So I started a fic called Best Friends... but right now I am not into it, but I will try and update it later. So if you haven't read it you should and comment because I want to know if I should change things to become a better writer. For now I am going to start a new fic that I wrote. If you want to be in it let me know soon or I will go with the charecters I already have... Anyway. Here it goes. Comments would be greatly appreciated...

Prologue:

"Hey Mr. Hughes; how are you?" I asked, walking past his house in a fast pace. Dance practice was long and hard today and I was in no mood to look sweaty in front of people. Technically I just did at the studio for the past seven hours, but the other dancers were just as bad if not worse then me. That and the fact that I have bloody feet wrapped in electric tape from all of the spins on hardwood floors. Note to Self: Ask permission for dance shoes again. I don’t care if the floors we will be dancing on won’t allow shoes on it. Hopefully I would get a short and sweet answer from him.
“Good sweetie. Do you know who came to visit me yesterday?” He said as I walked to his front porch, obviously not going to get what I wanted.
“Who is that?” I said, trying to be polite. Mr. Hughes has been my neighbor for as long as I can remember and his wife passed away last year, leaving him to be lonely. The kids in the neighborhood are, in a sense, his kids. Basically he had us and his old Basset Hound Sam, but he doesn’t count because he, like his owner, is old as dirt.
“George Ross III.”

I WANNA BE IN ITTTT

AND I <3 RYAN BTW IF U NEED ANYONE

AND SOPHIA IS OVER (bden_aint_no_hollabackgirl) WANTS TO BE IN IT TOO AND SHE LOVES JON AND BDEN TOO

sorry for the spazzyness =/

I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THIS. <3 :]

...If you need anyone for Spin...;D

lol. It's ok I am like that all the time. Ryan is taken though. Sorry. But the rest of the guys are open. Also if you want to be in it I need a short description of you.

...Okay.

I'm not sure who the last part was directed to, but if it's fine with youuuuuuu, I like Spencah. xD

I'm Taylor, I have shoulder-length brown hair. I have natural blonde streaks and sidesweeped bangs. I wear glasses and...uhm...I'm shy. I love to read, write, draw, and listen to music. I'm always doing at least one. :]

ill have brenny

ill put my description up in a second

and can sophia have jon?

I think there is a part I can put you in that is coming up soon. Quick question though. How do you get adopted by someone???

my description:

Im Pippa, I have light brown hair that just barely goes past my shoulders i have grey/blue eyes and im 5'5 I really like dogs and tennis and i have a dog named scamp AND i am REALLY goofy and random, I love skinny jeans and v-necks and my toms (shoes) im very smart and i love science and medical shows (except for like the birth days shows D=)i make really funny, awesome facial expressions and i live (yes LIVE) to make people laugh

Go to the boardie adoption thread. (:

You don't have to, though, if you'd like to be adopted by me. xDDD

D:

I was beaten to it. xD

Could you do that Taylor??? lol I feel loved right now. HA I am at the dinner table eating with my laptop in front of me... the boards are addictive. I'll post some more in a second.

Ahaha okay. (:

Lol.

And I knowwwww, for a science extra credit thing we had to think of as many words as we could from 'Scientific Method', I used 'Fic' and 'Mod'. I couldn't help it. xD

And yay! :]

My friends call me an over achiever because I am doing really well in science....

Here's the first Chapter for ya. Thanks for reading it so far...

Chapter One:
Andie’s POV

“He said his band was on a break for a month and he is spending it at home.” My jaw must have fallen to the floor when he told because all he did was laugh that Santa Claus laugh of his. “He said he missed it back home and he asked me about you.”
“What did he ask?” There are never any easy ways to get answers from him.
“If you were still living here and if you were doing alright. He said he missed hanging out with you all the time. Boy I remember when you two would run around naked in the sprinklers together in your front lawn.” I laughed a little, rolling my eyes remembering our little “outings”. I remember my mom took a picture of Ryan, Spencer, and I one day. Their arms were around me and you could practically hear me through the picture yelling “ICKY!”
“What did you say after that?” I said, dropping my dance bag beside me and hopping up on the wooden railing. A hot breeze blew, causing leaves to rustle around the porch and the sun was beginning to say its final goodbye.
“I said you were living in an apartment down the street and that you are a beautiful dancer. You should go and visit him. He bought that fancy house near his friend fifteen minutes from here. I could give you the address.” He said handing me a piece of paper with Ryan’s handwriting on it. God I miss him.
“Thank you very much sir.” I said hopping down and trying my best not to start running home. My apartment came into view as I gave up and ran the rest of the way. Walking inside, a cool burst of air hit my sweating face. The Vegas air really was taking a toll on me. You’d think that living her most of your life would make you used to it, but sadly it doesn’t. Dropping my bag off near the door, I walked into my room and stripped down, stepping into the shower. The warm water ran down my body and relaxed my aching muscles.
There was so much stress lately at the studio. There was a band trying to get dancers for their tour so we have been practicing routines to show them so they can make the final decision in around three weeks. So we started at the basics three months ago and worked our way back up again every day since then. Recently, we began one dance per week, breaking it down as much as possible so that we knew it like the back of our hands. There are twelve of us and only four of us will go on tour so all of us are trying our best to work harder then the others, making it every girl for herself.
I turned off the shower and stepped out, walking to my drawers to get pajamas. I pulled out a sports bra, red lace underwear, and black shorts, then walked out to the living room for some high quality TV; Nickelodeon. There is nothing like watching cartoons to melt your brain after a long day. After about five minutes, I passed out, right there on the couch.