heavily. My alarm was going off. I slapped my hand on it until it turned off. Nightmares. Gah. I hated them. But it didn&rsquo;t matter; they were no different from reality.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Joe was my &ldquo;Boyfriend&rdquo; - whatever the hell that was supposed to be. He beat me and abused me, so in my mind, he was more of a monster. I was terrified of him. He was the reason why my life was horrible, he was the reason I wanted to die. He was what made me tread the fine line between insanity and suicide. I&rsquo;d been putting up with it for almost two years. </span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Most people would tell someone, right? And I would&rsquo;ve, but he had threatened to kill my family and friends if I did. And although I didn&rsquo;t have much of a family, it was my one friend who mattered. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gabe Saporta was the only real friend, or any type of care and comfort that I had. He was the only person I trusted, and without him, I&rsquo;d be dead. I had met him in a store, looking for music. We had bonded over The Cure. That had been about 3 years ago.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I stood up and walked into my bathroom, and I brushed my hair and teeth, and changed into some jeans and a hoodie. I was supposed to go over to Gabe&rsquo;s later today, but it was 9:00 AM now, he wanted me over at around 2. He was the lead singer of a band called Cobra Starship, and he was leaving on tour this weekend, which meant I wouldn&rsquo;t see him for the whole summer, and that would make things even worse.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*************************************************************************************</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I stared at what had been my lunch. I flushed the toilet and went to brush and floss my teeth. Then I used mouthwash. I knew it was bad for me, but I only did it once or twice a day. I wouldn&rsquo;t call it an eating disorder, as I only did it when I was under a lot of stress. Which was always nowadays. But nobody knew, so I didn&rsquo;t have to worry. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My cell phone rang loudly, interrupting me from my thoughts. &ldquo;Hello?&rdquo; I asked as I picked it up.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Hey Audrey&rdquo; Gabe&rsquo;s familiar voice reached me. <br /><br />&ldquo;Are you coming over? I leave in two days and I really need to talk to you.&rdquo; He sounded busy.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Yeah I&rsquo;ll be over in a couple minutes, is that alright?&rdquo; I asked.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Perfect.&rdquo; He answered. &ldquo;Love you, babe.&rdquo;</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Love you too, Gabe.&rdquo; I smiled, and I wished he was here. He always asked me why I didn&rsquo;t smile.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I never told him why. I knew he was worried about me, too. Gabe always watched me closely. He knew I had Joe, but he didn&rsquo;t know what Joe did to me. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gabe only lived a couple minutes away. I walked downstairs, and grabbed the cars keys. I saw my older brother, Zach, making out with his girlfriend/whore, Lane on the couch. Gross.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Go away Audrey.&rdquo; Zach looked up, glaring.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Yeah, go away you little bitch.&rdquo; Lane said.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;This is my house,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Lane. &ldquo; Just because Zach pays you to be his girlfriend doesn&rsquo;t mean you own the place.&rdquo; I cocked my head.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lane opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Fuck off, Audrey.&rdquo;Zach hissed.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Maybe someday you&rsquo;ll regret saying that." I shrugged before walking out to the car. I drove to Gabe&rsquo;s house.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When I got there, I sighed. I would miss him so much this summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I knocked on his front door.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Hey Audrey.&rdquo; He smiled as he opened the door.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Hey Gabe.&rdquo; I smiled back.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me in a huge hug. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Can we talk?&rdquo; Gabe asked, awkwardly.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Sure,&rdquo; I said, confused.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;This way,&rdquo; He walked me into his kitchen. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He house is always a complete disaster area. They&rsquo;re<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>always clothes and stuff everywhere, but it didn&rsquo;t look so bad, today.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;What&rsquo;s wrong?&rdquo; I ask when I sat down.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Well, we just got a new tour bus, and it has an extra bunk, and well, I was wondering if you wanted to come with us.&rdquo; He said.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I sighed in relief.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;What?&rdquo; he asked.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;I thought you were going to propose to me&rdquo; I laughed.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He laughed out loud. &ldquo;Audrey, you know I would never freak you out like that.&rdquo;</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;I know. But about the tour, I just don&rsquo;t know-&ldquo;</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Come on Audrey. I really miss you when I&rsquo;m away, and I want you to see what it&rsquo;s like. I can even teach you some stuff, and there would be so many job opportunities to see, so many people you can meet&hellip;.&rdquo;He trailed off. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I sigh, weighing my options.&rdquo;What about Zach and Joe?&rdquo;</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;They&rsquo;re big boys they can handle themselves. They can come visit on the road or whatever. &ldquo; Gabe said quickly.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I bit my lower lip. &ldquo;You know I&rsquo;d love to, but-&ldquo; Something snapped inside of me. &ldquo;You know what? I&rsquo;m going. When do we leave?&rdquo;</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;Now that&rsquo;s what I&rsquo;m talking about!&rdquo; Gabe smiled, then hugged me.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*************************************************************************************</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I stood beside Gabe at the airport, waiting for our flight to board. The first stop of the tour was in New York.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Joe had been extremely pissed with me, and he beat me, but it was worth it. I would get some freedom, and live life a little. I smiled t myself. For once I felt happy, I felt at home. </span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;We are now boarding flight number 2234 to New York.&rdquo; A voice came over the loudspeaker.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&ldquo;That&rsquo;s us.&rdquo; Gabe looked at me. &ldquo;Ready?&rdquo;</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I nodded. &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s go.&rdquo; I picked up my bags and smiled at him as we walked to the gate.</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">******************************************************************</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">OKay so for whatever reason the banner didn't work grrr...</span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">C<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">hapter 1 Comment Buzz and stuff....how'd yah like it??...sorry it took me so long..lol</span></span></span></p>
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Love - Mia</span></span></span></p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:date>2010-06-19T12:22:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <description><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">WELLLLLLL. I don't exactly have Chapter 1 completely written up yet... :[ </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">BUT! I have some character pictures...</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">SOOOOOOOO...</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">William (Obviously!!) :]</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img src="http://lizilla.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/william-beckett.jpg" alt="" />&nbsp;Yess. He is very attractive :]]</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gabe!!</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/uPoNKOG7kocy2gdgg6cCZZzyo1_500.png" alt="" />Okay so I just found this picture, and I have classified it as the cutest thing everr...haha.&nbsp; I mean honestly....how can you look at this and not think it's adorable ??? Anywayyssss</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Audreyy:</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img src="http://wilkojunior.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/mars.jpg" alt="" />Yeah, soo I basically used Mars Argo becuase she's disgustingly pretty and Audrey is supposed to be really pretty toooo. Except she's supposed to have longer hair. And look a bit sickly(But we'll talk about that later) :]</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><img src="http://arbitraryandfanciful.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/situation1.jpg" alt="" />Haha. Joe Geoffreys. YEAH! THE SITUATION!! Hahaa. xD But hes a douchebag and so is Joe Geoffreys. He's a tad old...but whatever..haah xD</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">SOOOOOO That was it... for the main characters...If there's anyone else I'll add them in later.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I might not be able to post for like....another week because I'm going on vacayytionnn! :] And usually I take a nice hiatus from the interweb :]</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="font-size: medium;">so comment and buzz and stufff :}}</span></span></p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>xxdearmiaxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2010-06-02T15:55:00Z</dc:date>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>PROLOGUE: Down &amp; Out</strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*AUDREY KATHARINE DENNIS*</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As far as love goes, there's only been pain. In fact, I can't recall a time there has ever been love. I only know pain. And not just emotional pain, but physical pain, too. I've been through alot. And my one source of comfort, the person whome I trusted my life with, was hardly ever available. And he didn't know the worst of what happened behind locked doors. I couldn't imagine what he'd do if her found out. I didn't want to imagine what he'd do if he found out.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;">&nbsp;I wanted somebody - needed somebody to be there. Because pretty soon I was going to lose it. As far as answers go, I couldn't come up with anything besides suicide. The horror would take over my life. It wouldn't matter once I was gone. Nobody would care. And that, that was what hurt the most. It ate me alive, tore me apart. There was nothing left. And pretty soon...my will to survive wouldn't exist either. And the only thing that kept it together was him.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em>"Always up or down, never down and out. You dream of demons while you sleep that make you stutter when you speak. Speak now or forever hold your peace in pieces."</em></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em>Down and Out - The Academy Is</em></span></span></span></p>
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		  		  	<category>william</category>
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	      <dc:creator>xxdearmiaxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2010-06-01T13:11:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Technology is a Dead Bird :]]]></title>
	      <link>http://xxdearmiaxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/7060261/technology-dead-bird/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;">So, yeah. I'm just chillin at my grandma's house....and I've decided that I am nottt going to do a Jack Barakat story. Imma do a William Beckett one...so comment and shiz because I want to have SOME people reading it...lol</span></span></span></p>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>xxdearmiaxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2010-05-26T15:29:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Oh Jeez.]]></title>
	      <link>http://xxdearmiaxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/7056761/oh-jeez/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: large;">BLAHH!!</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Holy crap. I like...forgot about this place...</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">What happened was mi madre got me a FaceBook....and well...you know how that goes...</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I got addicted to Facebook....and never got on here....</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">WEll just recently I got my Facebook temporarily taken away...</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So I'm gonna be on here more... hopefully...</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">OoH! and I'm starting a new fanfic....I'm bored with this one. (Losing It)</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's most likely going to be about Jack Barakat from ATL...mainly because I love him :]]]</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">So basically school is almost over....</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">7 Days...Then vayy cayy tionnn. :DDDDD</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">Oh, and have you guys ever heard of Mars Argo??</span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">They are flipping ah-may-zinnggg!!! Like...no joke.</span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #00ff00;">You should listen to them... Hah </span></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So comment or whatever. what type of Fanfic do you want to see from mee??</span></span></span></p>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>mars argo mia</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>xxdearmiaxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2010-05-25T16:23:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Losing It Chapter 5]]></title>
	      <link>http://xxdearmiaxx.buzznet.com/user/journal/5577521/losing-chapter-5/</link>
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<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #993366;"><strong>Chapter 5: Whenever Things Get Good...</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*Brittany Hansen's POV*</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was Friday night and Chris was walking over to we could hang out. I was in the middle of drying my hair when Alex texted me.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ALEX MY BETCH!!!:</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hey Dolly! :) Want to go to movies w/ every1? Invite Chris 2.</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Brittany:</span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Already have plans w/ him.</span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ALEX MY BETCH!!!:</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">U 2 lovebirds! J Have fun. But STAY SAFE!</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Brittany:</span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">You're a douche.</span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ALEX MY BETCH!!!:</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, I am. Luv u 2 :)</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I rolled my eyes. Me and Chris had been getting that lovebird shit all week. It was really awkward whenever it was brought up. I didn't like Chris like that . . . well, at least I TRIED not to.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">About 20 minutes later I heard a noise. It was my obnoxious stepmom Olivia, babbling to someone. Gosh, I couldn't stand her/ She thought she could waltz right into my life and ruin it, which is what she'd been doing since I was 11.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'd lived with my grandparents, until I was five, since I was kind of an "oops" baby. My parents didn't want me, so I lived with my grandparents. Then, finally, my dad took me in, and we got along, until he married Olivia of course.&nbsp; It basically went downhill from there. I stopped spending time at home and stayed away from both my father and my stepmother as much as possible. Now since I had a driver license it was so much easier.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I walked down the stairs to see who Olivia was harassing THIS time, and heard this sentence coming from her mouth.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"-Never thought someone like Brittany could get a boyfriend but here you are-" She embraced Christofer, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, gosh, she was going to ruin everything. My life was officially over. What if he took her seriously? I could puke at the fake sugary sweetness in her voice. I cut myself off. I wasn't going to let this happen, I couldn't. I'd put up with it for too long.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Olivia, please leave Christofer alone.&nbsp; He doesn't want to be molested by a fifty year old woman." I knew she was only like 40, but I could care less. I continued walking down the stairway until I was standing in between Olivia and Christofer.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">"Watch your tongue you spoiled brat, if your father-"</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, okay, whatever." I cut her off "I'll be back by ten." I grabbed Chris's hand and bolted through the front doorway, slamming the door behind me. Wow, she pissed me off.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We walked back to the park, and I pretended the whole stepmom thing had never happened. We sat under the tree again, talking.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Do you like it here, Chris? I asked him.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I like it a lot." He replied, sighing in contentment.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well, you'll hate it soon." I giggled, only half-joking.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I couldn't hate it unless you weren't here!" he laughed. He had a cute laugh.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I smirked. "Do you move around much?"</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, my dad's job. He's always getting transferred. It really sucks."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I can't imagine. I've lived here my whole life"</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Really?" He sounded surprised.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well, except when I was younger I lived with my grandparents but that's whatever. It doesn't matter."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We sat in silence. I knew that comment ruined it. I didn't want to be telling him my life story after only knowing him for about one week. I wanted to hold his hand again like last night. It had felt so nice. . . but I didn't want to give him the wrong idea. So I didn't.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"What's up with your stepmom?" He asked suddenly. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"No, it's okay. I don't know where to start. I hate her, she hates me. I'm an outcast in that family." I say flatly. Not wanting to say anything more.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Ever considered living with your real mom?" He asked.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I've never actually met her."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Wow, that sucks."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You know it." Then I laugh. "Let's get out of here before I go depressed. Wanna rent a movie?" I ask.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Sure, sounds good." He smiles and takes my hand again.</span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;">Thoughts? This took awhile cause I've had alot of work...new chap up later this week.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;">Peace.Love.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;">Mia!</span></span></p>
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	      <dc:creator>xxdearmiaxx</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2009-12-05T14:19:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[Losing It Chapter 5]]></title>
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<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #993366;"><strong>Chapter 5: Whenever Things Get Good...</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">*Brittany Hansen's POV*</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It was Friday night and Chris was walking over to we could hang out. I was in the middle of drying my hair when Alex texted me.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ALEX MY BETCH!!!:</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hey Dolly! :) Want to go to movies w/ every1? Invite Chris 2.</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Brittany:</span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Already have plans w/ him.</span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ALEX MY BETCH!!!:</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">U 2 lovebirds! J Have fun. But STAY SAFE!</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">Brittany:</span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">You're a douche.</span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">ALEX MY BETCH!!!:</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="color: #0000ff;"><strong><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Yes, I am. Luv u 2 :)</span></span></strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I rolled my eyes. Me and Chris had been getting that lovebird shit all week. It was really awkward whenever it was brought up. I didn't like Chris like that . . . well, at least I TRIED not to.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">About 20 minutes later I heard a noise. It was my obnoxious stepmom Olivia, babbling to someone. Gosh, I couldn't stand her/ She thought she could waltz right into my life and ruin it, which is what she'd been doing since I was 11.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I'd lived with my grandparents, until I was five, since I was kind of an "oops" baby. My parents didn't want me, so I lived with my grandparents. Then, finally, my dad took me in, and we got along, until he married Olivia of course.&nbsp; It basically went downhill from there. I stopped spending time at home and stayed away from both my father and my stepmother as much as possible. Now since I had a driver license it was so much easier.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I walked down the stairs to see who Olivia was harassing THIS time, and heard this sentence coming from her mouth.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"-Never thought someone like Brittany could get a boyfriend but here you are-" She embraced Christofer, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Oh, gosh, she was going to ruin everything. My life was officially over. What if he took her seriously? I could puke at the fake sugary sweetness in her voice. I cut myself off. I wasn't going to let this happen, I couldn't. I'd put up with it for too long.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Olivia, please leave Christofer alone.&nbsp; He doesn't want to be molested by a fifty year old woman." I knew she was only like 40, but I could care less. I continued walking down the stairway until I was standing in between Olivia and Christofer.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;">"Watch your tongue you spoiled brat, if your father-"</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, okay, whatever." I cut her off "I'll be back by ten." I grabbed Chris's hand and bolted through the front doorway, slamming the door behind me. Wow, she pissed me off.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We walked back to the park, and I pretended the whole stepmom thing had never happened. We sat under the tree again, talking.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Do you like it here, Chris? I asked him.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I like it a lot." He replied, sighing in contentment.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well, you'll hate it soon." I giggled, only half-joking.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I couldn't hate it unless you weren't here!" he laughed. He had a cute laugh.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I smirked. "Do you move around much?"</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Yeah, my dad's job. He's always getting transferred. It really sucks."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I can't imagine. I've lived here my whole life"</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Really?" He sounded surprised.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Well, except when I was younger I lived with my grandparents but that's whatever. It doesn't matter."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">We sat in silence. I knew that comment ruined it. I didn't want to be telling him my life story after only knowing him for about one week. I wanted to hold his hand again like last night. It had felt so nice. . . but I didn't want to give him the wrong idea. So I didn't.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"What's up with your stepmom?" He asked suddenly. "Sorry, you don't have to answer that if you don't want to."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"No, it's okay. I don't know where to start. I hate her, she hates me. I'm an outcast in that family." I say flatly. Not wanting to say anything more.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Ever considered living with your real mom?" He asked.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"I've never actually met her."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Wow, that sucks."</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"You know it." Then I laugh. "Let's get out of here before I go depressed. Wanna rent a movie?" I ask.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: book antiqua,palatino;"><span style="font-size: medium;">"Sure, sounds good." He smiles and takes my hand again.</span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;">Thoughts? This took awhile cause I've had alot of work...new chap up later this week.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;">Peace.Love.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-family: comic sans ms,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #ff00ff;">Mia!</span></span></p>
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