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Originally posted by prettyodd333:
i hope you dont mind but your story gave me inspiration for a poem and im gonna write it here

I never thought I would see a rose as beutiful as he

blossoming out of shadow and woe

now everything is lost for he has dissapeared

now darkness has overcome us with screams of fear

we all miss the rose who we held dear

I like it. can i use it in the story?

“Where is my girl tonight I thought she was a gentleman.”

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Monroe’s POV
We raced against each other, trying to beat each other to win the shotgun seat of Jon’s car.
I won but I let her sit shotgun anyway, besides Jon was her boyfriend.
Getting out of the house always put me in a better mood.
We got to the mall and Meredith and I were trying on clothes.
It didn’t surprise me that both her and Jon disappeared into the dressing room.
I laughed a little and went back to the rack and looked for a new outfit to try on.
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I kicked at my feet as Ry and I waited for Keltie to appear from the dressing room.
I let out an annoyed sigh. I hated shopping.
Ryan shot me a look.
“Why the hell did you bring me?” I hissed defending myself from his glare.
“You needed to get out of the house and stop mopping around and feeling sorry for yourself.”
“Oh yea. How dare I feel sorry for myself!! How dare I take time to grieve for the fracture in my heart.”
“The fracture in my heart? Give it a break Brendon. I really need you to cheer up because now you’re a little angst poet at the drop of a hat. I feel like my position in the band is in danger.” He chuckled.
I looked away from him. I didn’t want him to know I was laughing too.
When I did look away a girl caught my eye.
She was smiling as she carelessly went through the clothes on the rack.
She had short, wavy black hair and a green summer dress on with a blue plaid shirt on top of it.
She looked familiar but no names came to mind .
I decided either or not to go up to her. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I wasn’t quite the picture of passing fancy.
I was wearing a wrinkled band shirt and stiff black jeans.
The hoodie I was wearing had food stains on the front, I hadn’t been eating much but when I did I was a messy eater.
The whole vibe I was giving off was, “I’m not over my ex.”
I should have been over her. It had been 3 months.
And these three months have been horrible. I have a huge problem with getting attached to things.
I let out another long sigh and stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry Ry I’m not going home. I’ll go to like the food court or something. Just call me whenever you get ready to leave.”
“Okay. Have fun.” Ry smiled and waved me goodbye.
I walked out of the mall and dug in my pocket searching for a cigarette.
I found on and lit it.
These were all that my ex left in my apartment when she left. Cancer sticks. And I’ve decided I’ll be done with her when I’m done with her cigarettes.
Ryan said I should throw them away.
But I can’t. Some of the cigarettes in the pack have lipstick on them. Like she placed them between her lips but changed her mind at the last min and decided not to smoke it.
I lean unto the building as I left the smoke to pass from my lips her name came to me.
“Monroe.” I smiled having a silent victory for remembering something.
Yea Monroe . . . psh. She was one of Ryan’s friends. I saw her all the time around Pete’s office. I think she worked there. She always had paint on her. I would get so nervous around her, I could never think of anything to say to her. And if I did I knew it wouldn’t hold her attention.
I started wondering what could happen if she noticed me. . .but I knew I barely scratched the surface of her world.

The song “forever young” started blasting out of my pocket.
Ryan was calling.
“We’re leaving. We’re you at so I can pick you up.”
“I’m out front.”
“Oh. . .and heads up Keltie has a surprise for you.”
“Oh. Okay. Thanks I guess.” I dropped my cig to the floor and stomped it out.

wow yayz im soooo happy an update!!!!! whoop!!!!

oh and yes you can use my poem didnt think anyone would like it that much but you do so yayz again...hmmmmmm god such an amazing story!!!!!

I was in that!!
lolz.
that was reallllly good.
I love how you write everything out.
if that made sense.
lolz.
(:

O_O
That's all I have to say.

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Originally posted by The Purple Thingamabob:
O_O
That's all I have to say.

is that a good or bad thing?

Who's POV was the last part of the update in?

I press my lips to a bottle
And I sing you a song.
You loved my voice till I said something wrong.
I take it back and throw a modern message out to sea.
I pray it makes it out to you. Wherever.
Cause you are still lost to me.

I named a star up there for you and i.
Follow it home.
Cause without you everything’s wrong.
I blow fog on a window.
And write love in the fog.
You loved my silliness.
Till I joked something wrong.
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Brendon's POV

I got home to my apartment and collapsed on my bed.
I curled into a ball with her pillow in my arms.
The lavender sent of her perfume still burned my nose.
Just as I was about to ease into sleep my phone rang again, it was Ryan.
“Did you open it yet?”
“Open what?”
“The present me and Keltie got you from the mall.”
“Oh that.’ I crawled out of the bed leaving the pillow behind and grabbed the brown bag off the floor.
I held the phone between my ear and my shoulder.
“So do you like it?” Ry asked.
“Do you want to talk to me or do you want me to open the freaking thing.” I asked struggling to open the small trunk.
“Relax.” Ry laughed.
I finally got the box open and I saw a purple corduroy blazer.
“What is this mess?” I laughed. I knew Ryan had picked it out.
“It’s a shirt. It’s better than what you were wearing today.”
“I like the clothes I wear.”
“I don’t have a problem with what you wear. I have a problem with the condition of your clothes. You make me look bad.”
“I’m depressed. What do you expect me to wear a gold shirt and a top hat?”
“There’s a party tonight, dress nice.”
“Party where?”
“Jon’s house. Everybody’s gonna be there. You need some people to talk to.”
“Who are you my social worker Ryan?”
“I’m your friend and I’m tired of seeing you down. The party’s at 7.” He said then hung up.
I lay back in bed


Monroe’s Pov
I was sitting in the lawn chairs at the back of the house. Watching him grill some food.
We’re getting ready for people to come for the party.
The flame from the grill adding more heat waves to the air.
When I started breaking a sweat I went inside to go get ready.
I heard a knock at the front door as I made the trek up stairs.
I made a u-turn and rushed toward the door.
There holding a mint green cake in his thin hands was.
Was.
Was.
Was.
My favorite worse nightmare.

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Originally posted by BdenIsLuv:
I was in that!!
lolz.
that was reallllly good.
I love how you write everything out.
if that made sense.
lolz.
(:

yea it makes sence. and i need to know what you look like for the next update.

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Originally posted by BdenIsLuv:
Who's POV was the last part of the update in?

Brendon still.

that was good!
I wanna know who her favorite nightmare es.

okay. . .

silver spoon vs purple rain.


pick one.
yes it has to do with the story.lol
Its gonna help me decide what guy is at the door.

Purple rain!!
Cause it says purple.
XD

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Originally posted by Luv.MoisheMax.:

quote:

Originally posted by The Purple Thingamabob:
O_O
That's all I have to say.

is that a good or bad thing?

Hahah.
That's a good thing.

quote:

Originally posted by The Purple Thingamabob:

quote:

Originally posted by Luv.MoisheMax.:

quote:

Originally posted by The Purple Thingamabob:
O_O
That's all I have to say.

is that a good or bad thing?

Hahah.
That's a good thing.

oh good. lmao. you scared me for a sec.