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carry on like your supposed to be.<br>
Get way, hurry up, come on.<br>
Get away, gotta get up and go."<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Catastrophe: Forever The Sickest Kids</span><br></div><p style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Nicole's POV</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Now that
I've gotten over the obstacle of telling Kel, Bee and Sheen, I couldn't get my
mind to concentrate on anything else. My mind was consumed at all times
worrying about my parents and their reaction. I was turning 18 and so I had to
make my own decisions- if not now, then when? Exactly. However much I coaxed
myself, I couldn't get myself to pick up the phone and call home. I wasn't
afraid of their reactions. No. I already <b>knew</b> what their reaction would
be. They would be angry and mad and would want to kill me for a little while.
But that would be over soon. Hopefully. I had to tell someone. My mother. My mom
would understand more than my dad. My dad would come to Baltimore and strangle
Alex with his bare hands. I couldn't risk that. No. I wasn't going to tell
them. I was so confused as to what I was supposed to do. I was sitting on my
bed staring hard at the sheets, clutching my phone tightly in my hand. That's
how Bee found me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm...Nic,
are you ok?" She asked me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Huh?
Oh yeah...No. I don't know how to tell them!" I exclaimed. I might as well
tell her that. She knew them, she knew how they would react. She knew why I was
worried.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Who?
Your parents?" She asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No.
My monkey. Who the fuck else would I tell?" I snapped.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">She
giggled. "Ha. I know. My bad. You <u>do</u> know you have to tell them
sometime! I mean, I'm sure they'll notice if you never come home."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.
Eventually." I said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Have
you gone crazy?!" She said, sitting down across from me. "You <b>have</b>
to tell them!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Dude.
Have you <b>met</b> my parents!? Bad question. You have. But you know what
they'll do! They'll freak!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah,
I know. But Nic...you have to do it. You're not coming back. You have to tell
them." Bee said, stating the obvious.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
know! I just...can't bring myself to do it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Do
it now. Get it over with. They'll be mad, but they have to accept your
decision. They have to." Bee said. I breathed in deeply.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
if my dad picks up?" I whispered, deathly afraid of what I was about to
do.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Then
you ask him to give the phone to your mom." Bee said, grabbing my phone
from my hand. She looked at me. "Are you ready? It's now or never, Nic."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yes.
No." I took a deep breath and sighed deeply. "Do I <b>have</b>
to?!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yes!"
Bee said firmly, holding out the phone to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Fine."
I took the phone from her outstretched hand and fumbled to my phone list and
found 'Home' and pressed send. I waited as the phone rang, my heart speeding
up. I looked at Bee while the phone rang and she held my hand and smiled
comfortingly. I think those 26 seconds lasted an eternity.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hello?"
Finally, my mom answered the phone. I opened my mouth to speak, but chickened
out last minute. I looked at Bee wide-eyed. She squeezed my hand and mouthed
"TALK!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hi
mom." I said in a small voice.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hi
sweetie." My mom said. "How're you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'm
ok. I have something to tell you..." I said, quickly. It was better to get
it over with quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
happened? Are you ok? Are you hurt? Did anything happen to the girls?" Her
voice was coloured with panic.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No!"
Irritation flowed through me. It helped decrease my nervousness.
"But...uhm...you're not going to like it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
happened? I'm sure it's fine." My mom said, her voice back to normal now
that I had confirmed no one was hurt.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm...well...funny
story. I don't know if I mentioned it to you...but I met Alex here in
Baltimore."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok.
So?" My mom was not following along.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Alex
<b>Gaskarth</b> mom! Yes- <i>that</i> Alex!" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh.
That's lovely, hunnie. I'm so happy for you." My mom gushed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Mom.
You don't understand. I didn't just meet him. I'm <b>going out</b> with
him!" I took a deep breath.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">There was
a silence for 20 whole seconds before my mom spoke again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Wow...How
did that happen?" She asked the dreaded question.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh
well...that's a long story. But uhm...he's asked me to be a merch girl." I
said, quickly and hopefully, painlessly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"A
what?" My mother asked, confused.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"A
merch girl. Someone who sells merch. You know- at concerts?" I confirmed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh.
So wait...you're going on tour with them?" My mom asked. I think the idea
that I wasn't coming home in a while was finally dawning on her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm...yeah."
I looked at Bee, who nodded encouragingly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole,
that's an extremely big decision. It concerns your future. Come back home.
We'll discuss it." My mom said, sounding stern, but not worried. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"There's
nothing to discuss. I said yes. Hear me out- Mom, I'm not going anywhere even
after I come back. I would probably get a random job and that's it- done. At
least this way, I have a sense of direction in my life."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole,
this is not something you should've sprung on us like this. I'm sorry. You have
to come home. We'll discuss it when you're back." My mother struggled to
control me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Mom.
I'm turning 18. In 5 days I'll legally be an adult. You can't tell me what to
do anymore. I'm not 3. This is <u>my</u> decision. It's my life. I want to do
this." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole...I...what
will I tell daddy?" My mother's voice got less and less friendly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh
sorry mom. That's your field. Just tell him I got a job and I'll be gone for a
while or something."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
can't lie to him! Nicole, I'm going to have to tell him the truth." My mom
sounded nervous.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Fine.
But...he'll get mad. Oh well. I think it's time for him to let go. I'm not a
little girl anymore." I said, gaining confidence now that I'd confessed.
"Anyways. I have to go. I'll call you soon. Bye mom. Love you." I
said, quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Bye
hunnie. Take care. I'll...tell daddy I guess." My mom said. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I smiled
before ending the call.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Bee
looked at me and smiled back. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yay!
Told you that you'd feel better once you did it." She said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah."
I grinned. That felt good. I felt like I hadn't truly enjoyed life the past
week because of the weight of this secret. Now that it was over, I felt so much
lighter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I felt my
phone vibrate against my leg. Looking at the caller id I smiled instantly. Bee
saw the smile and left me to talk in private.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey."
I said into the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hi!"
Alex said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Guess
what?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
told my mom that I'm coming on tour with you!" I said, sounding ecstatic.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"And...?
What'd she say?" He asked impatiently.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"She's
ok with it!" I exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Wow.
She's ok with you moving in with me?" Alex asked, kind of surprised.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...uh...yeah.
I kinda left out that part."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are
you serious?! Nic, when're you going to tell them?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
they don't know won't hurt them." I smiled cheekily.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bee's POV</span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I sat
here in a daze, confused beyond belief. On one hand, I really wanted to go to
London. This is what I'd picked out for myself. A long, long time ago. And then
came Zack- not that I was complaining. But he was making it so hard to make a
decision. I mean, when you get something you've wanted for a really long time,
you don't want to leave it. Exactly. I didn't want to leave. Long time ago, I
had promised myself that I would put my happiness before all others. That's
just the way the world works. Each person for themselves. I was getting way
off-topic. Anyways. The thing is...I can't leave Zack. Or at least that's what
I think. The last week was fast approaching. The concert is on the 21st and
we're leaving on the 28th. Or at least, that's what the original plans were. I
felt myself regretting everything I'd told Zack. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I thought
back to what I'd said...<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"NO!
Please no. Don't say anything. I don't expect you to. It's not realistic Zack.
Plus, I've got to go in a few weeks. I have a life I'm supposed to lead- in
London. I've already accepted my education there. And plus- my parents would be
horrified if I moved in with a guy before I was married. It just...doesn't
happen in my culture. So, as tempting as the offer would be...I can't. So don't
even ask yet. It would make me rethink everything and I don't want that."<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">But I
did. I <b>did</b> want that. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I
realized that now. I was half-hoping, in the darkest, most distant corner of my
heart that I would get to stay like Nic too. But that just...wasn't realistic.
Plus he wasn't ready either. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I
can't leave him.</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">
I realized. This was getting way too difficult. I knew where this was going. I
was getting so attached to him that leaving him would be almost impossible. I
would cry a million tears and be gone from his life- and he would forget me.
Now you see her...now you don't. I had to let go. Move on. The sooner I
started, the better, right? <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Somehow I
brought myself to thinking that this was right. That he would forget me as soon
as I was gone. That was ok though. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">We're
both in it for the memories.</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"> I reminded myself. It was not serious. We hadn't agreed
on that part. I hadn't planned that part.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I think
somewhere in this trip, the planning had gone askew. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I hadn't
planned to fall in love...<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Is that
what it was?<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Love?<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Oh no...<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">What do I
do now?<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Kel's POV</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was
shaken up by last week’s incident, but me and Robert were on quite a roll. We
hung out every single day, were on the phone most of the time we weren't
together and were just...generally happy. I could sit there for hours with him
and just pretend like there was no care in the world. Which is saying a lot for
me. I always had something on my mind. You know sometimes, you meet someone and
you feel like you've known them your entire life? That's the way I felt with
him. I felt like there was a connection or a bond that held us together. I felt
like it was keeping me sane. While I sat here in Robert's living room, in his
arms, staring at the movie playing on the screen my mind wandered. At home,
high school awaited. Yeah, for me it was back to the petty issues and
drama-filled gossip sessions. While Nicole headed out to live a dream of many
who desired the life of fast paced movement and Sheena and Bee headed to London
to complete an education that was far more fascinating than anything I was
about to do because it was London I was stuck in high school. I would kill to
be going away to university too. That way I would get Rob to myself for longer.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">In a
week, though, it would all come to an end. All this bliss. All this happiness-
gone. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I looked
at Robert.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Rob...I
think...we need to talk." I said, hesitantly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are
you breaking up with me, Kel?" He asked in mock seriousness<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I giggled
slightly. "Why yes. You're smelly and depressing. I just don't like
you!" I smiled up at him. He grinned back.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No...but
I really think it's time we discuss what's going to happen to us...in a
week." I swallowed and cleared my rapidly drying throat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Robert
nodded solemnly and sat across from me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm...yeah.
Well...I'm leaving in a week. So...but you already knew that. I just...yeah.
What do you think is going to happen?" I blurted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">He held
my hand and looked deeply into my eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Whatever
you want, Kel."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
do you mean?" I asked, my heart sinking. Was he actually thinking about
breaking up? I quickly shook off his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...I
think...whatever you want, I'll live with."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"But
Rob...I don't want...wait. Back up. What do <b>you</b> want? Do you <u>want</u>
to...break up?" I asked, worriedly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No!
Kelly! NO! But if...that's what you want...a break or anything...then well...I
guess...I don't know." Rob was stuttering and the more hesitant he was the
faster my heart beat. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">This
shouldn't have been that hard. All he had to say was "No Kelly. Of course
not! We'll make it work! You can graduate early and come to university with
me!" Instead, this was turning down a dangerous path.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"But
I don't want a break! I don't want to be away from you!" I sputtered.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You
don't?" He looked at me with a confused look on my face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Of
course I don't! Why would I do that? What we have is amazing! I wouldn't just
let go of that because I'm going back!" I said, slightly outrageously.
"How could you think I'd be strong enough to do that?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
don't know. I was stupid. I know I could never do it. I can't be without you,
Kel. I love you way too much for that." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I froze.
He said those 3 words...<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">This
changed so much. I couldn't fathom what he had just said. I looked into his
eyes, searching for something I'd been looking for my entire life. And there it
was- staring back at me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I...I
love you too." I said back, emotion overwhelming me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I hugged
him tightly and we held on to each other as if our life depended on it. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was
wishing this day would never end. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So
I guess that means we're not breaking up." Rob said and I laughed because when
you're in love, you smile and laugh at every little thing as hope blossoms
inside you.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">Sheen's POV</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">The
chances of me getting to have my best friend come with me to England seemed
pretty slim at the moment. I had the room all to myself- once again. Nic, Kelly
and Bee were all out- with their respective boyfriends. What about me? I was
sitting here in the hotel room, on the laptop. In the 2 weeks I had been here,
I'd lost contact with the outside world. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Whoa.
There was a plane crash in Madrid 2 days ago." I talked out loud to
myself.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">It wasn't
like there was no newspapers here in Baltimore, it was just that I'd been so
busy having fun to keep in touch with reality. But it had finally caught up to
me. The reality was that somewhere in the world children were dying of hunger,
plane crashes were occurring and a war was being fought. Another reality was
that I might be flying to London alone if my best friend decided to stay here
in Baltimore with her boyfriend. I was trying to remain positive about the
whole thing. I was glad she'd found Zack- of course I was. She was happy and I
was happy that she was happy. But the negatives were weighing me down. If she
didn't come with me, I would be living in a new city all alone- a city where no
one knew me. I'm not going to lie, I'm nervous to live in a place like London.
It just seems so rich in culture. It was like the entire city was built just
for that purpose. To come and see and explore. I was ready for it. I was ready
to dive into the real world. I was done being protected by boundaries set by
parents who, although had my best intentions in mind, didn't really know what I
wanted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I wanted
to see the world. And London seemed like a great start. Oxford University. How
many people can say they studied there? I would be one of the lucky few who
would tag my name along with the prestigious institution. I was looking forward
to a whole new life. But without my best friend right beside me the whole thing
seemed kind of daunting. However friendly London was to strangers, that's
exactly what I was. A stranger in a new city. I couldn't do this alone. I
really hoped Bee would stick with me for my sake. And for hers. Her parents
would kill her. While I pondered over the issue in my mind I came to a
conclusion. If Bee was indeed not coming with me to London, didn't I owe it to
me and her to make our last week of being together in a long time worthwhile?<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">We
couldn't be living together forever but I'd never contemplated that I would
only get another week with her, possibly, before we went our separate
directions.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">That's
it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">All Time
Low’s concert was going to be flawless. I would make sure all the memories
would be perfect. This was a trip I wanted to remember the rest of my life.
During this entire time, the four of us hadn't really had any time all to
ourselves. That was going to change. This last week, I would make sure we were
all there for each other- before we each went a different direction- beginning
a new life. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span>]]></description>
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	      <dc:date>2009-01-08T17:49:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Know I'll Never Die Alone Because Of All Of You (Part 8)]]></title>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"><br></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"><br></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Nicole's POV</span><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">It's
time. For the past week I'd been battling with myself to tell them. It
shouldn't be <b>that</b> hard, right? I mean, I love Alex and he asked me to
move in with him. No big deal. It happens to other people, too! CM and Chintan
knew I wasn't coming back. I had to tell them before they left for Toronto.
There was a chance I wouldn't see them in a while, now. The weekend they were
here was so fun! They met everyone from All Time Low. They weren't as excited
as most people would be, but then again, their choice in music was questionable
to me. CM and Chintan both reacted differently.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Chintan
was hardly ever surprised at anything that happened around him. I swear the boy
is like a robot or something- hardly ever shows emotion. When I told him, he
just shrugged and smiled. CM on the other hand was kind of appalled that I
would take the decision so quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are
you serious?! Nicole, you've been in this relationship for like...a week now!
How can you just move in with him?!" He'd asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
don't know. I trust him. And it's not like I'm moving in with him. Not really.
He doesn't really live in a house most of the time. He's always on tour."
I had said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">In the
end, I'd convinced him. Really, it wasn't that hard. So...if CM and Chintan
were easy to convince, you'd think I wouldn't have a problem telling Kelly,
Sheena and Bee too, right? <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Sheena
was a fairly calm person, she would see eventually. But Kelly and Bee were
ruled by emotions, they would freak out. And that's exactly what I was scared
of. I decided to confront my fear. Worst case scenario- they'd be mad at me for
a few days and then they'd have to forgive me. They just <b>had</b> to because
I wasn't coming back with them. They wouldn't leave here without saying a
proper bye. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Kelly,
Bee, Sheena. I wanted to say something." I said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Sheena
and Bee were sitting cross-legged on their bed watching TV and Kelly was
getting ready to go on a date with Robert. I just realized Kelly goes out more
than me and Alex do. Maybe, she wouldn't be so hard to convince. Bee put the TV
on mute.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh
no. Don't do that. Put it up again. The silence just makes it harder to
say." I was panicking. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So...last
week..." I paused. This was way too hard.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Last
week...?" Bee prompted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...last
week...Alex...uhm...he asked me something." I continued. Geez. You have no
idea how difficult that was.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What'd
he ask?" Kelly asked curiously.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'm
getting there. This is difficult." I took another deep breath. "He
asked if...He asked that I should move in with him and go on tour with them as
their merch girl." I said really quickly without thinking too much.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I stared
at their faces in anticipation. I watched their facial expressions change from
curious and confused to surprised and appalled as it sunk in.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Wait...don't
be mad. He didn't force me. I said yes. I mean, you guys <u>know</u> how much
I've wanted this. You know that. And I just couldn't pass it up. And I mean,
I'm 18 now. I had no real plans for college or anything anyways. So...in a way,
this is <b>perfect!</b>" I looked around.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Have
you gone crazy?!" Bee finally asked, still looking shocked. "Nic, you
can't move in with him. You've only been going out for a week!" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"But
why would he ask me to move in with him if he wasn't serious?? I'm sure he
doesn't ask that of every girl! And he's asking me to go on tour with him! I'm
sure he doesn't tell every girlfriend of his to come on tour with him!" I
tried to convince her. The surprise was wearing off and suspicion took it's
place.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole,
have you given this much thought? This concerns your entire life." Kelly
spoke up from the corner of the room. She walked towards me. "And why're
you telling us this now? Why didn't you tell us before? A week ago?! Why didn't
you tell us?!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I was
scared." I admitted. "But I don't know why. I mean, it's not like
it's a bad thing. People get asked to move in with people all the time, right?
Why is this any different? Plus, it's not like I'm doing something wrong. This
is a great opportunity for me. This is what I really wanted to do in the first
place!" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"But
Nic, you have so much life to live. Don't you think you're tying yourself
down?" Sheena asked, finally.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No.
I've made up my mind. I really <u>really</u> want to do this. Really." I
assured them. "Please, you guys. I'm 18. I love Alex. This is a wonderful
opportunity. And this is what I want." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are
you <b>sure</b> about this?" Kelly asked finally after a short, awkward
silence.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Very.
More sure than I've ever been in my entire life. I want to do this more than
anything." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well
then, we can't really stop you. If you're sure..." Bee trailed off, still
frowning, showing that she didn't really approve. "I have faith in your
decision, I guess. I mean, it <b>is</b> your life." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Now it
was my turn to be shocked. I'd never thought they'd give in so easily. But I
guess I always knew, in the bottom of my heart, that my friends would stick by
me no matter what!<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I smiled
and went and hugged each one of them. Now that that was over...I had only one
more obstacle left. I had to tell my parents...Joy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Kelly's POV</span><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was not
in the mood to go out tonight, after the huge surprise Nicole had sprung on all
of us, but I couldn't turn down Robert. He could tell something was wrong
though. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What's
wrong? You're hardly talking..." He asked about 20 minutes into dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...nothing.
I mean...well, Nicole's decided that she's going to move in with Alex. He asked
her to do that and come with them while they're on tour as their merch person.
I mean...it just seems a little bit quick to me, you know. I don't want her to
get hurt. But she says she's happy and she's sure this is what she wants. And
in that case...as her best friend, I can't deny her happiness."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ah...but
do you really think he would ask her to move in with him or go on tour with him
if he didn't like her?" He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No...I
guess not."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Exactly.
Guys have a problem settling down and committing anyways, so if he's willing to
do that, I don't think you should really worry. Plus if this is something she's
really sure of, then you should be supportive." Robert continued.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah...I
guess so. Thanks Robert." I smiled and squeezed his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">The rest
of the dinner went by pretty quickly and was uneventful for the most part. When
it was over Robert decided to bring the car around to this side. It was chilly
outside and I was cold.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Stand
right here. I'll bring the car around." He instructed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I stood
on the curb, rubbing my arms up and down in order to stay warmer. It was a bad
idea to just venture out in a sweater. It was getting way too cold. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Winter's
coming early this year.</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"> I thought to myself. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I felt
like I was being watched. I began to jump at the smallest noises. There was a
dumpster on the curb and there was a street dog rummaging through it. I stood
still and listened to the eerie quiet around me. Suddenly, a guy crossed the
street and came towards me. He looked me up and down. I crossed my arms
protectively in front of me. I held on tightly to my phone and prepared myself
to dial 911 should the need arise.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">He nodded
in greeting to me and I looked away. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Don't
make eye contact. Don't make eye contact.</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"> I chanted to myself. I looked around for Robert.
Where was he? <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey."
The stranger spoke. "Are you waiting here for someone?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I nodded.
Bad move. He took that as an invitation to step closer and continued talking.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You
been standing here for long? Maybe they left. Maybe I should give you a ride.
What do you say?" He put his hand on my shoulder and stroked it
suggestively and I shoved his hand away. I felt an adrenaline rush and I kneed
him swiftly in the crotch and ran away, not looking back. I saw headlights
approaching me and I looked right into them, squinting. It was Robert's car. I
got in quickly and locked the door.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Kelly,
are you ok? You're shaking." He asked, concerned. As soon as he said that,
I burst out crying. I was hysterical, I must've been a sight to see. I was
bawling, rocking back and forth, replaying everything that just happened and
everything that could’ve happened again and again in my head. Robert held me
patiently, rubbing my back, soothingly, trying to comfort me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">When I
finally regained some control, I whispered in a shaky voice. "I want to go
home." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"But...are
you ok? Tell me what happened." Robert said, sounding more concerned by
the minute.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I told
him about the strange guy in the alley. He looked menacing as he opened his car
door. I grabbed his arm. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"NO!
Don't leave me, please. Please don't leave me here alone." I all but
shrieked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">He closed
the door quickly and held onto me. "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere.
I'm not letting anyone hurt you. C'mon. Let's get you back to the hotel."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Wait.
No. I don't want to go back to the hotel. I don't want to tell them yet!"
I panicked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Shh.
It's ok. Do you want to come over for a little while then?" He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I nodded.
He held my hand while he drove back to his apartment, making me feel safe.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was
safe.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Bee's POV</span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I woke up
the next morning, yawning. A good sign of what my night had been like. I hadn't
been able to sleep all night. I had tried to keep the tossing and turning to
the absolute minimum knowing that I would wake Sheen up. I had a strange
feeling in my stomach that something weird was happening. I hated that feeling.
Usually it meant nothing, and I was sure that it meant the same this time as
well. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. When I came out I looked
around at Kelly and Nic's bed. They were both fast asleep. Weird. I was never
up before Kelly. Ever. I looked at the clock. Wow. It was 7:47 a.m. No wonder.
Kelly had returned to the room at about 3:00 last night. I'm sure she was just
tired from the night before. Suddenly, she thrashed wildly. She was having a
nightmare, the poor girl. Before I could think of what to do, she sat up in her
bed with a start. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Kelly...are
you ok?" I asked. She looked around the room for a bit as if trying to
remember how she got here. I stood there, worried, not knowing what to do. Then
she burst out crying. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh
my gosh." I ran to her side. "Kelly what happened??!" I shook
Nicole. "Nic wake up! Kelly's crying." In all the commotion Nicole
and Sheena both woke up. There was something seriously wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">After
Kelly calmed down a little after all the crying she mumbled something about a
nightmare. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are
you sure you're ok?" Sheena asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah."
Kelly wiped away her tears and attempted to put on a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No,
Kel. Something's up. What happened?" Nicole asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'm...I...last
night..." Kelly stuttered. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
happened last night?" Nicole asked. "Did something happen with
Robert?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No!
After dinner I was standing outside, waiting for Robert to bring the car around
and then this guy came up to me..." Her voice faded and she swallowed a
few times before continuing. "He...he tried to touch me. But I kneed him
in the crotch and ran away. It's just...there'd been so many signs and I
ignored all of them. Those guys following us that night...guy in the video
store window...Zorro...it was all him. I should've known..." Kelly started
crying again. All of us looked at each other, confused as to what she was
talking about, but we all hugged her, regardless. Sheena made her some tea and
she was soon asleep. Kelly was so out of it, she really needed some rest. Nic
looked mad and I knew what she was thinking.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"C'mon
Nic, it's ok. It's over. We can't go after the guy anyways." I said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
know. It makes me so mad though. I'm supposed to protect her. She's here
because of me."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"It's
no one's fault. He was just a sick guy. And nothing happened." Sheena
pointed out.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Nicole
sighed. "I guess."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Just then
my phone rang. I looked at the caller id and felt all my tension fade away at
the sight of the name.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey."
I said as I picked up the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Did
you know?!" Zack asked me, immediately getting to the point. He didn't
sound mad but it was like he wanted to know something.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Know
what?" I asked, slightly confused.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Never
mind. We'll talk in person. Are you busy right now?" Why was he being so
cryptic? I was confused but he had my curiosity going.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Not
really."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"K.
Good. I'll be there in 20 minutes. See you then." He hung up the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok...bye."
I looked and Nicole and Sheena confused.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
happened?" Sheena asked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"He
says he wants to meet me. He'll be here in 20 minutes. He sounded...I don't know...not
worked up, but not calm either. Oh no. What could that mean...?" I looked
from Nicole's face to Sheena's. They had no clue either, from the looks of it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You'd
better get ready. At least he doesn't sound mad. So I guess you shouldn't be <b>that</b>
worried." Nic said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok..."
I hurried through my shower, all the while pondering the reason he wanted to
talk to me. What could he possibly be talking about?<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I
really don't need more tension.</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"> With Nicole's surprise and Kelly's almost-rape I have way
too much on my mind to deal with more drama. Within half an hour we were seated
across from each other at Starbucks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">There was
a signature hot chocolate sitting on the table, but I wasn't drinking it. I was
way too tense to be doing anything. I was wringing my hands in my lap and
looking down at the table. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Why
do you look so worried?" Zack asked finally.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm...I
don't know. Just tell me what you wanted to ask." I managed to say. The
tension was getting way too much for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...Alex
came up to the band this morning and announced that him and Nicole are moving
in together and that she's coming with us on tour as the "merch girl." Zack
said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I just
stared at him. "That's it?! That's what you were talking about?!" I
breathed out in relief. "Geez. You had me so worried. I thought I did
something wrong or that something major happened. God. You had me so worried.
Yeah. She told us all yesterday."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"And...?
What did you say?" Zack questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...at
first, I was kind of sceptical and who wouldn't be? She's been with him for a
week and he asks her to move in with him and come on tour with him? Exactly.
But then she told us how this was what she really really wants and I guess if
she's happy, that's all that counts." I said as I took a tiny sip of my
hot chocolate, burning my tongue in the process.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hmm.
Well he told us this morning. And I was kind of shocked. But well...we all
already knew he'd fallen really hard for her, so I guess it shouldn't have come
as <b>that</b> big of a shock, but it was a surprise nonetheless. But I was
worried too..." Zack said, shyly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Why?"
I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Because...well...maybe
now you'll expect the same thing or something..." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I
sputtered on my drink and spilled some on the table and my lap. "Ouch.
Hot!" I grabbed a few napkins and cleaned the mess. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">He looked
at me in amusement, but then turned serious again. "Well...do you? Expect
me to? Because...well..."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"NO!"
I interrupted him. "Please no. Don't say anything. I don't expect you to.
It's not realistic Zack. Plus, I've got to go in a few weeks. I have a life I'm
supposed to lead- in London. I've already accepted my education there. And
plus- my parents would be horrified if I moved in with a guy before I was
married. It just...doesn't happen in my culture. So, as tempting as the offer
would be...I can't. So don't even ask yet. It would make me rethink everything
and I don't want that."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Zack
breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Good. Cuz I don't think I was ready
for that big of a step anyways." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I smiled.
"I'm happy for whatever we have right now."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Me
too." Zack smiled as he took my hand. "But...what about later?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"We
have 2 weeks till then. We'll come up with something." I smiled
reassuringly at him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">He
squeezed my hand. "We will. Because this is too good to give up." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sheen's POV<br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I had
found a really good friend in Baltimore. Ben, although terribly hyper and
overly dramatic, was a good guy. I'd started to think of him as almost a
friend. We had started off awkward, but by now I was very comfortable with him.
He was a good guy. He could tell I was out of it today. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Sheena,
is something wrong? You can tell me." Ben asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well
there's just been a lot going on." I'd never been the type to hide behind
words, I just got straight to the point. "Like Nicole...she's not coming
back. You know that guy she was with at the party? Alex? Yeah. He's in a band,
and he's asked her to move in with him. And she's going to go on tour with him
as the merch girl."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Alex
Gaskarth? Like...All Time Low?" Ben asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yup."
<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh
wow. That's amazing. I would jump on the chance, too. They're amazing."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.
I agree. I'm happy for her. This is what she wanted. But then Kelly. You
remember her right?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"She
had a run-in with this guy and he tried to well...take advantage of her. But
she's safe now."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh
wow. Does she know who the guy was? Maybe you can report it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
don't think Kelly really wants to remember it." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"And
then there's Bee...she's so into her relationship with Zack. I mean, so much
has changed. I don't know how she's going to leave him to come back with me to
London after 2 weeks. I wouldn't be surprised if she decides to stay as
well." I sighed. I meant every word of it. It really wouldn't be news to
me if she did.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No.
I'm sure she wouldn't give up Oxford, London and freedom like that just for a
relationship." Ben tried to assure me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I
laughed. "You really don't know Bee. She's very...passionate. She would do
it. A person like me could never understand that. But...she's like that." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
about you Sheena? You're definitely leaving?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh
yeah. Definitely. I'm gone. I did not work my butt off to stay here. Oxford is
where I'm headed for sure."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I thought
about that. I had worked myself to the bone for this. I had big dreams. And in
2 weeks, it would all be happening. I couldn't wait. There was nothing really
happening. There was a week till the All Time Low concert we were supposed to
be going to, and the way it was going, we were probably going to be backstage
during that. And then there was Nicole's birthday and then- poof- we were all
going our separate ways. It made it seem so real in a way graduation never had.
I just hoped my best friend would be there with me, no matter what.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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<p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">"this time everything<br>
is gonna be alright<br>
to give up every word<br>
and change my life tonight<br>
I'll change my life tonight"</p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Disconnect: The Dangerous Summer</span><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"><br></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"><br></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;">NICOLE'S POV</span><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Kelly
cornered me after. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole.
Spill. What's going on?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I
pretended to act innocent. "What?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Kelly
gave me that look. "What were you going to tell us?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh.
THAT! Nothing nothing. I just wanted to say...I was going out with Alex tonight...and
that...I thought we should go shopping sooner. Or something. I don't know. I
forgot." Even to my own ears the lie sounded lame. Kelly continued to
stare me down. "I swear." Kelly gave me a look.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You're
sure, right?" Kelly finally asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yup."
I said, looking into the mirror as I continued to put on my eyeliner to escape
her scorching eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Cuz
I want you to tell me if something major is going on." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">My
stomach clenched and I marvelled at how my best friend could see right through
me. "Mhm." I nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nic,
Kelly hurry!" Bee chose this moment to interrupt- thank god. She came
through the door of the bathroom. "Are you guys almost done? Alex is
waiting downstairs, Nic. And Robert just called, Kelly. He'll be here in 10
minutes."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"K
thanks." I stalked out of the bathroom and grabbed my sweater on the way
out. "Bye. Have fun. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" I said,
laughing, on my way out of the room. As I waited for the elevator, I thought
about how to break it to them that I wasn't coming home. I mean...they would be
understanding, right? This is what I had always wanted. They would be sad, but
they would understand, eventually. Plus- Alex was right. My parents couldn't
control my life. I had to fulfill my own dreams. And this was a dream come
true. All rational thoughts fled from my head when I saw Alex. He came over to
me and kissed me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You
ready to party?" He asked me, excitedly. I smiled at his enthusiasm.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Always."
I laughed a little. As we headed out hand-in-hand, I let all tension leave my
mind. I knew what I wanted. And that's all that mattered. I would deal with the
rest later. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">KELLYS POV<br></p><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"></span>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">At the
party, everyone but me was dressed up in interesting costumes. I felt
everyone's stare as I entered the party with Robert. I looked down and blushed.
The best I could was put on normal clothes and if anyone asked I could just
pretend I was Bella Cullen. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Sure, it
wasn't the most elaborate costume in the world, but hey! I tried! I decided to
face the world. Who cared?! This was all I had. As if reading my thought,
Robert squeezed my hand in encouragement. I looked at Robert and smiled
tightly. We walked into the party. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey
there, inspirited people." A guy dressed as a mummy approached us. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Shut
up, man. I'm a vampire!" Robert said, good-naturedly as they bumped
shoulders. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"And
I'm Bella Cullen." I said defensively, crossing my arms in front of me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">He
laughed. "Who's <u>this</u> spunky one?" He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Robert
laughed and punched him lightly on the arm while I glared at him. "I'm standing
right <b style="">here!</b>" I commented.
Robert laughed and put his arm around me. "This is Kelly. Kelly- this is
Dan. I've known him since we were 7, and I beat him in hockey- don't let him
tell you otherwise." Dan scowled. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Did
<b style="">NOT</b>!" He whined. "I
tripped on my skates and let it go! We were 7!" I giggled a little. A Cleopatra
showed up beside Dan. She greeted him and Robert and introduced herself to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hi.
I'm Rachel." She smiled at me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Kelly."
I smiled back at her. She seemed nice. I wondered if these were Robert's best
friends. Dan hooked an arm through Rachel.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Now
that all the introductions have been made, we're off to serve the rest of the
people. Toodles!" He steered Rachel away as she giggled and waved to us. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"They're
nice." I commented and Robert laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yes
they are. Dan and Rachel have always been there for me. We're still trying to
figure out how to get them to tell each other that they're in love with each
other. But those two..." He shook his head. "They're impossible."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I smiled.
"They'll figure it out. Have a little faith."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Faith.
What a weird word. I mean, sure, religion was kind of like faith, but I meant
faith as in hope. Hope- the thing that kept most people going through the toughest
times. I had always been a positive person, but realistic. I knew when to draw
back from something. I'd never seen the point of hoping for something that
there was nothing to pin expectations on to other than hope itself. Whoa- deep.
But that was before I met Robert. Now my rock to hold me down- my hope- it was
love.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">More
introductions were made and I realized I wouldn't remember any of them before
the night was over. It was best to enjoy the night with Robert. Robert was chatting
with a bunch of guys and my eyes searched the room for something interesting.
Suddenly, I felt a spooky sensation of someone's eyes on me. I turned around and
there was this guy dressed as Zorro staring at me. I pointedly stared back,
hoping he would take his eyes off me- and he did. He stared at something behind
me. I turned around to inspect what he was looking at and found nothing
strange. I turned around again, but by the time I did, Zorro was gone. I felt goose
bumps rise on my arms and my heart sped up. I retreated to Robert's side and
held onto his hand. Something about this felt wrong...<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">BEE'S POV</span><br></span>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">There was
nothing in the world I would give this up for. This was where I wanted to be
most in the world. We were sitting in a dark theatre, watching a movie. It was
terrible. You know that feeling you get when you know the character is about to
die? Yeah. I had that feeling. Ollie was going to die and he hadn't even told Jennifer
he loved her. That sucked. He was crossing the street when he got hit and even
though I knew it was coming, I still started. "No!" I whispered. I
felt tears forming and my eyes blurred as a cliché, but sad nonetheless, death
scene took place. Finally a tear spilled and I didn't bother wiping it away. I
felt Zack's gaze on me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are
you ok?" He asked in a soft whisper. I just nodded, not trusting myself to
speak. I attempted to stop the water flow but they continued to fall. Tears scared
boys. I know that from experience. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">C'mon Bee. Stop being such a cry baby!</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"> I told myself.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You
sure?" Zack asked, sounding concerned. Yeah. He was concerned about what
he was going to do if I continued crying. I just nodded again and wiped the tears
from my face. Geez. I was such a wuss! I cried for everything- even fictional
storylines. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">About an
hour later we were standing outside in the main lobby of the theatre.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What
do you feel like eating?" Zack asked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Mmm...I
don't know. Whatever. I don't really have anything specific in mind." I
said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok."
He led the way to the food court. "So are you ok?" Zack asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yes.
Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, confused. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You
were crying when that guy died." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh."
I fidgeted uncomfortably. "Well...it was sad!" I said in defense.
"He didn't even get to say that he loved her!" I protested.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">He pulled
me closer and chuckled quietly. "You're so cute." He commented. I
felt myself feeling kind of lost. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What?"
I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
called you cute. Did I say something wrong? Oh no. Are you one of those girls
who hates being called cute? Well that's too bad cuz you are. You're-" I
cut off his rant quickly by putting my hand over his mouth and laughed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No
I'm just confused because I've never seen a guy so immune to tears. All the
guys I've cried in front of get all uncomfortable and stuff." I said,
quickly. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I
guess I'm different. Just like you and me." He said, shrugging when I
released his mouth. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I thought
about what he said. You and me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Us. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Like <b style="">us...</b><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">SHEEN'S POV<br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">My
Halloween is boring. Nothing to do. No where to go. On TV they were showing
reruns of Halloween horror classics. I walked around the room 3 times, then sat
down on the bed again. I then decided to call home. My mom picked up the phone
on the 3rd ring. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey
mom. How're you?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Good.
How're you Sheen? Enjoying yourself?" She asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Good
mom. Baltimore's fun." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Good.
I'm happy you're having fun."<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Where's
Karan?" I asked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You
know your brother. He's out with his friends for Halloween." My mom
laughed. "How's Bee?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"She's
good. Enjoying herself, too." I answered. The conversation ran dry after
that. She asked when I was coming home, even though I'd told her this before. She
told me about her week at work and I summarized my days in Baltimore by saying
"The city has beautiful lights. Our hotel is terrific. I'm having so much
fun." I spared her the details about our daily activities which included
parties, underage drinking, sex and boys. She would have a heart attack if she
knew. I don't know why I called home in the first place.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"K, mom.
Say hi to Kar and Dad for me. I have to go now. Bye." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Bye.
Have fun." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I turned
my phone off after that and put it in the drawer. I climbed under the covers
and watched a few movies. I was halfway through Scary Movie 3 (which isn't so
scary) when the phone rang. I picked up. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Good
evening. You have a visitor." The reception told me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"A
visitor?" I asked, thoroughly confused. "Who is it?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hi.
Can I get the phone please? Thanks." I heard a male voice as the phone was
handed to him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey
Sheena! It's Ben." I groaned, inaudibly. "Where's your phone? Why's
it turned off? Do you <u>know</u> how many times I've tried to call you?!
Anyways. Not the point! I'm here to make your boring night totally interesting."
Ben said, sounding overexcited. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Oh no!</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"> I thought. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey
Ben. Thanks and everything. But I don't think I'll be able to." I faked a
cough. "I'm not feeling that great." <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nonsense.
You're coming. Get dressed and be down in 5 minutes. As your official tour
guide I say that we can't miss the Halloween festivities. This is something you
<b style="">have</b> to see." Ben sounded firm.
I sighed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Gimme
10 minutes." I felt like I was betraying myself...but it's not like I had
anything better to do anyways. I was bored. Plus Ben was fun- when he wasn't
being awkward, that is. But I just realized, that Ben was probably over it- it
was me who wasn't letting it go. <o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Let it go, Sheen. And you'll
probably have a lot more fun!</span></i><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"> That's it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">My mind
was made. I was finally down for some fun!<o:p></o:p></span></p>

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		  		  	<category>alex gaskarth</category>
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	      <dc:creator>nicolewasacubscout</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-12-22T19:40:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Know I'll Never Die Alone Because Of All Of You (Part 6)]]></title>
	      <link>http://nicolewasacubscout.buzznet.com/user/journal/3459721/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]-->  <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span><div style="text-align: center;"><xmeta style="font-style: italic;" http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><p class="MsoNormal">"I am finding out that maybe I was wrong</p><p class="MsoNormal">That I've fallen down and I can't do this alone</p></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta><xmeta style="font-style: italic;" http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta><span style="font-style: italic;">Stay with me, this is what I need, please?"<br><br></span>-<span style="font-weight: bold;">My Heart:Paramore<br><br></span><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></div><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Nicole's POV</span><br></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Alex's  house was a <b style="">MESS!</b> He wasn't lying  when he said that guys living together were a riot. <o:p></o:p><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Wow..."  I exclaimed, looking all around the room. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm...yeah.  It's kind of messy, but well...yes." He blushed. "Well this was a  last minute decision..." He laughed. "Not that I regret it or  anything." He added, quickly. I giggled as put his arms around my waist  and pulled me closer. He was leaning in to kiss me when my phone started to  ring. I groaned when I looked at the caller id. It was my mom. I thought about  how I'd been ignoring her calls, so I decided to pick it up. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hello!"  I said into the phone. I held up 1 finger for Alex and mouthed "Give me a  second."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hi,  sweetie! How are you?!" Mom said into the phone. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'm  ok. How are you?" I responded.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"We're  ok. I've tried to reach you for so long, now. I even tried Bee but she's not  picking up." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh  yeah. I was kind of...preoccupied. Bee's been busy, too. I think she's  out." I said, blushing. I realized that I blush <b style="">way</b> too much, especially for a person who wasn't embarrassed  easily. I thought back to all my "most embarrassing moments". They  were such trivial things. All the <b style="">real</b>  embarrassing stuff wasn't embarrassing for me. Like dancing on a busy street  downtown, or talking openly about sex. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole?!"  My mom said. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Whoa,  sorry! Zoned out there. What did you say?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  said are you having fun?" My mom asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nope.  I'm miserable. I want to come back right this very <b style="">instant</b>!" I rolled my eyes. My mom was quiet. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well  I just wanted to check on you and see how you're doing." My mom continued  after a while.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Mhmm...That’s  great. K, mom, I have to go now. Bye. I love you." I said hastily.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Love  you too. Bye, honey. Have fun." My mom managed to fit in before I hung up.  I looked at Alex. I hooked my arms around his neck, which took a little bit of  effort- he was so <b style="">tall</b>! <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So...where  were we?" I asked. He grinned as he kissed me. We were soon settled in the  living room, on the couch, just sitting there.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Alex.  I don't want to go back." I sighed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...you  don't have to." Alex said, cryptically as he held onto me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yes,  I do. In 3 weeks, we're leaving." I was confused. I had already told him  this before.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No!"  His scorching eyes found mine. He flicked a piece of my hair and chuckled.  "You can stay if you want. You're 18 now." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Almost  18." I corrected him immediately. He pulled me closer to him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Close  enough. Nic, you can stay. You don't <b style="">have</b>  to leave." I considered what he was saying.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So...you  mean...I can stay here? In Baltimore?!" I said, catching on quickly. I frowned  as a thought hit me. "Wait...but how?! Sheena, Kelly and Bee are leaving.  And I can't stay in that hotel room forever!" I was confused again,  because Alex was smiling at me like I should know what he was talking about. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"<b style="">NICOLE</b>! He exclaimed as he bounced on  the couch like an overexcited puppy. "<b style="">YOU  CAN COME LIVE WITH ME! AND THEN YOU CAN COME TOUR WITH US</b>! You can help  sell merch!" I looked at him, scornfully. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh  huh. Sure. And then tampons will sprout wings and fly!" He pulled on a  piece of my hair and pouted, but somehow he pulled off the look. I laughed. He  made it very hard for me to be sarcastic around him. He stopped pouting and  tickled me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"<b style="">Oh my gosh! NO! DON'T!</b>" I squirmed  and giggled while he tickled me. I reached for a pillow behind his head and  whacked him over the head with it and burst out laughing at the surprised look  on his face. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh!  IT'S ON!" He grabbed a pillow and smacked me on the arm. Soon we were  collapsed on the couch, surrounded by feathers and breathing hard from all the  hysterical screaming and laughter. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So...what  do you say? Come move in with me and tour with us...please?" Alex asked  when we finally got back our breath.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You're  serious about this, aren't you?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yup."  He said as his arm snaked around my waist. "So...yes or no?" I though  hard about this.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  have to talk to Kelly, Bee and Sheena." His face fell. "Ok, so I  lied. I was trying not to look too desperate. Yes." I smiled as he looked  at me with shock etched on his face. That expression was quickly replaced with  what I could only describe as ecstasy. He kissed me for a long time, until  kissing wasn't all we were doing.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">---------------------------------------------------<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <h2><span style="">&nbsp;</span>Bee’s POV</h2>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was  sitting in a car, outside the hotel's main entrance, knowing that I needed to go  in, but wanting every minute not to. I knew that every minute more I spent in  the car, the more it would make me sad when I had to get out of it. So,  following this theory (which I was well aware of) I should've gotten out of  Zack's car, waved and gone inside, making my way upstairs and into my pyjamas  and eventually bed where I would dream about Zack. But that's not how things <b style="">actually</b> went. My heart was paying no  attention to my rational thoughts that were telling me that I was looking like  a desperate fool. I glanced at the clock for what seemed like the millionth  time. Me and Zack would never run out of things to talk about, it seemed. I  mean, we'd been sitting in his car for 40 minutes straight- talking. I  sighed.<span style="">&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Zack.  I think that I should go now. It's getting pretty late. And you guys have a  recording tomorrow, so I don't want to keep you." I finally pulled myself  together and prepared myself for a bye. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Zack  glanced at the dashboard clock, as well. "You're right." Zack said. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"UGH!  I hate being the responsible one!" I sighed exasperated. I mean, why  couldn't I just have a little more fun, a little more edge? He smiled and  kissed my forehead.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"But  you're right. I'll see you tomorrow, anyways." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You  will?!" I asked, confused. I thought back to conversations that had come  up tonight, none of which had been anything like "Lunch date  tomorrow?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  Tomorrow's Halloween. There's a party, but I don't want to go. I just want to  catch a movie and dinner with you."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Sure."  I smiled, knowing I would give my pinky toe (left foot) to be able to sit in a  darkened theatre with Zack, so why even pretend like I wasn't available? <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"How  convenient. Ring 6 is coming out tomorrow!" Zack commented.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No.  No, no, no, no, NO! I'm not watching it. At all. I'm not walking into the theatre.  Seriously. Stop laughing! I'm dead serious." I felt a panic attack coming  on. He laughed and kissed the top of my head, again. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  know. I was pulling your leg. I know you don't like scary movies." He  pulled me closer and kissed me before he let go of my hand. "I'll see you  tomorrow."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Good  night. Thanks for today. I had an awesome time." He already <b style="">knew</b> I had an amazing time, but it  seemed like something they said on TV a lot when they ended a date and I was  hoping there was some magic in those words. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 0.75pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;">    <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">He smiled. "I did too." I waved to him and then  sighed and walked into the hotel. I came crashing back to reality as soon as I  walked in. The entire time I was with Zack, I felt this thrill- a feeling like  we were alone in the world. That feeling had just ended. I yawned. Reality was  making me awfully sleepy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    </div>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <h2>Kelly’s POV</h2>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Mornings  were my forté. This was something I could deal well with. Mornings provided a  new day, a new perspective, a fresh outlook. Today, I woke up with a weird  sense of happiness washing over me. The first thing I remembered was Robert's  face. I sighed happily. Looking around I realized that over the course of my  life I had never truly believed that I could find someone like Robert. I smiled  to myself and decided to kill time by watching TV on mute. The next hour was  boring and I flipped through a bunch of random channels. I decided today would  be the day we all hung out and relaxed together. At night, me and Robert were  going out, but I was free all day. No distractions, no dates, just us four.  Slowly, the other three awoke from their deep slumber. By midday, we were all  seated on the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Kelly!  Tell me about Robert!" Nicole said, almost immediately. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...he  just seems...perfect. He's just...yeah." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  c'mon Kel! You can do better than that!" Nicole complained. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...he's  really sweet. And he's going to Brown University. And well...what else do you  want to know? That's all there is, really." I blushed deeply.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Aww  Kelly! That's so cute." Bee said, smiling. "I'm glad you found  someone."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"He  sounds really sweet." Sheena agreed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I nodded.  "Yeah. He is." Nicole laughed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What?  Why're you laughing?" Bee asked, confused. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nothing  nothing." Nicole answered cryptically.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  god! You're in one of your moods again." Bee said, sighing exasperatedly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What  moods?" Nicole asked, incredulously.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"The  one where you randomly start laughing and then don't tell anyone <b style="">why</b> you're laughing." Nicole  started laughing again. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah!  Just like that!" Bee pointed out. "Anyways, we're out of groceries.  We have a lot to do." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  relax, Bee! We'll go later. I...uh...wanted to tell you all something  anyways...but...maybe later. Yeah. Later. So Kelly...tell us more!" Nicole  stuttered.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <div style="border-style: none none solid; border-color: -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color windowtext; border-width: medium medium 0.75pt; padding: 0cm 0cm 1pt;">    <p class="MsoNormal" style="border: medium none ; padding: 0cm;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was curious. What did she want to say that was making  her so uncomfortable?<o:p></o:p></span></p>    </div>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <h2>Sheen’s POV</h2>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->&nbsp;<!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I wanted  so badly to tell Bee about Ben but we kept talking about other things. We ended  up off-topic, somehow, as always. I didn't want her to think I liked him.  Before I could come up with a way to tell Bee about Ben, she brought it up  herself.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So  Sheen, what about you and Ben?" Bee asked, with a note of interest in her  voice.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I sighed.  "Don't even ask! You know how I went out with him yesterday, well it  wasn't even supposed to be like that. Basically, he asked me out and I didn't  want to reject him on the phone, so I told him I would meet him at Starbucks.  So I went. I told him I didn't like him <i style="">that</i>  way and he was all "ok. But you have to let me be your tour guide".  So I said ok. I mean, I felt <b style="">guilty!</b>"  Bee nodded quickly, but Nicole shook her head. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nuh  uh Sheena! They want to play with those emotions! You should've told him you  were busy and that you would call him if you needed a guide."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah,  but Nic, you can't expect her to say that to him <b style="">right</b> after she turned him down! I mean, it's rude!" Bee  protested on my behalf.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  I half-said it because I was glad he wasn't being super-clingy or  anything." I said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  god. You guys actually have a conscience. I just remembered." Nicole said  and we all laughed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah  Nic, you don't feel a thing when it comes to being rude to people." Kelly  said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Only  to the people who deserve it!" Nicole claimed. "Not the people I  like." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Mhmm.  Sure sure. And exactly <u>how</u> many people do you like?" Kelly  questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Bee  jumped in. "Speaking of people we like, CM and Chintan are coming up for  the weekend."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Whoa.  Why?" Nicole questioned.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Cuz...they  want to?" Bee attempted to answer. I laughed. I'd only met CM and Chintan  a few times before. They were shy and quiet, which is why I found it extremely  odd that they were friends with Bee and Nicole who were as loud and rowdy as  they came. Oh well. This weekend would be fun. Maybe I would finally have an  excuse not to hang out with Ben for the weekend now. Now <b style=""><i style="">that</i></b> is what you call a  blessing in disguise!<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span>
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	      <dc:date>2008-12-03T18:11:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Know I'll Never Die Alone Because Of All Of You (Part 5)]]></title>
	      <link>http://nicolewasacubscout.buzznet.com/user/journal/3387781/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><div style="text-align: center;"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}--></style><span style="font-style: italic;">"It's twelve o' clock and I need your attention</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">  It's like the alcohol making my head spin</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">  Your scent is the rum. the room is a bottle</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">  Keeping me hopeless 'til I wake tomorrow" </span><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Vegas Skies: The Cab</span><br>  </div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">Nicole's POV</span><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was  eating popcorn, bored out of my mind. When Sheena had left, I flipped through  channels and had finally settled on Fight Club, which I loved. I checked my phone  and had 3 messages from my mom. I rolled my eyes. After that I'd checked my  phone every 5 minutes. "A watched phone never rings." Bee once told me.  She was so superstitious, it was funny at times. I sighed and put my phone on  the bedside table and returned my eyes to the television. I was woken up 20 minutes  later by the insanely loud ringing of my phone. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hello?"  I said groggily. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ayyo!"  Someone said immediately. It was a voice I recognized.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Alex?"  I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yupp."  He replied. I perked up immediately, but I was still confused about something.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"How  did you get my number?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You  gave it to me last night." He said, sounding slightly confused.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...wow.  I was so out of it last night." I said and he laughed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  You were so drunk. But then, so was I. What're you up to?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nothing  really. The others have decided to leave me to my misery." I smiled. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...how  can they leave you alone in your condition?!" I smiled some more. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"<b style="">Exactly!</b> That's what <i style="">I'm</i> saying!" He laughed loudly. I  blushed. I loved his laugh. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok.  I'll be there to put you out of your loneliness in about 20 minutes." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok.  See you in a few." When he hung up, I had a panic attack. He was coming  here. To my hotel room! The room was a complete <b style="">mess</b> and so was I. I looked around me. I was in comfy pyjamas and  my hair was mussed up from sleeping all day, probably. I looked around the bed;  popcorn was littered all over it. The floor was jumbled with clothes from our  suitcases. This hotel room looked <u>trashed</u>. I hurriedly got out of bed  and shuffled several articles of clothing, trying to find something to wear. I  couldn't decide on anything so I decided to clean up first. I shoved clothes  into their respective suitcases. Next I dragged a straightner through my hair  and brushed it. My heart was pounding from nervousness when the phone rang. Sure  enough, when I picked up, it was the front desk. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Good  evening. You have a visitor." The receptionist informed me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh  yes. Send him up." In all the rush to clean the room, I'd forgotten to  change out of my pyjamas, I realized with horror when there was a knock on the door.  What was I supposed to do now?! Well, at least my hair was straight. I  cautiously opened the door. I poked my head out. Alex looked at me with amusement.  <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hello  there, turtle. Wanna let me into your shell?" He grinned cheekily while I  turned red. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm...I'm  not exactly dressed properly." He laughed. <br></span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"That's  ok." He said. I opened the door and he looked me up and down and burst out  laughing. I glared at him. He put his arm around me. "No no! You look so <u>cute</u>!"  I blushed.<i style=""> Damn blood vessels, </i>I thought  to myself. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...uh...thanks."  Alex looked around the room.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Wow.  Your room is so neat. When there are 4 guys living together, it's such a mess.  But when there's 4 girls living together- so neat." He looked dazed. I didn't  want to burst his bubble and tell him that I'd just cleaned up. I shrugged. I  was thinking that their tour bus would take longer than 20 minutes to clean. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So  what do you feel like watching?" Alex asked as he picked up the remote and  headed towards the hastily made bed. He reached towards the comforter to pull  it back, when I realized that might not be such a good move. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No-"  I tried to stop him but it was too late. He pulled back the comforter and was  rewarded by a messy bed cover and a bunch of popcorn. He burst out laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  guess I spoke too soon about being neat." I giggled a little. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You  didn't give me enough time." I protested.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  should check under the beds to see if you shoved stuff under there." He  teased.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nope.  I was good about cleaning up the rest of the stuff." I smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You're  a liar. I can't trust anything you say." My heart stopped beating for a second.  He furrowed his brow at me. I just stared at him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"How  did you know?" I asked in a whisper. He smiled. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You  were drunk. You said a few lines that you wrote. That was one of them. I think  they're amazing." I felt like I was about to faint. This was <b style=""><i style="">the</i></b>  Alex Gaskarth telling me that my work was "amazing". It was different  when Bee told me that, because she loved <u>all</u> my work (even if she edited  the spelling, sometimes). Other people had praised my work before, too. Just...Alex  Gaskarth's opinion was held at a different value entirely. Wow. I was stunned. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You...Y-You  think my work is...amazing?!" I asked after I got my voice working again.  He blinked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  It's awesome!" <br></span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Have  you gone <b style="">nuts</b>?!?! <b style="">YOUR</b> work is <i style="">beautiful</i> and you think mine's good?! Even your <b style="">BLOGS</b> are...<u>exactly that!</u> They're  so good, I have no words to describe it! You leave everyone speechless and you  think <b style="">my</b> work is good?!" I burst  out. He looked shocked at my outburst. He came over to me and pulled me into a hug  and whispered into my hair. <br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole,  I think your work is beautiful. Just like you. Whatever you told me last night  was just...fucking amazing! You'll make an awesome songwriter. Seriously."  He looked into my eyes for a long time before he kissed me, as if to try to  help me understand just how truthful he was being. This was why I loved him so  much. Soon after that we had brushed the popcorn off the bed, made a new bag  and were settled down to watch The Happening which just happened to be playing  on TV. About halfway through the movie, however, the popcorn bowl lay abandoned  on the floor and the movie played in the background. Me and Alex were in our  own world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">Kelly's POV</span><br></span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Robert  looked at me, carefully. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Kelly...?"  He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hmm?"  I asked gently, not wanting to break the comfortable silence that enveloped us.  <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What's  going to happen after this?" He asked. I sighed, knowing exactly what he  was thinking about, but I decided I wanted to hear him say it, and confirm my  thoughts. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What  are you talking about?" I asked, turning away from the beautiful city lights  so I could look him in the eyes. <br></span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Like  when you leave..." He said, confirming my thoughts. I held Robert close  and closed my eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nothing.  Let's not think about it, k? Just for now. I just want to be happy for  now." I looked at him. "Please." He nodded solemnly. I hugged  him tighter and sighed contentedly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"EWH!  GET A FUCKING ROOM!" Someone yelled from the other side of the street and  I looked around to see who they were. They were a bunch of rowdy boys, a few of  them were swaying as if they were drunk. I could feel Robert's muscles tensing  up and I squeezed his arm and tried to pull him along. A few guys crossed the  street and followed us. I clutched Robert's arms in fear and tried to walk a little  faster. Robert just gave me a look that told me that if those guys approached us  there would be a fight. I turned back towards them and found them still  following us. I pulled out my phone and waved it around to let them know that I  had a phone with me. I quickly pulled Robert onto a crowded street, when I  looked back at them and found them walking into a video store. I looked at  Robert.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'm  so paranoid!" I laughed and he laughed with me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  was worried about you, too." He said. We looked at each other. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  think it's time for me to go home." I said, feeling sadness creep over me.  "It's almost midnight and I need to check on Nicole, anyway." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  No problem." We headed back to where we had parked the car. He held onto  my hand as we walked towards the car and I swung our arms back and forth. It  felt so childish. This- this is what we needed. This was all I wanted. What did  we have to worry about? I looked back at the store and saw a person standing at  the window- watching us. I felt a chill up my spine. I turned back to the  window and there was nothing there. Passing it off as lack of sleep, I clutched  Robert's hand tighter and got into the car.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">Bee's POV</span><br></span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I pushed  the button on the elevator and waited patiently for the elevator to show up.  Zack looked at me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So  we're going to check on Nicole and then we can go out again?" He asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  Sheen messaged me how she was going out with Ben and Nicole's alone in the room  so I just want to see if she's doing ok.” The elevator dinged. Me and Zack got  in and I pressed 4. When we reached the floor we stepped out and pulled out the  card. When we entered I gasped at the sight before me and I stopped short,  causing Zack to stumble into my back. He looked over my head. On Nicole's bed,  there were two dark heads poking out of the covers. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"NICOLE!"  I yelled in shock. One of the dark heads stirred. There were clothes strewn all  over the floor along with pieces of popcorn all over the place. 'Friends' was  playing on mute on TV. Nicole's head poked out of the covers and she rubbed her  eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Bee?!"  She asked, blinking several times.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"YES!  Nicole- AGAIN!?" As I yelled, Alex's head popped out of the covers.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nice."  Zack nodded in approval. I turned around and stared at him, aghast at his  reaction. He blushed and looked away. "I mean...uh...Alex, that's  terrible. I can't believe you." Zack corrected himself. Alex looked at me,  sheepishly. I glared at him and grabbed Zack's hand.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"We'll  be outside." I said, icily. "Get dressed." I looked over at  Nicole who was blushing. She had a glow around her face. I sighed. I couldn't  deny her happiness, I guess. "Just...hurry up." I said, calming down  a little. I pulled Zack outside and pulled the door shut behind me. I slid along  the wall to the floor and looked out the window, sullenly. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'm  sorry. It slipped out. You're not mad at me, are you?" Zack asked, as he  joined me on the floor. I sighed.</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No.  I'm not mad. It's just...Nicole's always been one to make decisions super  quickly. She doesn't realize the implications of her actions, I don't think. I  don't want her to get hurt." Zack nodded and then grabbed my hand and  interlaced our fingers. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Alex  is...he won't...Well, I wouldn't worry. If this is the second time we've seen  them together then he must really like her." He kissed the top of my head.  "Don't worry." I rested my head on his broad shoulders. We just sat  there in comfortable silence for a good 10 minutes. The door opened cautiously  and Alex stepped out, nervously, he looked around. I cleared my throat and he  spun quickly around to face us. I could hear Zack shaking with silent laughter.  <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So...we  were never officially introduced." Alex tried, while I stood up. "I'm  Alex. I play in All Time Low with Zack." He held out his hand. I took it  and rolled my eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  know. I love All Time Low. You guys are one of my favourite bands." I  smiled, but then I frowned. "You had <b style="">better</b>  not hurt Nicole." I warned him in a low tone. He grinned, cheekily. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Don't  worry. I like her. Really!" He said. "Well, I'm going to uh..."  He pointed to the floor. He sat down. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You  want to talk to her, right?" He said to me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I looked  at Zack. "Give me 10 minutes, k? And then we can leave." He nodded  and then let out a laugh. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I've  never seen Alex so nervous except before our first show!" I laughed as  Alex swatted Zack with the back of his hand. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  have that effect on people." I winked as I stepped inside the room. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nic.  Are you dressed?" I called into the room. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah."  Nicole was sitting on the bed, as if awaiting my wrath. Well...she was going to  be surprised.</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...wanna  explain yourself?" I asked her, sternly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No!  We just slept together. It was so innocent. Really. He called. I was alone and  bored, and well, he came over...We were watching a movie and then...well...you  know. We did it." Nicole blushed, but she was smiling brightly. I sighed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"As  long as you don't get hurt, I guess. I can't believe I'm letting you get away  with this. You have to be feeling pretty darn special right now." She  squealed and gave me a hug. "Just don't get hurt." I warned. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Wanna  know something? I think he really likes you!" I giggled as she turned red.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Bee,  me and Alex are going out. But we won't get drunk. I promise." She said.  We agreed. When we came out we looked down and saw Alex and Zack sitting on the  floor waiting for us. I looked at Nicole and burst out laughing. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What?"  Alex asked. We loved these boys till it hurt our hearts, but no matter what, we  were still best friends with secrets that even <b style="">these</b> boys weren't entitled to know. Like the fact that Alex had a cowlick  and was wearing his shirt inside-out!</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">Sheen's POV</span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Baltimore was so spectacular at night. There was  no other way around it. Eager to live up to his role as my tour guide, Ben had  insisted on taking me for the boat tour of the city. And now I was really glad  he did. It was kind of chilly but the water was sparkling with the city lights  reflecting off the surface. The tour lasted about an hour and I'd really seen a  lot of the city, but I was very conscious of every move he made and doubly  aware of every move <b style="">I</b> made. I  realized that even the smallest thing I said or did could be perceived in a  different manner. This led to me not saying anything other than  "Mhmm.", "Yes", "No" and "Thank you for  this. The city is beautiful!" There was one incredibly awkward moment  where I had shivered involuntarily from being in the cold with nothing but my comfy  shirt, which hadn’t come in handy anyway. He looked at me and took off his  hoodie and offered it to me. I must've looked ridiculous, standing there  looking at the warm sweater in his hand, speculating what my moves would mean.  If I took it, would he think I </span><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">suddenly  liked him <i style="">that</i> way?! And if I didn't  take it, it would look rude and I would come off as an ungrateful brat. I  finally ended up taking it. It was about 3 sizes too big and I had to pull back  the sleeves. Then I regretted coming on the ferry in the first place. What if I  was stringing him along just by telling him he could be my tour guide? That  would mean hanging out everyday! The confusion mixed with the cool breeze was  enough to give me a dull headache. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ben,  thank you so much. But do you think it's possible you can drop me home now? I'm  tired and plus, I promised Nicole I wouldn't be long." So, I lied. I never  promised Nicole anything. But I needed time to think. He smiled, not suspecting  a thing. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Sure  thing. We're just a few blocks away from where I parked." When we got to  the car, he opened the door for me and I slid in. The drive home was weird,  filled with an empty silence that had awkward written all over it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Sheena."  Ben finally broke it when we were nearly there.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah?"</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Don't  feel the need to be awkward around me, k? I'm not going to pester you. I asked  you out cuz I thought you were a really cool person, but I'm good with being  friends with said cool person, too. Really. I'm not going to push myself on  you. That's not why I'm doing this." He explained. I sighed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  know, Ben. I know." But deep down I already knew that no matter what he  said, somewhere in the corner of my heart would be the skeptic that scrutinized  his and my every move. I waved goodbye to Ben when we reached the hotel. I walked  into the mercifully empty and neat hotel room. I really didn't want to deal  with any questions right now. But who had cleaned the room?! I saw a note taped  on the fridge by Nicole that said she and Alex were out and no need to worry. I  got a little worried but then I figured Nicole was able to make her own decisions.  I made a quick phone call to Bee, who assured me that she knew about Nicole and  had called Nicole a few minutes before to make sure. I relaxed. When I finally  crawled under the comfortable sheets, my last thought before my head hit the  pillow was about if Ben really meant what he said in the car or he was just  saying it to get friendly with me...<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">SORRY <br></p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">this is so long guys</p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">but trust me chapter 6 is good :P</p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">and i know this is really confusing</p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">especially if your me</p><p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal">and you only read the parts im in</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">cuz im a huge self obsessed bitch :P</span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>  </xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta>]]></description>
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	      <dc:creator>nicolewasacubscout</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-11-17T14:15:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Know I'll Never Die Alone Because Of All Of You (Part 4)]]></title>
	      <link>http://nicolewasacubscout.buzznet.com/user/journal/3387751/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><div style="text-align: center;"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}--></style><span style="font-style: italic;">"I'm drunk and so is everyone else</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">  In this devil town"</span> <br>-<span style="font-weight: bold;">Still Around: 3OH!3</span><br></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Nicole's Pov</span><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I  giggled. Being drunk was fun. Me and Alex were driving and I couldn't tell what  street we were at, but after I read a passing by sign I knew we were on Thames  Street. Like Six Feet Under the Stars. Even my not-at-all sober mind was  telling me that this was bad. I decided to ignore that part of my brain. After all,  I was driving down the most romantic street in Baltimore (at least for me) with  the guy I had pined for for 3 years. My thoughts were scattered all over my head.  I knew I was drunk, but I was still subconsciously aware of everything, which  meant I wasn't completely wasted. Alex was sounding a bit more sober as well.  At least I wasn't with a completely drunk guy, things could be worse. Go figure.  I was an optimist when I was drunk. I would try to tell Bee and Kelly this theory.  <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are  you feeling better now? It was kind of stuffy in there and well, feeling stuffy  isn't good for the...uhm...intoxicated." Alex said. I giggled. Giggling  seemed to be a prone side effect. I was so much like Bee when I was drunk,  giggling, being positive.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was having such a good time with Alex that I  forgot to be shy or not talk. When he asked me about my family, I very openly  told him about my family. There were no secrets between us, tonight. One thing  led to another topic and soon we were walking down South Broadway, hand in hand,  as the car sat there, badly parked, in an empty parking lot. The thing about  being in the city was that the lights were never completely off. Having people  always around may be an annoying attribute to some people, but I loved the way  I felt when I could see people around me. It made me feel secure. I liked  feeling like I wasn't the only person in the world. But tonight, I just wanted  everyone but me and Alex to disappear. Loving the way it felt to have his hand  in mine, I was on cloud nine. I hadn't ever thought that I deserved this kind  of happiness. I was a bitch to most people, hardly liked anyone and was incredibly  easy to piss off. So what had I done to deserve someone like Alex? My thoughts  were taking a different direction as we settled into a comfortable silence. I  thought back to those days where I would sit in my room listening to 'Put Up or  Shut Up' and sit there, feeling inspired to write something, anything, as good  as Alex did. And I remember coming up empty. My thoughts were chased out of my  head, abruptly when Alex stopped, pulling me in a different direction. We were  at a beach. I looked around, but it was dark and I couldn't tell if there was  anyone around. I looked at the waves. They looked calm and still, which was unusual  since it was about 3:00 in the morning. I looked at Alex as if to confirm that  he was thinking the same thing as me. He was. We both looked at each other and  then back to the sea. It looked safe for a little swim. A little swim never  hurt anyone. And plus, I'd always wanted to go skinny dipping...and it was even  better if Alex was here with me...<br></span><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">---------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">Kelly's Pov</span><br></span><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I paced  back and forth in the hotel room. I was worried about Nicole. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Kelly,  it's ok. Bee just called. She's ok." Sheena said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  know, but I won't be comfortable until she gets back. I was supposed to stick  with her!" I replied, still pacing. I can't believe she had headed out the  door with a drunk guy for a <b style="">drive</b>,  while she was <b style="">DRUNK</b>! The door  creaked open and Nicole stepped in, swaying precariously, I reached her just in  time before she fell. Bee poked her head around the door, and she stepped inside  as Nicole giggled. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hehe.  I almost fell." Nicole laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yes, you did. So you should probably lie  down." I said gently, steering her slowly towards the bed. She flopped  onto it and giggled some more. I almost smiled. Poor girl was going to have a  splitting headache tomorrow morning, but she looked so happy right now. I  wondered what had happened to make her so happy. I patted her head and smiled.  She just turned over, giggling. "Oh Alex...stop." Nicole babbled on.  I felt guilty about her condition. I was so caught up with Robert tonight that  I ignored her. She was giggling again. I wondered why she hadn't gotten up to  go </span><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">throw up  yet or use the bathroom at all. Just as I finished that thought, Nicole sat  upright, clutching her mouth with one hand and her head with the other.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole?"  I asked. I raced to her side and helped her to the bathroom where she promptly  threw up into the toilet. Bee and Sheena rushed inside. Sheena filled up a  glass of water and Bee came back with a cloth and wet it. She pushed back  Nicole's bangs. I held back the rest of the hair while she patted Nicole's head  with the wet cloth. Nicole moaned and grabbed her stomach. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ugh!"  She said. "I know, I know. It's ok. Get it out." I said. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"My  head hurts! And I feel really-" She paused while she continued to throw  up. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"It's  ok. You'll feel better when it's over." Sheena grabbed a magazine and  fanned Nicole, while she caught her breath. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  think...I'm done." Nicole said, still out of breath. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are  you sure?" Sheena asked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  I think so." Nicole replied. She attempted to get up and almost collapsed,  but me and Bee caught her just in time. We helped her back to the bed, where Sheena  held out 2 advils. Nicole downed them with the glass of water I held out for  her. She was soon fast asleep, slipping into a world of dreams.</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">---------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">Bee's POV</span><br></span><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was  woken up the next morning with a small, persisting headache and the phone  vibrating loudly next to me on the bedside table. I looked at the caller id. It  was a number I didn't recognize. I picked it up quickly before I woke someone  up. Nicole was going to be having a hangover headache, anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hello?!"  I cringed at the sound of my own voice, too loud for the quiet room and croaky  from disuse. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey.  Did I wake you up?" An unfamiliar voice said from the other end.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh...who  is this?" I asked, getting right to the point. I was sleepy, therefore I  had permission to be bitchy. UGH! It was <b style="">way</b>  too early to be arguing with strangers on the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"It's  Zack."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  my god." I immediately perked up. "Sorry. I didn't recognize-"<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"It's  ok. Were you sleeping?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh...yes."  I blushed. "Sorry." I apologized for everything. He laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"It's  ok. I just wanted to show you around. But I guess some other day."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh!  Oh..." I was disappointed. He wanted to take me out, but now he said "some  other day." Now what was I supposed to do? I couldn't just yell "NO!  Take me out, please!"</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Unless...are  you free after 5?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  yeah! I mean...yes, of course." I was trying to save myself. He laughed  again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"K.  I'll pick you up then."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Alright.  I'll see you later." I was grinning when I got off the phone. I punched  the air with happiness. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"<b style="">YES!</b>”<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Who  was that?" I jumped about a mile in the air. I turned around hastily, my  hand over my heart. Sheena was sitting there with a questioning smile on her  face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Holy  crap, Sheen! You scared me! It was Zack! Me and him are going out at 5:00!  AHHHH!" I said, hardly believing it myself. "Oh my gosh! Did I wake  you up?!" I asked sheepishly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah."  She said, then continued when I opened my mouth to apologize. "It's ok.  It's late anyway."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No, it's not. What're you talking  about?" I asked, confused. I figured it was only 1:00 or 2:00 in the afternoon.  But that was excusable. We had got home at around 5:00 last night and then  Nicole had been sick. Sleep had finally claimed me at about 7:00 a.m. I was  dead tired!<br></span><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm,  hun, its 3:47 p.m." Sheena said, giving me a weird look. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Shit.  You're kidding. Crap, Sheen. He's getting here in another hour! How bad's the  hair?" Panicked, I spoke quickly. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Calm  down. You have an hour. It's ok and your hair looks fine as soon as you run a  brush through it."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'm  calm. I'm calm." I said. Nicole groaned from under her sheets.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Pain!  Death come claim me! Sweet mercy, Jesus. Save me!" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I almost  laughed. Nicole.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Do  you want an advil?" I asked, barely concealing my laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"PLEASE!"  She begged. I got up and pulled out the pills and handed them to her, along  with a glass of water.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"How're  you feeling?" Sheena asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Like  shit." Nicole said, groaning and grabbing her head again. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"That's  what you get for getting drunk." Kelly's voice came from the bathroom. She  emerged from the bathroom, wearing a towel on her head.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Please.  Let's not go there. I don't need a lecture. I had fun, though." Nicole  grinned, devilishly. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  my god! No! Nicole tell me you didn't." I said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">She  nodded shyly. I looked at her, aghast, but not particularly surprised. Was she  serious? She was drunk and so was he! Did that even count? Kelly gasped.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"NICOLE!  I can't believe you!" She finally said. She looked like she had seen a ghost.  Her face was white.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well,  it was worth it. But I was drunk. I didn't know what I was doing." Nicole  defended herself. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"That's  <u>no</u> excuse." Kelly said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well,  it would've happened anyway!" Nicole burst, then winced and grabbed her  head. Kelly forgot the yelling match and rushed to the fridge and pulled out a Hershey  bar. She gave it to Nicole. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  got it this morning from the vending machine downstairs. It's good for  you." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  Vito told me that once." I said. Nicole chewed on the chocolate. Kelly looked  and me and Sheena.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uhm...I  have to uh...go out." She said, blushing. "Robert called. He's going  to take me out. Is that ok?" She looked at Nicole.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"YEAH!  Go. I'll be fine. And you need to tell us about him when you get back."  She smiled, but rubbed her temples as she chewed on her chocolate. I brought her  a glass of orange juice. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Vito  told me that you lose a lot of vitamin C while you're drunk or something."  I told her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Nicole  laughed. "Apparently, Vito's like the hangover headmaster or something."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">We all  laughed and I hesitated. "Well, uh..." I didn't want to leave a hung-over  Nicole alone. "Uh...Zack...uh called." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Bee??!  You have to leave too?” She asked. I looked down and then up at Sheena. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...I'm  staying." Sheena said. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh.  That's ok. You can go out. I don't mind." Nicole said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are  you sure?" I asked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Don't  worry. I'm hung-over, not dying. I'll survive." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I  laughed. She even <u>sounded</u> her herself. I looked at the clock. Darn. I  only had 45 minutes to let dressed. Oh my gosh! I pulled out clothes and lunged  for the bathroom. I was ready to go in record time, about 10 minutes before  5:00. The phone rang. Nicole answered it in one ring and put it on speaker. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hello.  This is the hotel front desk. You have a visitor."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Is  it a rapist?" Nicole asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nicole!"  I whispered.</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Name  please, sir." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Zack.  I'm here for Bee." I heard in the background. My heart sped up. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"It's  Zack, miss." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh."  Nicole looked at me. "She'll be right there." I hugged Sheena and Nicole.  "I hope you feel better, Nic." I grabbed my cardigan and fled to the  elevator. I had a chance to catch my breath. <i style="">Calm, Surb, calm.</i> I breathed in deeply. The elevator doors opened  and I heard someone step in. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are  you ok?" He asked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah,  I'm fine. Kinda nervous. But I'll be fine." I said, my eyes still closed.  Why was I telling all this to a stranger? Weird...his voice was friendly  though. His voice made me want to tell him everything that I was feeling. The  elevator dinged. I finally opened my eyes and stepped out, looking around for  Zack. I couldn't find him anywhere. Someone grabbed me from behind and I  jumped. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Looking  for someone, Ms. Nervous?" A soft voice whispered in my ear, while I  struggled to break free. I turned around and felt giddy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You  got me so scared." I said, smiling up at him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Mhmm..."  I looked into his eyes and felt nervous and giddy all over again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">---------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;">Sheen's POV</span><br></span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Nicole  was sitting on the bed, still eating her chocolate and sipping her orange juice,  flipping through channels. I had showered and changed and made some popcorn while  we watched a rerun of The Gilmore Girls on TV. I had been obsessed with that  show for a while. We were just chilling, sitting there, when my cell phone went  off. I picked up without checking the number. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hello?"  I said, distractedly. Dean and Rory were about to kiss. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey.  Sheena, right?" A mail voice said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  Who is this?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"It's  Ben. Hi!" He said. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Hey."  I said. "What's up?"<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Nothing  much. I just wanted to know...are you busy?" Ben asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well,  no, not really." I replied, my eyes still glued to the TV and hardly  paying attention to the phone.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well,  I was just wondering...do you want to go out sometime?" Ben asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...uhm..."  I was caught up with tension. What was I supposed to say to that? <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No?  Well that's...ok I guess." Ben sounded so down.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"No.  No no! It's nothing like that! Look...I just...can we meet so I can explain myself?  Please..." I attempted to fix the situation.</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  I guess so..." He said, still sounding sad. I glanced at Nicole. Oh my  gosh! Nicole! I'd totally forgotten about her. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'll...uh...see  you in a few. Can you pick me up?" I gave him the directions and hotel  name. He said he'd be there in half an hour. I looked at Nicole. "Hey. I have  to leave you for a bit, k?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Sure."  Nicole shrugged. "I'm alright. You know how Bee and Kelly get."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah."  I said. Nicole looked at me. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are  you ok? What happened?" I looked at her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh...Ben  just called, you know the guy I was hanging out with last night. He just asked  me out and I don't know what to say to him...I mean, I like him. He seems like  a nice person and everything, but you know...I don't like him <i style="">that</i> way." I was nervous about what  to tell him. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  know what you mean. It sucks. But best way to let him down is to tell him you  guys can still be friends. I've been in situations like that before. It's  better to not lead them on at all. Be clear. Be distant, if you have to, just  get the message across." While Nicole talked, I walked over to my suitcase  and started pulling out clothes.</span></p><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><!--[if gte mso 9]>   <w:WordDocument>    <w:View>Normal</w:View>    <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>    <w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/>   </w:WordDocument>  <![endif]--><style>  <!-- x Font Definitions x@font-face{font-family:Verdana;panose-1:2 11 6 4 3 5 4 4 2 4;mso-font-charset:0;mso-generic-font-family:swiss;mso-font-pitch:variable;mso-font-signature:536871559 0 0 0 415 0;} x Style Definitions xp.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal{mso-style-parent:"";margin:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;mso-pagination:widow-orphan;font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1{size:612.0pt 792.0pt;margin:72.0pt 90.0pt 72.0pt 90.0pt;mso-header-margin:36.0pt;mso-footer-margin:36.0pt;mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1{page:Section1;}-->  </style>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Why  does this always happen to me?!" I whined. Nicole nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Don't  put too much thought into your clothes. Wear what you want to wear. Maybe what  you'll wear will be a turn-off for him." I laughed. 45 minutes later, I was  dressed low, in a pair of jeans and an old t-shirt that was comfy. I figured  that comfortable clothing would make me less nervous, but that magic wasn't working.  I was sitting across from Ben at a Starbucks. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh...k.  Well let me just get right to the point...I...uh...well. I like you, Ben, just  not in that way. I'm sorry. But we can be friends, right? And, it wouldn't work  out anyway, so it would be for the best to not get something started..." I  was looking at his face, which was unreadable. "Ben...? Uhm..."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I'm  fine. Thanks for being honest, Sheena." He smiled a little. "We can  be friends. As long as you let me be your tour guide for the 3 weeks you're  here." I smiled. This was something I could allow. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Sure."  I sighed inaudibly in relief. Thank goodness that worked out.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal">hey guys.</p>sorry its been so long.<br>bee was having technical malfunctions <br>with her mind :P<br><br>  </xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta>]]></description>
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	      <dc:date>2008-11-17T14:07:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Know I'll Never Die Alone Because Of All Of You (Part 3)]]></title>
	      <link>http://nicolewasacubscout.buzznet.com/user/journal/3190051/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">"I'm always drawn to each horizon<br>
When it's rising, when it sets<br>
But all I can think about is sex<br>
And playing one more game of six-cup<br>
In the backyard at "The Wedge"<br>
I know I'll never die alone because of all of you..."<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Let It Roll:All Time Low</span><br></div><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Nicole's POV </span><br><br><br>I looked around the room. It was dark and smoky. People were standing around in   a huddle. Then I&nbsp; saw him. And then I jumped behind a couch, breaking up the   annoying kissing couple, which was not so much a bad thing.<br>"Ex-CUSE me!" The   girl shouted.<br>"You're excused" I replied hurriedly, too distracted by my fear   to reply more bitchily.<br>"What the FUCK! What's your problem? Who the fuck are   you, anyway?" She glared at me.<br>"Nicole. And my problem is that you and your   boyfriend here think it's fine to put on a show for the general public, when in   reality it's utterly disgusting!" I replied with as much acid as I could   muster.<br>"UHHHH...well if it's bothering you: go away!" The girl   said.<br>"Whatever." I turned away from her to spy on Alex only to find that   everyone in the room was looking at me.<br>I shied away from everyone's eyes and   slunk low to the floor.<br>Oh fuck, oh fuck! I HATE attention.<br>Suddenly a   pair of Nike shoes in front of me. I looked up slowly, shivering in fear as I   followed the skinny jeans and then a familiar Glamour Kills shirt and then I   looked up and froze up completely.<br>"Hey, are you uh...ok?" He asked,   appraising my curled up body.<br>"I...uh...I...uh..." I stammered<br>"You're   Nicole, right?" He asked.<br>"WHAT?! Uh...how do you know that?" I was beyond   confused.<br>"You kind of announced it to the entire room." He said,   smiling.<br>"Oh...uh, k." I said.<br>"So...are you new here?" He asked, holding   out his arm for me to get up.<br>"Uh...uh..." I tried to say 'yes' but I failed   so I just nodded. He then grabbed my hand quickly and pulled me up. I almost   fainted at the contact.<br>"Uh..." I wanted to say 'thanks' but my tongue was   not obeying today. I was star-struck and totally in love.<br>"So...where are you   from?" Alex asked.<br>"Uh...Ca-Ca-Canada." I stammered. Get yourself   together, Nicole.&nbsp; "Canada."<br>"Whoa. Cool. So why're you here?"<br>I   took a moment to gather my thoughts. He stared at me intently as he waited for   my answer.<br>"Well...it's my birthday in a month and my friend's birthday just   passed and we decided that...uh...well..." I didn't want to announce the fact   that we had come so we could pretty much spy on them. <br>He looked at me with   what I deduced was amusement. <br>"Well...we, uh...just wanted to get away from   home for a while. And so...uh...we came here."<br>"Oh. How long are you   staying?"<br>"Uhm...oh. 3 weeks. We're leaving a couple of days before my   birthday."<br>"Well that sucks." Alex commented.<br>"Why?" I asked, slightly   confused. I was getting slightly used to his presence. He smelled like a mixture   of vanilla and Tag, but different. I breathed in the scent, wanting to remember   it. <br>"I won't get to say happy birthday to you." He stated, as if it was   obvious. <br>I felt myself go red. Oh honestly, now was not a   good time to blush. <br>"Oh, HEY ALEX!" A voice from behind me interrupted. It   was the makeout girl. Where was her boyfriend, now? She probably made the poor   guy get a drink for her or something. I glared at her, letting her know that her   prescence was irratating enough without her squeaky high voice. Then as if it   wasn't enough, she draped her arms over his shoulders and hugged him. Longer   than necessary, I might add. I bristled with anger. What the...fuck! The girl   thought she could just waltz into other people's conversations? She was so wrong. She was picking a battle with the wrong person. I   cleared my throat and she let go of him. She turned around and studied me.   <br>"Alex," She asked in surprise, "Do you know this girl?"   <br>"Uh...kinda. We just met. This is uh...Nicole and Nicole, this is Lisa." He   said, a small smile playing on his lips.<br>"Oh." Then she turned to me. "Me and   Alex went to the same school our entire lives."<br>"Really? How very   interesting." I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster. Out of the corner   of my eye I noticed that Alex was shaking with silent laughter. <br>"Yeah, I   know, right? We've been friends since he threw sand in my eyes from the sandbox   when we were 5."<br>"Uh huh. That's lovely. Sand in the eyes, you say. Ouch." I   replied. The girl was really bad at taking a hint. <br>"Yeah,   I know." She looked at Alex, lovingly. "Even nowdays, we're so close. I mean,   he's always away on tour but we've managed to keep our friendship   intact."<br>"Huh. Wow. Amazing." I glowered. <br>Alex suddenly laughed really   hard. <br>"What? Why're you laughing?" She asked him, confused.<br>I was   confused, too. But I didn't say anything. Instead I smiled so it looked like me   and Alex had a secret. Ha! Take that, mega-bitch! <br>"Nothing, nothing." He   replied. He looked at me and winked and smiled in my direction.<br>Lisa frowned.   "You're keeping secrets from me." She complained. <br>I was beyond frustrated   with this girl. "I'm going to go get myself a glass of punch or something." I   said and headed in the general direction of the punch. I filled a glass to the   brim and headed back to Alex and the stupid blond girl. I was a few feet away   from them and her back was facing me. I could tell they were talking about   me.<br>"Good job, Alex. You've always been good at picking the best sluts."   <br>"Shut up, Lisa." He said. Just then, he saw me. Lisa followed his eyes and   when she saw me, she smirked. <br>"Oh look. Tonight's catch is back, Alex." <br>I   lost it after that and took my glass of punch and did what any self-respecting   girl would've done with it. I threw it in the surprised bitch's face.   <br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Sheen's POV</span><br><br>I looked around for   Bee, wanting to tell her about Brad. What an idiot. Seriously. Pretty much all   the guys were asses here. What a waste of time. I tried to recall what was it   about him that had compelled me to talk to him in the first place. It   was because Bee, Nicole and Kelly all dissapeared shortly after arriving at the   party. I looked around some more and finally spotted her. She was   talking to Zack. Wow, the girl could talk! No, I wasn't going   to cut her slack this time. No. I needed my best friend, right now. So I marched   right up to them and I tried to look desperately at Bee.<br>"Surb!" I complained   when she smiled at me.<br>"Oh! Zack, this is my best friend, Sheena. Sheen, this   is Zack." <br>"Hi," I said, distracedly to Zack. "Surb, when are we   leaving?"<br>Zack and Bee both looked taken aback by my bluntness. Bee   &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; realized that I needed to talk to her alone. She   looked at Zack apologetically. "I'll uh...be right back." She grabbed my arm and   pulled me slightly away. <br>"Sheen, what's up? What happened? I saw you talking   to that guy. I thought you looked fine."<br>"No. He was such a bum. We were arguing not talking.. We were discussing piano. He doesn't   even play and he thinks it's boring and a thing of the past. I would've   strangled him if I wasn't afraid of police raiding this house and finding me   guilty of murder, as well as in a house full of drunk and immature   teenagers."<br>"Sheen, let it go. The guy was probably drunk. Go talk to other   people. Mingle. Or you could just hang out with me and Zack." Bee   said.<br>Mingle. Yeah, right. I'd never mingled. Bee was good   with meeting new people. Me: not so much. But her other offer didn't sound   tempting, either. I didn't want to spend the night attached to Bee while she and   Zack flirted. No thanks. "I'm going to go find a bathroom." I finally replied.   "Go back to Zack. I think he's getting restless." I smirked at Bee. She looked   around but caught herself and quickly turned back around, a guilty look on her   face. <br>"Are you sure?" Oh god. The girl's conscience was kicking in again. I   rolled my eyes. <br>"Surb, I'll be fine." I said. "Seriously. Go! He's waiting   for you and do me a favour and hug him before we leave tonight." With that, I   turned on my heel and left my best friend there, with her eyes wide. I could   tell what she was thinking. Sheen was being romantic!?WHOA!   I smiled slightly. Surb should know by now that I was always full of surprises.   I quickly discovered the bathroom door, walking towards it. I pulled it open   only to find a bedroom, not a bathroom. There was a guy sitting on the bed,   reading. He looked up and I felt like I was falling. He smiled. "Hey. Come for   an escape?" I looked back through the open doorway, thinking about what Bee had   said about "mingling." Sure, why not? <br>"Oh yeah!" I said, sounding confident.   I stepped into the room, my toes   tingling.<br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">&nbsp;Bee's POV </span><br><br>I was gazing into Zack's eyes. They were beautiful. As were the hordes   of girls that came up to him and hugged him and <br>fawned over him. Each time,   he would politely extricate himself from them and blush deeply when he   looked at me. He <br>probably already knew what I was thinking; everyone knew I   wasn't exactly hard to read. I was completely at a loss about <br>what to   think, though. I mean, here I was, thinking I had a chance because we'd had   this awesome conversation and had <br>totally bonded or whatever, but he already   had a bunch of girl friends (girlfriends?) who were prettier than me. I   looked away <br>from his eyes. I stared at his shoes, instead. They were   pretty, too. Purple, orange and black. I wondered if this was <br>how people   in love reacted to everything. Everything was beautiful or pretty. I was so   caught up in my thinking that I <br>didn't notice that he was waving his hands   at me. 'Huh?' I asked in surprise when I finally noticed. 'You zoned out   on me!' He said. 'Oh...uh...yeah.' I said. 'I didn't mean to. It just   happened. I <br>was thinking.''About what?' He asked, curiously.'Love.'   I blurted without thinking about it. I clapped my hand <br>over my mouth. He   looked surprised. 'Why?' He asked.I didn't know how to respond to that.   'Uhm...'I couldn't tell <br>him I loved him! That would scare   him off, and plus he probably already had a girlfriend. 'I'm not sure.' I   said, <br>finally.'Oh.' He looked at me and then said, almost shyly, 'You   know, I don't really know all those girls. They were   <br>kind of drunk or something, but I didn't recognize most of them.' He   blushed right then and if I wasn't so upset, my <br>heart would've melted on   the spot. 'Oh really?!' I cringed at the sound of my voice, which was   <br>more accusatory than I'd intended. 'Really, I swear.' He looked into my   eyes and I felt some of <br>the anger leave my body. He leaned forward slowly   and I pretty much would've fainted if he hadn't grabbed my hands. <br>The   contact left me shivering in anticipation. I was shivering so hard that I   was shivering so hard that I was vibrating. Oh <br>wait, that was my phone.   'Uh...sorry. Hold on.' I glanced at the caller id. CM. I frowned   because he'd interruputed a good moment. 'Hey.' I said into the phone.   'Hey! How's Maryland?!' He asked.<br>'Great!' I responded. 'I have so much   to tell you, but maybe later.' I glanced at Zack. 'We're at this house   party, so I <br>can't really talk.''Oh, seriously? It's like your 2nd night   there!'&nbsp; 'I know. Long, but kinda short story. I'll explain later.' <br>'Yeah.   You can do it this weekend. Me and Chintan are coming for the   weekend.'&nbsp;&nbsp; <br>'WHAT?!' I barked, in surprise. Zack looked me,   curiously.'Yeah. Just for the weekend. It'll be cool.' <br>'Uh...k. I'll   tell the others.''K...later.' CM said.<br>'Bye.' I said, clicking the   'end' button. 'Who was that?' Zack questioned almost immediately. <br>'A   friend. He and my other friend are coming down for the weekend. It'll be   cool. You'll get to meet them.' I said.<br>'Cool.' He said.Just then, we   heard a scream. Me and Zack exchanged a <br>confused glance and headed in the   direction of the scream. What I saw next made me stop in my tracks. What was   going   <br>ON!?<br>---------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Kel's POV</span><br>Nicole   stood in the middle of a big crowd, clutching a glass punch and sporting a   sour look on her face. I gasped. Robert <br>looked at me, questioningly. 'That's   my best friend, Nicole.' I whispered. 'I wanted you to meet her in a better   way.' I <br>walked towards the middle of the crowd where Nicole was   standing. I noticed a girl was sprawled on the floor and her <br>hair was   wet with punch. From Nicole's cup. Oh god. I spotted Bee making her way over   and Sheena coming over <br>from the other side of the room. I reached Nicole   first and attempted to drag her away from the scene. But apparently <br>the   girl had recovered from her initial surprise. 'YOU BITCH!' She yelled at   Nicole.<br>'Excuse me. But YOU were the   one who was acting all stupid and making bitchy comments. You deserved   <br>everything you GOT!' Nicole replied, venomously.I looked at Bee for   support. She grabbed Nicole's other arm <br>and tried to pull her away, but   Nicole stayed where she wasa.'K...show's over. Go away.' A voice behind me   said. Sheena. <br>People started dispersing. I guess drama like this happened at   parties like this and they were all used to it. Sheena walked <br>over to   the other girl and helped her stand up. `We're sorry, but Nicole didn't mean   to do it.' Sheena said to <br>the girl. The girl muttered under her breath. I   caught stray words like 'accident', 'bitch', and 'my ass'. I nudged Nicole   <br>and whispered, 'Say sorry!'<br>'Hell no!' She whispered back. 'C'mon   Nic. We have to leave soon anyway.'&nbsp;&nbsp; 'I'm sorry.' Nicole   said, clearly not meaning it. <br>The girl just glared at   her. 'Whatever!' She said. 'ADAM!' She yelled and a guy   joined us, looking sheepish. 'C'mon. We're leaving.' She looked at us   with contempt. She shook Sheena off and grabbed Adam's arm and strutted out   of the room with her high heels. Robert came up behind me. 'Wow, she was   pretty scary.'<br>'I know! She was full-out creepy.' I turned to see who had   spoken. It was Alex. As in Gaskarth. As in object of Nicole's <br>love! He   was laughing quietly. 'I knew if anyone could get rid of her, it was   Nicole.' He casually slung his arm around her and Nicole's already pink   cheeks turned red. Bee and Sheena exchanged a quick grin before   returning to normal. I turned to look at the scene around us. The room was   empty, but it was littered. I felt sorry for the owners of this house. I   noticed a guy sitting on the couch, his nose in a book. Sheena noticed me   looking because she smiled.<br>'That's Ben.' She said. I smiled back, glad   that she'd not been alone. I felt guilty for ditching her for Robert. Bee   was <br>hanging out with Zack and it was natural that Nicole would track   Alex down, which left me and her and we were <br>supposed to stick together, but   then I hadn't known that Robert was here. My breath caught just thinking   about it. I <br>let my mind wander over the details of tonight. This party   was good luck. First, I'd run into Robert, who had the most <br>gorgeous   eyes and then we'd talked. He was so perfect. Only a year older, he was   focused and wanted to become a doctor <br>when he grew up. He and I had   just...clicked, I guess. We'd talked about anything and everything. He was   attending <br>Brown and it was incredible because that's where I wanted to   go. I really liked him. And then he kissed me and I felt <br>lightweight as   if I could fly. No one had ever made me feel like this before. As I gazed   into his eyes, I felt the rest of the <br>room fading away. I was content just   holding his hand for now. Nicole noticed, as did Bee and Sheena. They all   flashed <br>me subtle smiles that showed they approved. Soon enough, other   people floated in and out of the room and the <br>conversation soon flowed   between me and Robert again, interrupted only near about 3:00 a.m. when   Sheena said she <br>wanted to go home because she was   tired.<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Sheen's POV</span><br><br>'I'm   the designated driver.' Ben was saying. He laughed. 'I don't really mind,   but sometimes my drunk best friend is <br>really annoying.'   He continued.I looked at him and smiled. 'I know what you mean.' I tried to   <br>picture a drunk Bee and the only thing I could think of was a really   gabby and giggly girl. It's a good thing my best friend <br>was very much   against getting wasted. I didn't think she wanted people to see the drunk   side of her, but she did have <br>a drink every now and then. 'Is he here   today?' I asked, wanting to meet Ben's best friend. 'Oh yeah. He's the only   <br>reason I'm here today.' He said, then glanced at me. 'But I'm kinda glad   I came.' I smiled at that. He was sweet, but I <br>wasn't irrational. I was   leaving in a few weeks and then me and Bee were flying to London to spend   the rest of the year <br>there and we would start at Oxford University in 2nd   term. There was no chance for me and Ben ever getting together <br>and   staying that way. But we could definately be friends. That's what I wanted.   'So where's he, at the moment?' I <br>asked, somewhat curious. 'Around   somewhere.' He said vaguely, shrugging.'We can go look for him if you want.'   I suggested. 'K.' He grabbed his book and started towards the living room   <br>where there was a table set up with a bunch of beer cups. I found Bee   and Zack standing there. <br>'What's going on?' I asked them.'Nothing as   interesting as this.' Bee said quietly, so that only <br>I could hear her,   nudging me. I shook my head no as subtely as possible to tell her that it   wasn't as she thought. 'This is <br>Ben. Ben, this is Bee.'<br>'Hi.' Bee smiled.   He smiled back and nodded in greeting. Zack and Ben nodded at each other and   I figured they already <br>knew each other. 'So explain what's going on!' I   asked Bee. 'It's call Beer Pong. There's 2 teams. You try to get the ping   <br>pong ball into the cup, if you miss, you drink it, if you get it in the   other team drinks it.' Zack explained. <br>'Oh.' I nodded. Ben pulled my arm,   pointing at a guy.'That's Brad, my best friend.' Just then, the guy turned   <br>around and looked at us and waved and my stomach turned   over.<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Nicole's POV</span><br><br>I   was drunk. My head was buzzing and I was dizzy. Alex held up the ball and   threw it. <br>It plonked into the beer cup. 'HA!' He yelled in triumph, raising   his arms over his head like he'd just won the gold medal at the Olympics. <br>He   pointed at Jack. 'Drink up.' Jack grabbed the cup, pulled the ball out and   drained it. He stood at the other end and took his aim and in went the   ball. <br>Damn, I thought. <br>He pointed to me. 'Your turn!' I   started to shake my head. No way. I was drunk enough. Alex noticed my   hesitation.<br>'It's ok. I'll drink it.' He said gently to me. He grabbed the   cup and gulped the beer. His entire face was fuzzy or maybe it was   because I was drunk. Someone put their hand on my shoulder and I turned   around unsteadily on my feet. It was Bee.<br>&nbsp;'Hey. Maybe you should pull   out of the game. You look...uh...you know...' <br>Drunk, I   filled in for her. 'But there's only one cup left!' I protested. 'Let me   finish this game, at least. We're winning.' But I could tell I wasn't going   to win this battle with Bee. I was right. She was giving me that look,   the look that made me feel incredibly guilty.<br>'Nicole, last cup! Come   'ere! You're my good luck charm!' Alex called from behind me. I gave Bee a   desperate look and my eyes were begging. Bee sighed.   'Fine. Last game though.' She said sternly. 'THANK   YOU!' I leaned forward to give her a hug and stumbled drunkenly. Bee held my   arm and gave me look that made me feel guilty all over again. Then another   hand grabbed my arm. It was Alex. 'C'mon. I have you.' He whispered,   gently pulling me against him. ''Kay.' I managed to slur. He grabbed the   ping pong ball and held it up. <br>'Blow on it.' I blew on it. 'Ok.' He said   and he threw the ball. He whooped and hollered as it flew into the cup. He   put his <br>arms around me and started jumping. This was the coolest night   ever. Jack stumbled to the couch and lay down, looks <br>like I wasn't the only   one that was drunk. I smiled. 'What're you smiling at?' Alex   asked.'Nothing. This is the coolest night EVER!' I replied. 'So you had   fun, right?' He asked.<br>'YEAH!' I responded. 'Good, cuz I would hate to   have you dissapointed.' He gave me a scorching look. <br>'Wh-Why?' I   stammered. He just continued gazing at me. 'You know, I really like you,   Nicole.' He said as he lowered his <br>face to mine. Sparks lit up my entire   body and I felt dizzy when he kissed me. I wondered if he could hear my   heart thudding manically in my chest. I was grinning when he pulled   away. I was giddy with happiness. 'C'mon.' Alex said, taking my hand and   leading me out of the room. I would follow him just about   anywhere.<br>-----------------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Bee's POV</span><br><br>I   found myself looking into Zack's eyes for the second time tonight. This   night had been eventful. Kelly looked super-cute <br>with Robert and Nicole with   Alex. Sheena had clarified that she didn't think of Ben that way but I suspected otherwise. Baltimore was turning   out to be the most...wonderful trip I'd been on. There were sleepy couples   emerging out of rooms. 'I think I'm going to go home now. I   mean...yeah.' I said. I really didn't want to leave but   I tried to think straight. I needed to leave. It was late and everyone   was leaving. I looked into his eyes again. Oh my. He was leaning towards me.   My heart was pumping louder than ever. How can one person make you   feel like that?' When he finally kissed me, it was like diving and   I kept falling and falling and falling. I was dizzy from the head rush. When   he pulled away I was grinning. This was the happiest moment of my life.   The night came to an end then. Sheena came and found me. She had Kelly with   her. 'Where's Nicole?' Kelly asked. 'I don't know. She was playing that   game when I last saw her.' I replied.'Well, we've looked everywhere for   her. She's not here.' Sheena said. I felt a panic attack coming on.   WHAT?! Where the hell was she? I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled   through the numbers frantically. I pressed send and it rang. 'Hey!'   Nicole answered at the other end. <br>'Where the hell are   you?!?!' I asked.'Whoa, Bee. Calm down. I just went for a drive.'   'DRIVE?!?!?! HAVE YOU GONE NUTS?!?! YOU'RE DRUNK!' I   was spazzing but what was she thinking? 'No. I didn't drive. Alex drove.' I   rolled my eyes. I was starting to calm down a little. She sounded fine. 'Alex was drunk too! Where are you? We're   coming to pick <br>you up.' She gave me the major intersections. Zack looked at   me. 'I'll drive you. You don't know where you're going.' He said.   'Sheena and Kelly can drive home.'&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; 'Fine.' I agreed quickly. I tossed the   keys to Sheena. 'Call me <br>when you get to the hotel. And we'll be home soon.   Don't worry.' I quickly gave Sheena and Kelly a hug and hurried out <br>of   the door after Zack. He grabbed my hand in the car as he sped towards the   street. 'Don't worry. Alex doesn't really get drunk. She's fine.'   Oh yeah. Real assuring. I'm sure that's what they told the   police, too, I thought to myself. As long as she was   fine...And I was thinking that after a romantic drive down Thames Street   she was more than fine.   <br>----------------------------------------------------------- <br><br>]]></description>
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	      <dc:date>2008-10-14T15:22:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Know I'll Never Die Alone Because Of All Of You (Part 2)]]></title>
	      <link>http://nicolewasacubscout.buzznet.com/user/journal/3066181/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Here's to the fast times; the times we felt alive; </span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
to all the nights that we forgot to get back home.</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
Stay seventeen,</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
the party scene has got the best of me and you,</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
we've got to let this go..."</span><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-The Party Scene: All Time Low</span><br>
</div><xmeta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><xmeta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><xmeta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><xmeta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 9"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Bee's POV</span><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I yawned  and raised my arms over my head. The sun shined through the windows. The past  day came flooding back to me. I smiled. Baltimore. Right. <i style="">I can't believe I'm here. Wow. </i>The thoughts chased each other  around her head. Oh...wait. Groceries. Sometime during my tiredness last night,  I'd promised them all that I was going to buy the groceries. I groaned. Moment  of weakness. Oh well, I might as well get dressed. I looked around. Kelly's  side of the bed was made and Nicole was gently turning on her side. I looked at  Sheena who looked so peaceful. So I decided to let them sleep. Kelly pushed  open the room door. She smiled. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  hey. I decided to pop downstairs and grab some breakfast." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"How  long have you been awake?" I asked her drowsily.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...I  think since 7:30."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Wow.  How do you do that?" I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Do  what?" She asked, slightly confused.<span style="">&nbsp;  </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Get  up so early. It's inhumane!" I said. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Kelly  just laughed. "Are you headed off to buy the groceries?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I  frowned. "Don't remind me. I just remembered that I promised. I honestly  didn't mean to volunteer. I bet you guys spiked my hot chocolate to make me say  that." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Kelly laughed  some more. <span style="">&nbsp;</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  think you'd better go get the groceries, I'll wake these two up."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok."  I sighed. Might as well get everything done sooner rather than later.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"...Milk  check, bread check. Ok. So I have everything we need. What else should I get  then?" I wondered out loud.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ice  cream would complete the package." I exclaimed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I headed  towards the cold section of the supermarket. I shivered involuntarily. It was freezing  here. Oh no. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  don't even know what flavour ice cream I should get. Hm...Neapolitan...hmmm..."  I stood there a little more, contemplating the ice cream section. I took out  the big container of the Neapolitan ice cream. I turned around and ran smack  into someone. I dropped the ice cream tub on their foot.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  my gosh! I'm so sorry." I gasped. I attempted to straighten the basket of  groceries in my hand while I bent down to pick up the ice cream tub. The bread  slipped out of the basket.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh  dear." I exclaimed. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Do  you want some help?" The stranger asked. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh...yes  please. Thank you, so much. I'm so sorry about dropping the ice cream on your -"  I looked up to give the poor guy a smile for all his help. And I was stunned  speechless. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Sheen's POV</span><br></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Where was  Bee? She was supposed to be done with groceries 2 hours ago.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"So  what time did she leave, exactly?" I asked.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Uh...I  think around 11:00 a.m." Kelly answered.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are  you sure? It's 3:00 and she's not back yet. I think there's something wrong.  And she left her cell phone behind. She never does that." I fretted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Sheen,  it's ok. She's probably fine. She probably just got extra caught up with the  groceries or...something." Nicole attempted.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Just then  the door to the room opened and Bee stepped in, grinning madly. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">We all  turned to stare at her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What?"  She asked, a little defensively. "Help me with the groceries,  please!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Where  have you BEEN!?" I asked her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Oh...well...I'll  explain. But help me first. There's a lot to tell, I guess." She said,  hurriedly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Nicole  and Kelly headed towards the door, but I was a little wary. Bee <b style="">always </b>had a tale to tell. But I was  curious. Why was she so excited? I sighed and headed towards the groceries and  helped drag them in and stocked them in the fridge in the corner of the room. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok.  Now. Spill. What happened?" Nicole stole the words from my mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Ok...so...I  was happily grocery shopping and then I went to the ice cream part of the store  and I was so undecided. Oh- I bought Neapolitan, by the way."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"EWH!  NO! I HATE NEOPOLITAN! Well...no. But I hate the strawberry and like, if it  even touches the rest, I freak out." Nicole responded.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Kelly  rolled her eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"BEE,  NICOLE! Not the point here!" I exclaimed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Right,  right! So anyhoo. I like grab the tub, turn around and completely run into this  guy and drop the tub on his foot. And then -" She broke off, a dreamy  expression taking over her face. "And then...I met him."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Sheena  realized that something was up. Oh, Bee wasn't lying. There was <b style="">definitely </b>a tale behind this. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Nicole's POV</span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Nicole  watched Bee's expression intently as she continued the story. Wow. That was  romantic. She ran into her loved one so <b style="">quickly!?</b>  It wasn't fair. Where was Alex right now? Grocery-bumping into girls, too?  Girls that weren't her! She scowled at the thought. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"And  then- he asked me to come to the party tonight!" Bee continued without  losing any steam. "I mean...isn't that exciting? Not even a day in  Baltimore and we're <b style="">already </b>invited  to one of the awesome parties here? Seriously. This is the best. I'm glad I  decided to go grocery shopping!" She squealed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah!  Go Bee! I can't believe how easily you did that!" Kelly said.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah!  I know! Me too. It was incredible that I could even talk straight. At first, I  like froze and he was asking if I was ok and stuff and then I finally came out  of my shell, I tried to act normal. But I don't know how that worked out."  She replied.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I  laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"You:  normal?" I laughed some more. "Seriously, Bee. That isn't you. But  I'm glad he invited you, too." <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"What  do you mean me?" She asked, incredulously. "You guys are coming,  too!" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Sheena's  mouth dropped open. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Are  you kidding?!" She asked. "So he just randomly invites 4 girls to a  party, one of whom dropped an ice cream tub on his foot and 3 of them who he  hasn't met at all?!"<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...yeah!  C'mon Sheen, it'll be so much FUN! That's what we're her for: fun!" Bee  grinned. "I can't wait!" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I was  speechless and thinking. If Zack was going to be there, what were the chances  of Alex being there? Could it be possible that he would be there, too? Well...I  was about to find out for sure.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well...what  time is the party?" I asked<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  think it starts at 7:30 and I've got the directions." Bee replied.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I looked  at the clock on the microwave.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"I  CALL DIBS ON THE BATHROOM!" I yelled, excitedly.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Kel's POV</span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I stared  around the spacious house. We were at a house party. Already. On our 2nd night  in Baltimore. How did that work out again? Oh yeah. Bee. And meeting Zack. The  guy of her dreams. Amazing. But the house looked nice. Real party-like. They definitely  didn't have parties like this back home. This was like one of those parties  they had in those books Nicole and Bee read. Some random guy had greeted us at  the door and thrust a few alcoholic beverages into our hands and told us to  come in. I thought he was drunk, which was kind of crazy because the party had  kind of just started. It was around 8:30 and people were already jumping off  tables and having a good ol' time. I looked around for Nicole, Bee or Sheena  having lost all of them about 15 minutes ago. I spotted Bee talking to Zack  intently. Good for her. And Sheena was in deep conversation with some cute guy  and she looked pretty passionate about it. I looked around for Nicole, instead.  I spotted her a few tables away looking glaring at a couple making out on the  couch. She kept coughing and with no subtlety kept going “EWH!”<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yo  Foo!" I yelled across the space as I walked closer to where she was. A few  people turned at stared at us, but I ignored them.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Kel,  why isn't he here?" She asked me.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Who?"  I asked, already knowing the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"ALEX!"  She responded desperately. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"He'll  show up, eventually. I mean, yeah. He's coming. Bee asked Zack and he told her  so."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yeah.  I should be patient, right?" <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Yes."<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Just then  I heard a loud crash from the other room. Me and Nicole looked at each other  and followed the crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"YO!  WHERE'S THE PARTY AT?!" We heard a guy yell.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">Nicole's  eyes widened. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"OH  MY GOSH!" She gripped my arm in a tight grip. "He's here!" Her  eyes were wide as saucers. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">"Well  then, GO!" I shoved her towards where the voice had come from.<o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">I smiled  when I thought about that. My best friend deserved him and she deserved to let  herself be known to him. I gave her a good luck thumbs-up and a smile. Then I  turned around and looked into the most gorgeous pair of blue-green eyes I'd  ever seen. <o:p></o:p></span></p>    <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;">----------------------------------------------------</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal">2nd part</p><p class="MsoNormal">written by Bee</p><p class="MsoNormal">hated by Julie</p><p class="MsoNormal">because she hates all fanfics :)</p><p class="MsoNormal">hahahhahaha</p><p class="MsoNormal">anyways this was edited VERY much by me</p><p class="MsoNormal">[the girl who comes off incredibly desperate and incredibly SPED]</p><p class="MsoNormal">in history and law :)</p><p class="MsoNormal">bee is currently working on PART 3!</p><p class="MsoNormal">-enjoi</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br></p><p class="MsoNormal">[BTW me and Kelly have been friends for a little over 10 years.we were on the bus in Toronto about a year ago,and Kelly was doing the soulja boy dance and kicked some asian girl.possibly one of the funniest moments of my young life.anyway we got on the bus and i was laughing my fucking face off,and Kelly goes "Calm down,fool!" but of course i was laughing to hard to hear "Fool" all i heard was "Foo". so i turned to her and went "I am calm Gabe!" and she asked why i called her Gabe and i said "cuz your wearing the sweater!!" hense Gabe and Foo]<br></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>  </xmeta></xmeta></xmeta></xmeta>]]></description>
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		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
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	      <dc:creator>nicolewasacubscout</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-09-24T14:23:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[I Know I'll Never Die Alone Because Of All Of You (Part 1)]]></title>
	      <link>http://nicolewasacubscout.buzznet.com/user/journal/3041841/</link>
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<span style="font-style: italic;">&nbsp;  Heartbeat racing</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
The interstate, my home tonight</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
For one more long night</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">
I'm sure as hell the happiest I've ever been</span><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Vegas:All Time Low</span><br style="font-style: italic;"></div><br>"ROAD TRIP, ROAD TRIP!" Chanted Nicole. She was so excited! Finally. They were finally going to Baltimore, Maryland. <br>"Oh my GOD! I can't believe we're finally GOING!"<br>"Yeah, I know! But buckle up! Seriously. I can't drive until you're all belted." Replied Bee.<br>"I know, I know. Geez." Nicole said, sullenly, while she put on her seatbelt. "We all know that you're a mother when it comes to driving. I'm wearing it. Geez."<br>Kelly and Sheena laughed. <br>"It's not funny, you guys." Bee said. "My parents are finally realizing they can't hold on to my life. I'm all grown up and I'm so out of here. But we have to actually get there in order to have fun, and we're not going anywhere until you guys are belted."<br>She finally started the car, after everyone was belted. <br>"Baltimore, here we come." Kelly screamed from her open window.<br>"YES!" They all yelled in unison.<br>"Ohmygod! I can't believe we're out from that small place. We're finally going somewhere important. We're going to have so much fun." Sheena said.<br>"Hellz yeah!" Nicole replied, always ready for a little bit of fun.<br>They all laughed at her enthusiasm. This was going to be an entertaining and memorable trip. Bee could just feel it in the cool, crisp autumn air.<br>She leaned her face into the breeze as she turned onto the highway that led to the US-Canada border. <br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br>"SWITCH!" Nicole yelled.<br>"Oh, thank God. I'm exhausted. This trip is so much longer than we need it to be." Said Bee. <br>She was considerably more tired than she should be.<br>"Are you driving or am I?" Sheena asked Nicole.<br>"You can. I'm not up to it, right now." Replied Nicole.<br>Kelly was sleeping in the back. <br>Bee parked in a small parking lot. She got up and stretched her legs. She went into the the small coffee shop and ordered a hot chocolate. She was not in the mood for caffiene. <br>Back in the car, she finally had time to gather her thoughts in her head. Zack Merrick. Baltimore. FINALLY away from home. With her best friends. This was going to be an amazing trip.<br>She finally dozed off to sleep while listening to her 'All Time Low' playlist on repeat, with a small smile on her face. <br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br>Nicole was too tired to talk. They finally checked into the small motel they'd booked for the trip, courtesy of Bee's terrific bargain-hunting skills. <br>The trip up here had drained all her energy. But they were in Baltimore and all the energy was returning to her after a power nap. It was 9:00 at night. The night was still young to many other people. But not for her. She wanted to curl up and sleep. How many times had she dreamed about this trip? How many times had she played this out in her head? And she couldn't believe she was finally here. It was so surreal. <br>Alex Gaskarth was somewhere around here, probably out at someone's house downing alcohol and partying the night away. She smiled at the thought. What she would give to be the girl who was probably flirting with him while he danced. Soon enough. Right now...sleep awaited. And dreams would do for now. But not for long. She was finally going to be able to meet him. This was all she wanted. And this trip, she was going to get it. Everything she wanted.&nbsp; ----------------------------------------------------<br><br>Sheena curled under her cozy sheets. The drive was draining, that was for sure. Holy crap. There was a dull ache in her feet. She was in Baltimore because it was Bee and Nicole's together-birthday gift. Bee's birthday had passed, and Nicole's was coming up and all they wanted was a road-trip to Baltimore. She wasn't going to shatter her best friend's dream. She wanted to get away from home, anyway. She thought about how much Bee loved Zack and Nicole loved Alex. It was incredible how the two could be such fangirls. But the two assured her that it wasn't just a crush. No. They were in love. And heck, since she'd never known how it felt, who was she to judge? She wanted this to be their best birthdays. She was going to find a way to make this trip work. It was going to be great.<br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br>Kelly woke up the first in the morning. It seemed like Nicole, Bee and Sheena were all later risers. Well, not Kelly. She believed in the whole "early bird gets worm" thing. She couldn't believe how they all crashed yesterday. But the trip was fun. At some point, they'd all decided to sing along to 'Vegas' really loudly with the windows rolled down and the boys in the next car had honked and whooped. Nicole was wild and she expected nothing less of her best friend. She was here to meet Alex Gaskarth and Bee was here to meet Zack Merrick. They had all come with a mission. What about her, though? Would she meet someone great here in Baltimore, too? She sure hoped so. But, I'm not going to put too much thought to that part. No. I'm here to have fun.She thought. She was going to make sure she had fun, no matter what her social life turned out like. At the end of this trip, she wanted memories. And that's what she was going to get. She was going to make sure. <br>----------------------------------------------------<br><br><br><br><br>Written by Bee<br>Posted by Me[Nicole]<br>Bee wanted me to tell you all that shes not a bug :)<br>thank you and enjoi<br>:P<br>]]></description>
		  		  	<category>alex gaskarth</category>
		  		  	<category>all time low</category>
		  		  <category>Buzznet</category>
	      <dc:creator>nicolewasacubscout</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-09-19T13:43:00Z</dc:date>
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	      <title><![CDATA[my foots asleep.hurts like a bitch.portuguese techniques cant help me now....]]></title>
	      <link>http://nicolewasacubscout.buzznet.com/user/journal/2855841/</link>
	      <description><![CDATA[<font size="1"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">http://alltimelow.buzznet.com/user/video/3439041/alex-gaskarth-jack-barakat-live/</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">beautiful.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">lol sooo todays a good day.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">probably cuz im so exhausted and giddy</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">that everything just seems&nbsp; really exciting or funny.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">its good times with me.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">so yesterday a bunch of us went to the mall.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">we made a scene in the food court</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-sang camp rock/all time low</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-did the zimbabawee-HUH! dance circa 2 summers ago.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-taught rocco the zimbabawee-HUH dance circa 2 summers ago.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-saw this old brown drunk guy get taken away by security.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-did the YMCA [cuz why not right]</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-encouraged rocco to make a toast to the foot court.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-called this girl "girlfriend" in a high pitched voice all afternoon cuz we didnt kno her name</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-charged a bunch of stuff to my moms card :)</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">all in all good times.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i got home.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">sooo tired.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">until i broke out the jawbreaker</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">that sounds so bad sorry :)</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and then i was hyper once again.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">so texted puj</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">called agnia.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">texted her at 12am wishing her happy birthday</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and didnt sleep till 4am</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and then i woke up at 6am this morning.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">yes people that is 2 hours of sleep.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i went to my moms wrk.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and since her work blocks all the good internet sites i pretty much spent 3 hours hacking into said internet sites.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">went to my nanas apartment [she wasnt there thank god]</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">aka gods waiting room.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">but it was errie!like you would not believe</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">then i like casually flirted with this hot guy from accross the parking lot.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">on the way home.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i heard chop suey on the radio by system of a down</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and started moshing[in the car,on the highway] to it.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">causing many people to stare.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">massive head ache afterwards.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">i requested we the kings on z103.5</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and the guys like "sure juliet,anything for you sweetie" </span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">veryyy odd.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">but ill take it :)</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">we then drove to my school to see when pre-registration was.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">only to get home and find out that the school</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-delivered a letter to my house saying when pre-registration was</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">-left a message also stating it.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">WERE COOL PEOPLE.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">tonight im going to some kids birthday that i dont even know</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">instead of going to my best friends :)</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">oh well</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">were seeing tropic thunder</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and nicole likes her some robert downey junior</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">so what if these kids are only grade 10.</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">its good times :)</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">peace out cubscouts :D</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">currently listening to:</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">madina lake:</span></span></font><font size="2"><span class="mw-headline"><font size="1"><span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">From Them, Through Us, To You</span></span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">the higher: </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">on fire</span></span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">plus im playing guitar hero in my head</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">yeah thats right it works :P</span></font><br>
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	      <dc:creator>nicolewasacubscout</dc:creator>
	      <dc:date>2008-08-14T10:51:00Z</dc:date>
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