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[You’re a stranger I know well, and not at all.]
Standing in front of me, in the flesh, was William Beckett. Oh how I wanted to just ask him where in the world he got the nerve to come here. But I was too much in shock in how he looked. His long hair was cut and choppy. His hair was dyed so black it was purple. That was the only change in him. But he was outrageous as always. “What a small world.” William smiled. I took the cake from his hands and went to the kitchen and slammed it unto the tile counter. He took his finger and swiped a little of the frosting off the cake. “Cheer up buttercup.” He said his tongue clicking as he said every word. He wiped the green icing unto my face just as he was licking it off I elbowed him in the crouch. If you can’t tell William and I have somewhat of a past. He fell to the floor and I stepped over him to get the door a second time as the bell rang again. “Hey Roe. I can see up your dress.” Will yelled in pain after me. I ignored him. At the door this time were Ryan, Keltie and Spencer. “Hola.” Ryan smiled. Keltie held up a ruby wine bottle. “For the adults.” She laughed. She always made sure to announce I was younger than her. Mostly because she always thought I wanted Ryan. Spencer rolled his eyes a bit and her stale joke. He stepped in and gave me a hug. “Food’s out back. Spencer.” He stood at mock attention. “If anybody comes answer this door. I’ll be back in a few. I need to get ready.” “What do you mean ready? You’re wearing a dress.” Spencer whined wanting to get out back. “I want to wear the dress I brought for this party.” I laughed at Spencer’s guy comment. I rushed upstairs and I grabbed my dress from where it lay on my bed. I simply slipped it on the lime dress and put on my earrings and other add on’s. I got the feeling of someone behind me and the door shut. “Can I talk to you?” Talk about shooting first and taking names later. I took a seat on the edge of my bed. . . [Everybody here is. Popping pills] ____I know what you mean.__ I likea to (attempt)lurk the boards *creepy laugh* Myspace: myspace.com/713ok last name: jw |
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that wassssss goooooooooooooooooooooood!
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wowzas again just kicking the worlds ass with your writing.
god i love this story i just cant explain how much i love this story you have to get published i see a future with you happy and having written many best sellers that the whole world (especially me)will have read my name tiz currie or curreh or triple three or curtastrophe...whatever you prefer I've been adopted by Shanzy she is my protector togeter we make one whole 666 packege of evil so WAHPAH!!!!! i tiz in teh puhrade nao! ^_^ every time you can has god kills an lolcat  [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth  [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth  [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth |
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my name tiz currie or curreh or triple three or curtastrophe...whatever you prefer I've been adopted by Shanzy she is my protector togeter we make one whole 666 packege of evil so WAHPAH!!!!! i tiz in teh puhrade nao! ^_^ every time you can has god kills an lolcat [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth |
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my name tiz currie or curreh or triple three or curtastrophe...whatever you prefer I've been adopted by Shanzy she is my protector togeter we make one whole 666 packege of evil so WAHPAH!!!!! i tiz in teh puhrade nao! ^_^ every time you can has god kills an lolcat [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth |
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Pete Wentz. And the story would of took a horrible turn. ____I know what you mean.__ I likea to (attempt)lurk the boards *creepy laugh* Myspace: myspace.com/713ok last name: jw |
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Monroe’s POV
I took a seat on the edge of my bed as Jon walked toward me. “Let me guess what it’s about. Will right?” I asked. He nodded. “Jon. . .do you even know how pissed off I am at you right now.” I asked. “I know, I know-“ He said in his hushed voice. Waving his arms, motioning for me to calm down. “Obviously you don’t know! Cause who was at the door tonight! William fucking Beckett! You of all people go behind my back-“ “I didn’t go behind your back! He needed a place to stay while his band was in town.” “I think if he could blow his money on designer drug and clothes. I think he could shell out some money for a five star hotel.” I yelled slipping my purple pump on. “He’s not staying here Jon. End of story.” I stand and my dress falls back into shape. I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. Ry was sitting on the kitchen counter, staring into a wine glass like he was reading tea leaves. I leaned on the sink across from him, the cold metal of the sink, sending a cool numbing feeling through my fingers and hands. If only that feeling would spread more. Finally Ryan broke the silence I was soaking in at the moment. “What’s with Will here?” he mumbled. He had a very confused look on his face. “That’s something I really don’t want to walk about at this time.” I laughed, tears shaking my voice. “Oh.” Was all he said, letting us sink back into silence. After a while he slid off the counter and walked to the sink. As he poured the wine and it twisted down the drain, he turned toward me. “Do you need a place to stay?” He asked. “Cause I know you, and the whole thing with Will . . . and I don’t want you to be put through that again-“ he descended into one of his worried induced rambles. Luckily the bell rang and I rushed off to go get it. ____I know what you mean.__ I likea to (attempt)lurk the boards *creepy laugh* Myspace: myspace.com/713ok last name: jw |
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Brendon’s POV
A girl opened the red door of Jon’s house. And this girl was the girl from the mall. Monroe. And I was never so sure, so aware; I had an actual beating heart till now. My new found heart was pounding like a wave of kick drums in my chest. My eye’s met her’s, But not fully. Her coke bottle green eyes were hid by the gloss of tears. The spiders of heartache had begun to leave their red webs in the withes of her eyes. For once, and finally I was here. And she was there. In front of me. And she couldn’t even clearly see me. And she was too sad for me to even try to find a place in her life. She cleared her throat and put on a crooked smile. “Are those for the party?” She asked motioning toward the flowers in my hands. The flowers I totally forgotten I had. “Oh yea . . . for the party.” I held them out for her to take. When she did take them her fingers brushed over mine. And I started to feel warm, from her cold touch. I noticed how her eyes got a little bit brighter as she examined the flowers. Monroe’s POV “Or for you . . . you can have the flowers. They’re the kind of flowers you can eat. Which is cool.” Brendon stuttered out again. “Or you can put em in water and put em in your room next to your bed. They smell really nice.” He was a rambling, stuttering mess. I laughed to myself. I guess I just brought that out of people. “I will. Thanks. . .” I pretended to not know his name. And it was oddly easy to do, to pretend not to know a name that’s forever at the top of my lungs. “Brendon. Brendon Urie.” He grinned. “You’re Monroe right?” He asked. I nodded and gave him a little applause and he gave a little bow. “I’m surprised you know my name.” I confessed. “Not a lot of people know me.” He turned a shade of crimson. “Well. . .Ry talks about you off and on.” ____I know what you mean.__ I likea to (attempt)lurk the boards *creepy laugh* Myspace: myspace.com/713ok last name: jw |
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prettyodd333 thanks!!!!
you're awesome!!!! and i'm glad you all love this story so much!!! ____I know what you mean.__ I likea to (attempt)lurk the boards *creepy laugh* Myspace: myspace.com/713ok last name: jw |
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I LURVE IT.
Dude, is there seriously a kind of flower that you can eat? I need to get me some o' those. |
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yea there are!!! I saw it on food network. ____I know what you mean.__ I likea to (attempt)lurk the boards *creepy laugh* Myspace: myspace.com/713ok last name: jw |
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Monroe’s POV
[no one could ever look at me like you do] I sat at one of the garden tables Jon had set up for the party. I sat mostly focused on the color of the grilled vegetables on my plate. I included myself into the conversation once or twice. But the whole time I could feel a pair of eyes focused on me. These eyes belonged to Will. I could tell he wasn’t looking at me just to look at me. He was planning where to put the pitfalls. He’s a horrible human being. He used to be litters and stylish. Now he just litters his veins with drugs and covers it up with bandanas. And right now, at this instance he’s craving another hit. He was twitching his foot and tapping his fingertips madly upon the table. I pushed my plate away from me as the memories of Will and I’s relationship made me sick, I stood up. Brendon’s POV “I’m gonna go to bed. I have work tomorrow.” Monroe announced standing. “Why? The party just started.” Ryan fussed. I looked up at her. Her body waving as she tried to stand still. “Sorry Ry but I’m not really feeling well. And I’m tired. So goodnight.” She said dishing out her reason, then walking off so she didn’t have to be begged to stay. “Is she gonna be okay?” I asked the table. “oh yea. She just hasn’t been sleeping well lately. But she’ll be fine.” Meredith smiled reassuringly. Later on I sat cross legged on the grass lining the pool during dessert. I couldn’t think about anything other than Monroe. And I was worried. She just left out of nowhere. I could tell she felt sick and on top of that she was sad. Those are deadly combinations. I looked up toward the sky and prayed upon a star. I prayed she wasn’t so sad next time we’d meet. And I prayed that she’d get a goodnight sleep, After I was done with the star I opened my eyes and looked across the crystal pool. My eyes found Jon and Meredith sitting together in a lawn chair. Meredith had fallen asleep holding Jon’s hands in hers. He kissed her ear every now and then. Wishing himself into her dreams. Where I was sure he already had permanent residency. I looked away toward the grass under my legs, then back up at the sky. But the empty moonless sky pulled at my heart. The one I had just regained that night. And the emptiness returned to eat at me. Tears burned at my eyes. I didn’t want to breakdown or cry here. Especially tonight. I quickly waved my goodbyes to everyone than took my exit. At home I myself couldn’t sleep, I stayed up all night trying to think of remedies for sleep to help Monroe. [like i'm something worth holding onto] ____I know what you mean.__ I likea to (attempt)lurk the boards *creepy laugh* Myspace: myspace.com/713ok last name: jw |
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I love this more than words can express.
The way you write, it's so beautiful and poetic. I could go on about it--but I don't think I will. You are amazing. I can't wait for the next update. ^_^ |
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again i just fucking love you!!!! your writing is slowly eating at my heart i just cant describe in words how much this story actually means...
my name tiz currie or curreh or triple three or curtastrophe...whatever you prefer I've been adopted by Shanzy she is my protector togeter we make one whole 666 packege of evil so WAHPAH!!!!! i tiz in teh puhrade nao! ^_^ every time you can has god kills an lolcat [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth [br]Feed Me![br]Adopted from Valenth |
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