Laughter Can Give You Headaches. Trust Me.

They say "laughter is the best medicine". They say "laugh your problems away". They say "laugh it off, it'll get better the next day". Well you know what I say? Laughter can give you one of the biggest fucking headaches ever. Trust me, I don't think I've ever laughed that hard in years. Today has been one of the most randomest shit of my life.

For starters, I think Marxel (Or Krylieee) is Korean(ese. LOL) or Hong Kongnese. See, when he smiles his eyes are barely there! (Yes, my favorite phrase of the day). I thought he was Chinese or something, but Korean was really the deal. Ha-ha.

I lost my voice, all because of Marielle. She and I laughed so hard, I swear I was about to piss. Good thing I found a Comfort Room. The comforts of LE COMFORT ROOM!

Secondly, I was hyper. No, I did not eat any sweet things (as much as I wanted to, I can't. Damn this thingy). I want to laugh all day, but if I did all hell would break loose. I think I have a slight ADD. Anyways, laugh.

I don't know what to do! I want to annoy Marielle and Marxel (ooh, M&M) but I can't, I'm too worn out! Damn you Marielle, making me laugh like there's no tomorrow. [A/N: Marielle, if you're reading this remember. THIRD NIPPLE. LOL]

Gah. Can't think of anything right now. Sorry Dina, chapters are taking too long to publish. I really can't think of anything right now. Especially with school and all that jazz.

Oooh! Oooh! I shalleth annoyeth Marielle-eth and Marxeleth tomorroweth! Mwahahaha-eth!

But for now, please stare at this (No, it's not Garrett.) wonderful picture of dear OLD Mona Lisa, and her ehem smile.



Yes. Stare at it. STARE! Gaze upon her eternal beauty!

Sick.

Argh. I hate being sick. It makes me feel well, sick. The bright side is I don't get to go to school. The down side is, I can't attend rondalla practice. Bummer.

Now, I got nothing to do. Utter boredom. What if I update everything I have to update. Hmm.

Hey, atleast I can start the next chapter of my story. Yes! That's it, update update update. I want to go and eat as muck sweets as I can, too bad I can't. Urgh. Can't think of anything to write. I'm sick and I'm having a writer's block. Nice.

I'm bored, I'm going to find something to do. Later blog.

Yes, I know this entry's short. I'm too bored to write.

Ciao!

--End.

Insomia.

Okay, I can't sleep. I don't know why! Yes, I know we don't have school in the morning-er i mean later but still, I can't go to sleep even if I tried! The solution? Computer. :)

I've tried reading, listening to music on my iTunes, chatting, downloading, quizzing, and a whole lot more yet here I am, bored to death.

I know, I know you're probably wondering 'what does this picture of two hott guys have to do with the title?'

Well, to answer your question, it does not have something to do with the title, I just missed seeing these boys. I've had enough of talking about Garrett, now I'm on an/a Alex/Jack mode. Jack looks like one of my batch mates, big brown eyes, adorable smile, and that new hair. Ha-ha. Unfortunately, my friend does not have the 'Barakat hair'; he does have the eyes and the smile though. Gah. If only I could stare at these two all day and even get paid to do it, I would.

I love the way Alex and Jack are almost always together in pictures, videos, interviews, etc. It makes me think that even if you guys are famous and all that, nothing can stand between friendship. Sometimes, they look slightly alike! Still, I like Jack more than I like Alex and I like Garrett more than I like Jack. Am I being creepy? Eh. Who cares? I sure as hell don't.

As of right now, all I'm doing is this, texting, and IMing. Utter boredom. How can I sleep when I'm like this?! Oh right, I can't. Just released Chapter 1o if you haven't noticed. And also, I'm being eaten alive by mosquitoes, damn those little critters.

If I had a wish before I die and that wish would come true, I wish I could spend a whole day with people I want to meet. Yes, all of them are involved in a band. Okay, a death wish is too long I'll make it a birthday wish or a christmas wish. As long as I get to meet them, I'd be the happiest person in the world.

I don't know what to do with my life, I want to be a journalist/writer/photographer/something involves being in the music industry. You know what I want to be? I want to be a journalist for AP magazine (Alternative Press). That way, I could meet bands and get to do what I love, write!

I'm so bored I can't think straight. I think I'll try falling asleep again, if I can't then it's time for rockband and or texting, again.

See you, good night!

--End.

What Exactly Is Holding Us Back?1o.

I know it's been like ten years since my last update of the story. But here it is, the much awaited chapter!! CHAPTER 10!!! Hurray! Cheer with me! If you don't, I'll bite you. Rawr.


♥CHAPTER 11♥
This could be all that I've waited for


‘Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here’

Prom night, a.k.a. cram just so you’ll look beautiful night. This year’s prom theme was fairytale masquerade. Hayley decided to drop by and help me ‘look fabulous’.

I was dressed in an ivory Victorian gown; it had little roses in it. All in all it was beautiful. Hayley however decided to wear something more revealing, as I put it. She was wearing a blue bubble-ish dress that stopped mid-thigh; did I mention it was strapless? I don’t know what’s in her system but that’s so wrong. She makes me look like the most gorgeous girl when I’m next to her.

She also decided to look like a clown tonight; she wore cherry red lipstick and blue eye shadow, let’s just say she looked like a whore. Because of that, I refused to let her do my make up. My hair was styled into loose ringlets and my make up was just my normal make up, lip gloss and eyeliner; but Hayley didn’t approve with my make up. Seriously, what’s wrong with this woman?! Has she been hanging out with Victoria and her group of demons?

She fixed my make up, turning my dull make up into a mysterious non-me look. My eye make up was shadowy making my eyes pop; my lips were covered in a light pink lip gloss making it shine. Alex and Derek were picking us up from my house at seven; the prom starts around seven-thirty. It was already six-fifty five; they should be here any minute.

At exactly seven, the sound of the doorbell filled my house signaling that Alex and Derek were here. My mom opened the door and let them in; I know--big shock there, my mom’s here. Hayley and I were coming downstairs only to be blinded by flashes of the camera, courtesy of my mother and Carla, Hayley’s mom.

“Mom, stop it. I got to go to prom!” Hayley whined.
“Oh hush now dear and just smile, Alex could you put your arm around Hayley. Yes like that” Carla instructed Alex and began taking pictures again. Meanwhile, my mom is also doing the same with me and Derek. Can’t say it didn’t annoy me.

“Mom, I think the battery’s running low.” I lied.
“Honey, I know how to work this camera. I just charged it, it’s impossible for it to be running low.” She explained.
“Dang” I mumbled, making Derek chuckle.
“Can’t get away when you’re mom knows how to deal with technology now can you, sweets?” Derek teased.
“Shut up and let’s go.” I gave him a playful smirk.
“See you Mrs. Avery, you too Mrs. Smith.” Alex bid them goodbye as we headed out the door, ignoring their complaints.

We rode in Alex’s car; it had more space than all of our cars. It was a black 2009 Hummer H3 SUV. Usually, Alex would drive it but tonight he decided to let their driver, Danny do it.

Alex and Derek were wearing tuxedos making them more handsome than they normally would. I couldn’t help but stare at Alex, his icy blue eyes piercing my boring grey ones. I mean yeah, I know Alex is handsome but tonight, he’s more than that. The way his hair is tossed to one side making it look like every single strand was carefully moved to that side. His lips moving as he talks, did I mention his smile is practically a smile of an angel sent from heaven? The way he smiles, it’s just so heart-stopping. When he smiles, it reaches his eyes and you can’t help but smile back. Wait, hold up. What the hell?! Why am I thinking like this? I have a boyfriend for Pete’s sake.

I shook my head, ignoring all of these thoughts now swimming around my head. I can’t be falling for Alex right? Right. That’d be so wrong. Big no there my friend, big fat no. I decided to focus my attention on Derek and somehow I can’t help but compare them to each other.

When Alex smiles, it’s so contagious.
When Derek smiles, it doesn’t make me feel any different.

Alex can turn something so plain and boring into a complete work of art.
Derek can’t do that, he tries but he just can’t.

Alex can come up with a song on the spot.
Derek takes a month to come up with a song.

Alex’s eyes puts me into a trance.
Derek’s eyes doesn’t, well it used to.

This is one thing I just realized.

Alex makes my heart flutter.
Derek doesn’t.



When we arrived at the hotel where our prom is being held, Alex and Hayley went into the center of the room and began dancing, along with our other classmates and schoolmates. We saw them and began laughing, soon we began joining them and having the time of our lives.

Two hours later, we were completely exhausted and decided to take a seat. Derek and Hayley went to get us drinks, meanwhile, Alex and I were just chatting.

“So Cassie, how’s the prom so far?” He started.
“It’s probably the best one I’ve been to.” I answered honestly.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” He smiled, making butterflies appear in my stomach. What the?!
“Why’s that?” I asked.
“It was really hard to think of a theme in a day you know.” He smirked.
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t Hayley tell you? I’m this year’s head of the prom committee!” He sent me a smug smile, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Really! That’s awesome! And no, she didn’t tell me.”
“How about we go outside? It’s really loud in here.” Alex suggested, I nodded my head.

Few minutes later, we were currently at the hotel’s garden. We sat on the bench located near the fountain and began talking again.

“How’s the band going?” I asked, looking at him.
“We’re good. I’m just really in a daze, you know?” He looked at me
“Why?” I asked
“It feels like this is a dream. Us being big seemed like a fat chance, but here we are having fans, signing autographs, and interviews. It’s so overwhelming in a good way” He smiled.

Then the most out of this world thing happened, no there wasn’t an alien wanting to eat our guts and probably probe us; we both stared into each other’s eyes. I felt Alex’s thumb stroke my cheek, sending me into frenzy. Then I heard someone moaning, way to ruin the moment. I got up and decided to go to where the sound is, Alex followed suit.

I gasped at the sight. Derek was practically having sex with Hayley, I was standing there watching them. I never thought Derek would do this to me. I felt Alex pull my arm and he began taking me to his car. He drove in silence as I fought back tears that were threatening to fall. I know I shouldn’t feel this way especially if I don’t feel the same way Derek feels, or so I thought he did. I just hated being cheated by someone you care for. It hurts me a lot.

We arrived at my house, I thanked Alex for driving me and got off. I went inside the house and into my room, then I got out of the dress and took a shower. When I was done, I wore my red plaid pajama pants and a white tank top. Somehow I couldn’t fall asleep, seeing it was only nine-thirty. I lay on my bed, thinking. A few minutes later, I heard a noise.

There it was again. Tink tink tack! I got up, irritated. I followed the sound, it was coming from the window. I opened it and glared at whoever was doing that, I saw that it was Alex, my glare softened.

“Alex what the hell are you doing here?!” I whispered/screamed.
“Come out.”
“What?” I was shocked.
“Come out” He said again.
“Why?” I wondered.
“Quit the questions and just come with me okay?” He smiled.
“Fine. Wait, I’ll change.” As I was about to walk away from the window, he called my attention.
“What now?” I asked.
“Don’t bother changing, it’ll be real quick.” He said.

I sighed and walked out the door, I did not bother changing. I met with Alex, he had that stupid contagious grin on his face.

“What do you want?” I asked.
“Come with me.” He started walking south, towards the park.
“Are you okay? Answer me honestly” Alex asked as we sat on yet another bench but this time at the park.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I asked.
“That’s weird, considering you’re boyfriend just cheated on you.” Alex was shocked.
“I know. But I don’t want it to get to me.” I whispered, truth is it was starting to get to me.
“Cas, it’s okay. You’ll find someone better.” He assured.
“No, it’s not. How could he?!” Tears were flowing now.
“Maybe he was drunk?” He suggested.
“No, he’s never like that when he’s drunk! It’s just so mean.”
“Shh. It’ll be okay. I’ll talk to him tomorrow okay?” All I could do was nod my head.

Alex hugged me and allowed me to cry and possibly ruin his shirt, but he told me he could care less about the shirt all he cares about right now is me. I had to smile at that, but I just couldn’t. When I finally had no more tears to shed, I looked up at him.

“Alex…” I stared at his gorgeous blue eyes.
“Yeah?” Alex once again stroked my cheek, wiping the tear marks.
“Thank you” I whispered, my voice was raspy due to my sobs.
“No problem, I’m always here for you.” He said, kissing my cheek.

You know I would’ve jumped and danced because of my happiness, but that’d ruin the moment. Alex brought me back home and said good night. I hopped on my bed and re-think the events today, some prom this had to be. I fell asleep with only one thing on my mind, more like one person.


Alex.

© Gabrielle.

THE DRESS(CASSIE):`
























THE OTHER DRESS(HAYLEY):

Slow.

I never thought our internet could get any slower than it used to be. Unfortunately, it did. It sucks, I can't update anything! Now my story is on a hold because I'm having a hard time posting it and stuff. Argh. I hate how our technology is advancing yet it's slow.

See this guy? I can't see his picture anytime I want because I have to refresh and refresh and refresh until I do. Yep, I got a new computer that has a lot of free space the problem is I can't download songs!

I can't download their songs and other bands as well, it takes me forever. Wireless connection does have its downsides, I hate this. But I love the guy up there. I miss hearing the cute/hott (some of them maybe cute, hott, or whatever) guys' voices. Sorry vocalists of:

• The Cab (Alex De Leon)
• The Maine (John O' Callaghan)
• All Time Low (Alex Gaskarth)
• This Providence (Dan Young)
• The Audition (Danny Stevens)
• Panic At The Disco (Brendon Urie)
• Sing It Loud (Pat Brown)
• Boys Like Girls (Martin Johnson)
• Cute Is What We Aim For (Shaant Hacikyan)
• Forever The Sickest Kids (Jonathan Cook)
• Mayday Parade (Derek Sanders)

And whatever bands I forgot. The ratings of their hottness are made by me and no, they are not arranged. Man, I miss their soothing voices. But most of all, I miss Garrett's awesomeness pics (Yes he is entitled to use my word because he's that awesome :3)

F.Y.I. I am not a crazy fan-girl of Garrett, I like him 'cause of his talent and photographs. Him having a cute face is just a bonus. Too many to type, too short of a time. My hair looks like a cockatoo's flippy thing. I hate trigonometry, it's too hard.
Argh. I need to hear Alex's catchy lyrics, John's heart-stopping voice, Alex De Leon's cute voice, and most of all, Alex Marshall's unbelievable piano skills. I love ATL's new song!! I love Weightless and Damned If I Do Ya (Damned If I Don't). I can tell it's going to be a hit!

ARGH. I miss Garrett's adorable face!!! >.<>
I have to find a way to fix this dilemma.
While I'm thinking, stare at this gorgeous man right here.

Look at that smile, it's so innocent. Aww.

Ain't that the cutest thing you've ever seen?

No? Eh, who cares about what you think. You're mean, you don't think that's cute.

Okay. I could stare at this picture all day, too bad I'm busy.

Here's another one. He's so cute and so AWESOME. I don't know why, I'm attracted to him. In an idol sort of way. I want him to be my friend!!! :)

That made me laugh! He's like "Meh! This sucks!"

It's so adorable. How can you not like someone who's like that?!

I love his clothes! Great sense of style Garrett, nice!

On the next post...

Hm. How about a Garrett filled post?

Tempting.

--End.

Gabrielle: Revenge of The Skittles.

Atlast, I bought myself skittles. Three different types infact. I have the red one which is the original, the purple which is the wildberry, and the blue one which is the tropical. Alas, my brother and I had to eat one, now I only have two weapons to throw it at you. Yes, my plan is a complete go. Tomorrow noon, they don't know what'll hit them. Who's 'they' exactly? Well, they're Kat, Marxel, and Ellie. Probably some bystanders as well, but it's more fun if i hit them. I feel evil. Can't wait for my plan to unleash.

You and me will laugh at their complete confused faces when we hit them with skittles, my dear friend. Yes, you are included in this little scheme of mine whether you like it or not. If you do not like it, you shall be part of them. Get ready for some skittles action!

So join the dark side, we may not have free cookies but we do have free skittles; which is by far the most awesome thing next to sourpatch kids. So come, join me in this lovely affair. Skittles Wars!!!

Woot! I'm so psyched for tommorow's outcome. I, I mean, we will laugh at their 'wtf?!' faces. Aaaah. The pleasure of knowing you annoyed someone. Ellie, Marxel; if you're reading this, get ready for tomorrow. >:)

Insert virtual sigh here. If only I could throw that much skittles. That would be the day. Something just popped into my mind, what if I throw week-old skittles. Ew. Or how about expired skittles?! Bleck. Hm. The grosser the better right?

Imagine it landed on your shoulder, the stinky smell of expired skittles on your shoulder for the rest of the day. Ew. Still, I'd laugh at that!

How many skittles do you have to have inorder to fill a bus?! Mmm. I'd certainly ride that bus, when I get out either the skittles are in my tummy or they're in a plastic. Maybe both.

I <3 skittles. Almost as I <3 Garrett. No wait. I love skittles more. Nothing can compare to the victorious feeling of throwing skittles at someone. Yes, this is yet another random entry.

On a scale of 1-10 how hott is Garrett Nickelsen? 10 right? If you say no, then die. You don't know the meaning of the word hott. Here I go again, going ga-ga over that dude. Meh. How can I help it? He's hott, talented and hott! I got a weak spot for hott guys, sue me!

--End.

A Passion For Pissing You Off.

Mwahaha!! I laughed at this picture. Evil banana bullying a monkey. Poor monkey, tortured by the banana. Anyways, I have this sort of thing. I LOVE annoying people. I really don't know why, it's just I love seeing them squirm. Though sometimes the look on their faces make me feel like I want to say sorry. I wish that everyday was prank day. Everyone loves a good prank, right? If you said no, then you're one big butt who doesn't know the meaning of fun. I hate you. If yes, VIRTUAL HIGH-FIVE! How can I annoy people in the most fun way? I want to have a BIG prank. Even if I love pranking people, I hate being pranked at. You know, minding your own business then suddenly someone pulls a prank at you. Doesn't that piss you off?! It does. Still, it's fun to pull a prank.

Argh. I hate this. I can't find anything to write about. I can't even finish my story! Double argh. I wish someone would give me an idea. I need a dress color that matches a pale black-haired, blue-eyed girl!!!

Why the hell am I having a writer's block?! I hate this, I hate this. I wish that I could annoy someone, you noever know. I might get an idea. Haha!

So, any suggestions on a story chapter? If so, comment.

Oh and Marxel, stop copying meeee!!! EPIC FAIL and AWESOME are my words!! MINE! Don't worry, not mad. I'll just poke you til there's no end, you can count on that!

What's a great movie to watch? Oh no, here's that hyperness/randomness again. Ah well.

I like to give everyone cute nicknames! Give me your name, the next day you'll have a cute nickname that fits you. Anyways, pissing off people. I wish it could be a job, that way I get to piss off people and earn money.

I saw my Mr. Pudgy! He's my green and yellow spotted turtle, he's so cute. He's pudgyrific! I miss playing with my stuffed toys, it makes me feel like a kid again.

End.

PS: I think Garrett has killer skills, so hott. So is Taylor Lautner, I practically melted when I saw his body. For your information, I am drooling right now. Kidding kidding. Why are there so many hott guys in the world?! I saw atleast 5 guys in a span of 3 minutes. Dang. I got to get me some hott guy. LOL.

Pissed Off.

You can never be too pissed off. Unfortunately, I've reached the top of my 'pissed off' scale. I never thought I'd be so pissed off like this, I don't know if this is my fault or his. See, our English Journalism teacher told us that we have to make an autobiography in news story form; being the good student I was, did it (It has to be submitted on Friday). I asked one of my classmates how to do it (he didn't lecture us on this thingy), one of them told me that that homework was due next week because that evil teacher hasn't discussed it yet. When I read that, I was this close (pointer and thumb nearly touching) to throwing my computer out the window and thrashing everywhere.

So I was thinking, maybe it was my fault for not listening. I was too busy day dreaming about him. Kidding kidding. Being the stubborn person I also am, didn't believe what I thought. It was his fault not mine! I choose to believe that hypothesis. Argh. I hate my English Journalism class, I thought it was going to be fun. Big NO! It's all about dicuss this, discuss that; read this, read that. I want to get to the part where we write news and take pictures and whatever.

Whatever happened to the 'it's journalism, all you gotta do is write and publish.'? During that class, I want to fall asleep but I can't!! Damn. Haven't you noticed all I write in my entries are about my hatred towards people, things, the world? Well, I haven't found anything good yet. Ooops. I did. BOYS!

I'm going to stuff myself with food. So long sweet summer!

This is probably the shortest one I've ever written. Why? Too bored and exhausted to think of a topic :)

Boredom.

I'm so bored. I can't even think of anything to write here. Story's a go, just couldn't find time to write it then publish it. DinaLyons has been nothing but awesome, she helped me with the chapter 1o which will debut sometime this week. Boredom sucks, don't you agree?

If boredom could be killed, I'd kill it over and over again. Oh, Mr. Marxel a.k.a. Shirlock might've told you that I discuss random topics. I do not! I only discuss topics worth discussing like boys, school, stories, my hatred for my brother, the start of this 'thing', and whatever I want to write. This is not considered random, or is it? Anyways, this is no random thingy. It just popped into my head. Some of you might think it is random but trust me(not Shirlock), it isn't.

Now you might be wondering, why shirlock? Honestly, I don't know. I have to ask Marielle about it. I just did, through the joys of Instant Messaging (IM). Her answer? It's a secret not ment to be unveiled. Anyways, shirlock. Why not 'Sherlock'? Marielle's answer? For it to be different, unique.

Weird. I am suddenly craving those sugar-free ice cream. Now that's random. Take that Shirlock, Ha!

Those ice creams are the best, it's almost unbelievable it doesn't have sugar in it. Maybe they do? Hmm. The secrets the world has to offer. I don't know what to write. Oh wait! Can you die of laughter? If so; if I died, I want to have a smile on my face.

As of right now my eyes are burning. Why? It's because of the font color. White and neon green are not a good combination. You're probably wondering, 'why not just use black then use neon green when you're finished?' I don't want to. It's funner!

I want skittles, I want to throw it at random people (e.g. Marielle, Shirlock, Catherine, etc.) that'd be fun. >:)

I'm on a mission. Buy skittles then throw it at them. Then I'll eat the rest of 'em. Mwahaha!! What the fuck?! There's chocolate skittles?! And limeted edition carnival skittles?! I WANT THEM!!!

Mmm. Skittles vodka. I want them more. Just a sip or two (or three, or four,...) would do. :3

I want to be evil for a day (LOL. I wrote gay.). Play pranks, annoy the hell out of people, and do random things. I'll do that tomorrow; as for today, I'll get some shut-eye.

So long and goodnight!!!

Yes, I'm feeling really hyper. I want skittles, I want 'em right now. Oooh, maybe caffine could be a substitute. Mmmm.

What if dogs had wings and we use 'em to travel? That'sd be so cool. Can you eat your toe? What would you do if someone licked you? What if someone laughed at your face for some unknown reason?

NOTE: Questions above aren't made to be answered, if you want to answer them fine. DO it!

--Seriously, goodnight. My eyes are killing me.

School.

School sucks, we all know it. We students hate school for so many reasons. I don't know why but I started hating school the day I reached high school. They say it's the most exciting part of your school life. The truth? NOT. Well, not when your attending in my high school. It's so annoying yet it's so accomplishing. Sometimes school's a pain in the ass. You wake up around 5am just to get ready for another day where you'll be harrassed by teachers(and no, I don't mean it in that way), bullied by people who have nothing else to do but make your life a living hell, and most of all, forced to make shitloads of homeworks. Fun right? Please notice the sarcasm there. I have never been more pissed off at school, the've done nothing but make us want to die. It's my third year at Muntinlupa Science High School, the school for bright, talented people, or so they say. Yes it is a public school, but this public school has high standards than the rest of those schools. Sure it has it fun times like the intramurals, still it is nothing compared to everything we have to deal with all year round.

Here is a Munscian's or every other student's problems:

• The Teacher

Some teachers would torture you until there's no end, some would do nothing and give you a passing grade(now that's my kind of teacher :3). What every student really hates is the teacher, they'd teach you something so fast you couldn't comprehend anything he or she is saying. Then they blame you for your low scores. Hey, it's not our fault you teach so fast and no one understands. One more problem with teachers is, if they don't like you they'll fail you. Suck right? They're so unfair; if looks could kill, about half of our teachers would probably be dead.

• The Dreadful Homeworks

Aah. The school outside of school. They make us do shitloads -no wait- the motherload of shitloads of homeworks. Some projects were announced today and have to be passed the next day. Can you spell 'What The Fuck?!'. It's already hard for us to deal with 13 out of 13 homeworks per day. Yeah, we do have times where there's no homeworks but we do have a quiz the next day. Whatever happens we still have to do something related to school out of school. Can't we take a break from school?!

• The Cramming Stage

We couldn't do our projects or homeworks because we were probably busy with other things related to school. The result? CRAMMING. I consider this one of the most suckish thing to be ever invented. Can't they like a give a specific deadline to submit our homeworks, projects, etc. They know we're busy yet they still give us more things on our shoulders. I just wish that someday, someone would ban homeworks and projects. Oh yes, that'll be the day.

I could not think of anymore reasons to hate school, but I'm pretty sure there's ALOT more than these examples I've given.

One more thing, I hate how my parents act when they ask me what I want to be or what college am I going to. (Answer: Either Mass Communication, Performing Arts, Photography, Something in the Music Industry. La Salle)

They always tell me La Salle is nothing but a show. I wouldn't learn anything there, but I know they're wrong. Look at the people who graduated there, they turned out to be big, famous people. Chances of me failing are fifty percent. Still, I know what I want to be and I know where I want to be. My heart longs for La Salle, not Ateneo or UP. I belong in La Salle. And I want to do something that I want to do for the rest of my life. I know I have a passion in it because I'm doing what I want.

What sucks is, they don't want me to be any of those. They want me to be a Doctor or a Nurse. Bleck. I hate the sight of blood and the medical terms are so hard. I really don't know what to do now. Only one more year until I have to face the truth and pick a course. I just hope by that time, my parents are ready to accept the fact that I won't be what they want to be. I will be what I want to be.

Boys. Boys. Boys.

Aaah. The opposite of us females. Some say 'boys are stupid' or 'boys are really annoying'. You know what I say? 'Boys are the second hottest thing that God made; After us girls, of course. They're sometimes like teddy bears; they can comfort you with just a hug, sometimes they're rocks; stubborn and annoying.

As I grow older, which is a sad thing for me because I grow older but I do not grow, I became more fascinated with the male species and their habits. I tend to like ALOT of guys, my standards you ask?

• The Hair

They should have hair. Lots of it. I prefer a guy who has shoulder length hair, either shaggy or spiked. I couldn't care less.

• The Skin

The guy should have pale skin or a skin complexion lighter than mine. Flawless skin, perfect!

• The Smile

I like a guy by the way they smile; if you have a perfect smile, bingo. If you see me, you better watch yourself. Rawr.

• The Attitude

I don't know why, but I like a guy who's cocky. Yeah he can be a jerk, but he still has those times where he's probably the nicest, sweetest guy in the world. I like a guy with confidence. And lots of it. I have alot of confidence, cough*ego*cough so we belong! :3

• The Music

One of my most annoying weakness is a guy who has a passion for music. He either plays guitar, bass, piano, drums, or even vocals! Gaaah. Writer's block. Damn. Anyways, a guy who loves music is the guy for me. <3.

There we go, ladies and gentlemen I present to you, my type of guy!

Now, who fits those category? Hmm..

1. The one and only Garrett Nickelsen (The Maine)
2. Alex Gaskarth (All Time Low)
3. Jack Barakat (All Time Low)
4. Zack Merrick (All Time Low)
5. Alex Marshall (The Cab)
6. John O'Callaghan (The Maine; I swear it's his voice that makes me weak!)
7. Ryan Ross (Panic At The Disco)
8. Martin Johnson (Boys Like Girls)
9. Caleb Turman (Forever The Sickest Kids)
10. Nick Santino (Rocket To The Moon)
11. Brendon Urie (Panic At The Disco; Don't know why)
12. Alex Johnson (The Cab)
13. Pete Wentz (Fall Out Boy; Why did he have to get married?! :3)
14. Jeremy Davis (Paramore)
15. Josh Farro (Paramore)

There you go folks. Now, what else to type? Nothing. I'm on a boy hunting roll here! If you'll excuse me, I have to go. I'm going to go to the mall. Let the boy hunting begin. >:)

Boys. Boys. Boys. <3.

What Exactly Is Holding Us Back?o9.

Chapter nine. Can you believe it?! I can't. This just proves how awesome I am and how awesome I can be. :)

♥CHAPTER 9♥
I’ll run, have a little faith in me

I can see it in your eyes, you're scared
All these things they force you to do aren't fair.
I'm here to chase away these tears.
Baby, we can chase away these fears

“Cassie!” I woke up with a jolt; someone just had to wake me up on this beautiful Saturday morning. I fell off the bed with a loud ‘thud’. I got up and glared at the person who dared to wake me up at 9 in the morning, And the culprit was Alex.

“What now, Knight?” I gave the most menacing glare I could muster.
“Whoa! Easy there Cassie Cakes, I woke you up because Hayley needs someone to shop with, you know for Victoria's after prom bash.” He was holding his hands up in an ‘I surrender!’ pose.

Victoria, the school's slut with a big mansion and super rich parents always throws the best parties. Every year she throws a big bash about whatever, it could be like the 'after-SATs bash' or anything she wants. This year, she wanted it to be the day after prom so everyone will remember her and her stupid yet insanely awesome parties.

“Fine. Tell her to meet me at the coffee shop in 30 minutes” I sighed, her and her ways of annoying me.
Now you’re probably wondering what the name of the coffee shop is. Well the name of the coffee shop is, ‘The Coffee Shop’. Very original, right? Not! I think the guy who named it couldn't think of any name so he decided to name it ‘The Coffee Shop’. Stupid name by the way.

“Great! Thanks Cassie Cakes!” And with that, he was gone. Alex always comes up of stupid nicknames for me, I really don’t know why. One time he called me Cindy for no reason. Sometimes his nicknames were cute, sometimes it just sucks.

I went to the bathroom and took a shower and got dressed in a purple shirt with a ‘pig with wings’ print, black faded jeans, and my favorite Vans. I went to my car and drove off.

I arrived at the coffee shop and saw Hayley waiting. I entered the café and sat in a booth where she was sitting in.

“Yo.” I gave her a two finger wave.
“Great! You’re here, let’s go!” She pulled on my arm and led me to my car. I’m guessing Alex drove her to the café seeing as I can’t spot her car anywhere.
“Where are we going anyway? And why the hell are you in my spot?” I asked as she took a seat on the driver’s and began starting up the car.
“We’re going to the ‘Senses, Style and Smell’ for our dresses and you don’t know where it is so I get to drive?” She looked up at me with hopeful eyes when she said the last part.
“Fine.” I sighed and turned the radio on and put an album of ’30 Seconds To Mars’.

30 minutes later we arrived in this little mall like thing and headed off to the shop Hayley mentioned a while ago.
We began searching for ‘the perfect dress’ as Hayley would call it. It had been almost an hour and we still haven’t found it yet.

I saw a pink frilly dress and showed it to her.
“Hey what do you think of this one?” I asked, holding in my laughter.
“Oh…I think it’s…cute. Not!” We were laughing so hard I thought my guts were going to spill.
“I know I just wanted to see your reaction” I said after a few minutes of laughter.
“I thought you were actually considering it! I mean look at it, it’s so slutty and ugly” She exclaimed.
“I know right? Only Victoria would wear something like this!”

Just then the school’s bitch entered the shop and saw me holding the pink frilly, slutty dress. Speak of the devil. I guess she must’ve thought I was considering wearing this because she said:

“Oh my God! That is like the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You so got to wear this like on prom!” She gushed.
“Yeah, I was thinking of wearing it and hook up with a few guys on the party and not let my boyfriend know” I replied, sarcastically of course. But Victoria, being the school’s slut with lack of brain cells apparently didn’t catch my tone.
“That’d be like so fabulous! You should’ve like opened up to me like sooner! We could’ve been like best friends or something!” With that, I tossed her the dress, grabbed Hayley’s hand and walked away, shaking my head. I mean, could that girl be anymore stupid?!

After my escape from the witch herself, Hayley found the perfect dress; it was a light blue halter dress that stopped just an inch before her knees. The color matched her eyes, making it pop. She tried it on and was a perfect fit. Great, now time for me to find a dress of my own.

After going through almost all the dresses I found something pretty, I found something that stood out beautifully. I took it from the rack and examined it. It was a simple white dress that stopped also an inch before my knees; it had a black ribbon underneath the bust and was the cutest dress I’ve ever seen. I gazed at its beauty; Hayley saw me holding up the dress and forced me to try it on.

I did what I was told and tried it on, it was a perfect fit. I couldn’t come up with reasons to hate the dress and not buy it. I changed from the dress to my clothes and went to the cash register. When we finished buying the dress and shoes, my phone rang.

‘Come on, come on, come on

You know you've gotta
Come on, come on, come on and celebrate
'Cause we are together, made for each other
We can stand alone
And now no one can touch us’

“Hey there babe.” I answered.
“Hey, how’s my girlfriend doing?”
“She’s fine. Why’d you call anyways?”
“What? Is it wrong to call my girlfriend who I haven’t seen all day and tell her I missed her?” He cried in mock horror, I could see the smirk on his face.
“No, but you already saw her yesterday. And why am I talking about myself in the third person anyway?” I laughed.
“I don’t know. Still I want to see you, I miss you.” His voice was calm yet I could hear the anticipation in his voice.
“Okay fine, meet me and Hayley in 5 minutes. Bye!” I was about to hang up.
“Wait! Where will I meet you?” He laughed, God I loved his laugh.
“Right. How about starbucks? Bring Alex with you!” At the mention of Alex, Hayley perked up. I fought the urge to laugh at that.
“Okay babe, love you.”
“You too!” With that I hung up.

“Man, that was so gross.” Hayley started.
“Oh shut up, apparently you haven’t heard yourself when you’re with Alex” I shoved her, but not too hard.
“We do not talk like that!” She denied.
“You’re right.” I paused, she smiled.
“You’re worse!” With that I ran off, Hayley trying to catch up to me saying ‘take that back! We do not!’

We arrived at sturbucks in exactly five minutes. I sat next to Derek and gave him a kiss. Hayley did the same, only with Alex of course.

The boys ordered us the usual and we began chatting.

“So what has my lovely girlfriend bought for her prom day?” Alex asked Hayley.
“I bought a pretty dress and you can’t see it!” She stuck her tongue out; Alex had a look of mock disbelief.
“And how about you?” Derek asked me, making the other two look at me.
“It’s a secret.” Derek looked like he was a fish, his mouth opening then closing. Alex had to laugh at the sight.
“Dude, you just got burned!” Alex pointed a finger at Derek. Derek gave him the finger in return.

After hours of joking around and talking about whatever that was on our mind, we decided it was time to go home. Alex drove with Hayley using Derek’s car, which he forcibly gave because he wanted to be with me on the same car. I told Derek I could handle myself but he shrugged and told me ‘I want to be with you as much as I can’ making me remember he has to leave in a month for tour.

I’ve already met the other half of Split Second Eternity during one of their practices. Cole Jacob Anderson was their bassist, he goes by Jake. He had hazel brown eyes and jet black hair with spikes at the back and a fringe on the left side of his face. He was like my brother; funny, annoying, and can be protective at times. But all in all he’s a fun guy. Next there was their drummer, Aiden Zachary Johnson. Aiden was the typical party guy; he loves booze, chicks, and one night stands. But sometimes he could be the nicest person you’ll ever meet. He knows how to comfort me and can tell if I have a problem with something. He has blue eyes and brown hair; he almost looks like Garrett Nickelsen from The Maine, that’s why I dubbed him ‘Garbear version 2.0’

Anyways, we arrived at my house and he walked me up to the door and gave me a white rose.

“What’s this for?” I asked, twirling the rose.
“That is because I want you to know that I’ve never felt like this for anyone. And This is because I love you” He handed me another rose, this time it was red. I couldn’t help but smile, he’s always so sweet.

“I…I…” What the hell?! Why can’t say it back? Oh no. Derek’s going to think I don’t feel the same way. But I do, don’t I?
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t mean it you know. I just wanted to tell you how I feel about you.” He tried his best to smile, though his smile didn’t reach his eyes. I felt like I was being the mean person here, if I could just tell him!
“No Derek! I know I feel the same way!” I said, convincing myself more than him.
“No, just say it when you feel the same way. I’ll see you Cassie.” He kissed my cheek and walked away.

I haven’t felt this sad in years, I mean I do love him but why can’t I say it back?! I feel like I broke his heart, it’s unfair. Why can’t I say it back?! This is so frustrating. I mean I do love him, right?

I went to my room. As I lay on my bed, I kept thinking. A few minutes later, I got up and took a shower, changed my clothes into a pair of pikachu shorts and top, brushed my teeth, and went to my laptop.

I signed in to MSN and saw Hayley online. I clicked on her picture and started a conversation.

.skittlesheartsmusic: Hay, I’ve got a prob. :(
.grimrandomness: What is it?
.skittlesheartsmusic: Derek told me he loves me, I couldn’t say it back.
.grimrandomness: What?! Why?!
.skittlesheartsmusic: I don’t know! I just couldn’t bring myself to say it back. I feel so mean. :(
.grimrandomness: Aww, Cas. ‘S ok.
.skittlesheartsmusic: You didn’t see his face, it’s so heartbreaking.
.grimrandomness: Then talk to him tomorrow. Tell him you’re sorry.
.skittlesheartsmusic: Think that’ll work?
.grimrandomness: Honey, trust me. I know Derek, if he told you he loved you, he’ll forgive you :)
.skittlesheartsmusic: Thanks Hayls, I gotta go. Bye!
.grimrandomness: Any time. Bye ttyl!

I logged off and shut off the computer; I went to bed thinking of what’ll happen tomorrow.

© Gabrielle.

THE DRESS:or

What Exactly Is Holding Us Back?o8.

In a total daze. Why you ask? I'm looking at the beautiful face of Jack Bassam Barakat. Is it true he was born in Lebanon? :)

♥Chapter 8♥
You're still my favorite melody

‘I feel like my world is crashing down without you
I know that I never could go on without you
So wherever your wings take you this time
So far away from me’

I woke up to someone shaking me.

“Hey girlie, wake up!” The voice chanted, as much as I want to ignore it, I can’t! It goes on and on and on. God, won’t he or she or it ever shut up?!
“Cassie…” The annoying voice dragged the last syllable. I was this close, imagine my pointer and thumb being so close they are almost touching each other, to slapping the person who’s waking me up.
“What?!” I said in my ‘I’m-pissed-because-it’s-too-early-to-wake-me-up’ voice.
“You have to get up or else you’re going to be late for school.” My brother, Axel, said.
“Is that a threat or an option?” I smiled.
“Kiddo, it’s never an option. It’s a threat.” He ruffled my hair.

I got up and hugged him. Aaah, sibling love. No, not incest. See, Axel finished high school and college and is now a famous photographer. He is known for his talented works and his killer looks, and no, I don’t mean killer looks as in he looks like a killer. He’s considered handsome with his disheveled black hair we inherited from our dearest mother and his emerald green eyes, unlike my dull grey ones (something I got from my dad), and with his height of 6”2, he can get any girl he wants. He was a heartbreaker during his high school days, yet he was the straight A’s, teacher’s pet, everyone’s favorite guy.

I hardly see him because of his work involves him traveling a lot, just like my parents. But every time he gets a day off, he spends it with me.

I changed into my favorite purple shorts and a yellow tank top that said ‘live.love.life’ in different colors. I wore my Vans today, I wasn’t in the mood for chucks. Ha-ha.

“So how’s my favorite sister doing?” He asked as we went downstairs for some breakfast.
“Good. Absolutely great. Wait, favorite sister? I have other sisters?” I looked at him playfully with big eyes.
“No! I mean you’re my favorite because you’re my only one!” The look on his face was full of panic and worry, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“I was kidding big bro, You bought that? Maybe I should take up acting?” I slapped his chest and walked towards the table and sat down, I began munching on the deliciously amazing waffles our chef made.
“N-no! I was acting! Yeah acting.” He was either trying to convince me or himself.

“So brother dearest, what’s our plan for today?” I asked after we finished eating.
“Well, I was thinking, how ‘bout I take pictures of my lovely sister” He was looking at me with hopeful eyes; it was hard not to resist.
“Fine.” I groaned. So much for school. Ah well, I still have tomorrow. I didn’t bother asking him about me going to school. He might change his mind, and I don’t want that to happen.

We started the photo shoot around 11am; I did some random poses like the ‘snobby look’, the ‘jump shot’, the ‘sad face’, the ‘puppy dog eyes’, and last but not the least, the ‘stolen shot’. It was the most fun I had in weeks, today was just a stress-free day. No argument to deal with, no Hayley and Alex to fix, no random people throwing something, nope, it was just me and my brother. Sometime I wish life was like this, no problem whatsoever. It makes me feel like I can do anything without hurting anybody.

Our bonding was cut due to a client suddenly called my brother and they wanted to do a photo shoot today because they can’t make it on the day they scheduled it. I hate clients like that; don’t they realize Axel has a life out of the photography area?! Grr.

Axel had to leave around 4pm to go to his work place for; yup you guessed it, work.

“Sorry kiddo, but this is a top client we’re talking about. I have to go.” He ruffled my hair, again.
“But this was supposed to be our day!” I whined, yes I can be a whiner when it comes to my brother.
“Maybe some other time.” He was about to walk away when I grabbed his wrist.
“When? You never had time for me anymore.” I looked down.
“I promise, before summer ends I will spend time with you.” He hugged me.
“Promise?” I stuck out my pinky finger; he locked it with his and said,
“Promise. Now I have to go okay?” He kissed the top of my head and walked out the door.
“Axel, wait!” I ran after him and hugged him, tears threatening to fall out of my eyes.
“Take care Axel, I love you.”
“Love you too, sis. Don’t ever forget that. I’m always here for you.” I released him and watched him walk away.

Damn. When did I get so emotional?! What day is it, it’s April 5th. Oh shit. It’s that time again. That’s why!
Suddenly, I had the urge to call my boyfriend, Derek. And that is what I did.

“Hey Derek.”
“Hey, what’s up?”
“Eh, nothing much. Say, want to have coffee?”
“Right now?”
“Yep. I missed you.”
“Sure. But it’s been only three days since we saw each other, yet here you are, missing me.” He joked.
“Yeah, well you can never have too much Derek.” I kidded.
“Okay, I’ll meet you at the café in 5.”
“Okay, bye. Love you.”
“Love you too.”

Yes, it’s been three months since Derek asked me to be his girlfriend and we haven't established the ‘I love you’ thing. He’s been nothing but the greatest boyfriend in the whole world. Aside from him being gone all the time, recording their EP, he calls me every night and any time he can. He’s so sweet, kind, and understanding; but why do I feel like I like him but only as a friend? Here’s the thing that confuses me; I have what I wanted, yet here I am, wanting someone else. Is that right? Should I break up with him? No. I love him.

No. you love someone else.
What the-?! You’re back?!
I’m always here. I had nothing to say!
Grr. I wish you always had nothing to say!
Ha-ha, you’re so funny. Anyways, you don’t love him! You love someone else!
Oh yeah? And who’s that ‘someone’ you’re talking about? Hmm?
You know him!
I know a lot of people.
Must you be so hard to deal with?!Yes, must you be so Goddamn annoying?!
Ugh.
Hey! Answer me!
…
Hey you!! Answer me! Damn you!!
…

And there I was, talking to myself as I was walking towards the café. My thought suddenly confused me even more. Why must it be like this?!
“Why?!” I shouted, my arms up like I was cursing the sky.
“Uh…babe? What are you doing?” Derek was looking at my like I was the craziest person in the world.
“Nothing! Nothing. So, how about that coffee eh?” I laughed nervously.
“Yeah. Let’s go.” He still had that look, the look of confusion slash suspicion slash I don’t know.

We ended up talking for hours. He drove me home around 9pm and when we reached the front door.

“G’night babe.” He kissed me. Dude, you’ve got to stop calling me ‘babe’. It’s so annoying.
“Night! See you at school.” I gave him a peck.
“See you too.” He looked at me with an ‘I’m-so-in-love-with-this-girl’ look. It was crushing me.

I went upstairs and took a shower then changed into my pajamas. Yes, I did not eat dinner. I hardly do. I forget. Ha-ha.
As I laid down on my bed, I couldn’t help but think of Derek and why I’m searching for someone else.

I drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened by a nightmare.

© Gabrielle.

What Exactly Is Holding Us Back?o7.

See the sequence? Green, Purple, Green, Purple? I love that combination :)

♥Chapter 7♥
'cause we are together, made for each other.

‘We're falling faster,
Will you think about it?
If I fall over,
Will you catch me, baby?
'Cause there's an awful lot of people waiting,
To get their hands on everything we've got.’


Aaaah. Saturday. I get to sleep late.

‘Go on; believe, if it turns you on.
Take what you need ‘til your body’s numb.
Prostitution is revolution.
You can hate me, after you pay me.
My submission is your addiction.
So just get out while you can’

Sadly, I was awaken by my phone ringing. I groaned, and answered the phone.

“Good morning, sunshine!” Hayley greeted me like she had no idea she woke me up, knowing her she would know that she woke me up. Damn hyper-in-the-morning girl.

“What?” I was beyond pissed; it was a Saturday for Pete’s sake! My sleeping late day!
“Well, my dear skittles loving friend, I thought that we could hang out. You, me and the mall!” She squealed.
“Ugh, no. Are you aware that it’s my sleeping late day?! Give me a few hours and I’ll be ready.” I groaned.
“What do you mean a few hours?! It’s already 2pm! Wake up!” She screamed. Ouch, I’m going to need a hearing aid for that.
“Why don’t you ask your boy toy Alex to join you?” I snapped.
“He and Derek are busy doing something today. Now up!” She shouted.
. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was already 2pm. Ugh, better get up now before Hayley would come over here and get me up.
“Fine, come over here in 30 minutes.” I sighed.
“Mmkay! Bye Bye!” She hung up the phone.

I forced myself up and made my way to that bathroom. I stripped off my pajamas and let the warm water overwhelm me. I poured strawberry-scented shampoo on my hands and began lathering. I rinsed, and began soaping. After I was finished, I dried myself off with a towel and made my way to my walk-in closet.

I changed into a purple tee that said ‘There's too much blood in my alcohol system.’ Ha-ha. That makes me laugh. Black shorts and my favorite black high tops. I grabbed my wallet, my keys, and my phone. A few minutes later Hayley arrived, we headed out and drove to the mall.

We went to American Apparel, Hurley, Hot Topic, and we were currently in the food court eating burgers.

“Hey Cas.” Hayley started.
“Yeah?”
“I think I’m done with Alex.” She blurted.
“What?! Why, you two were so cute together!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, I know. But he doesn’t seem like the right guy, and I have to keep my reputation.” She mumbled the last part.
“Hayley, just imagine how hurt he’s going to be if you do that. He has liked you since the 3rd grade and you’re just going to dump him like the rest of the boys you played.” I reasoned out.

I don’t want to see how hurt my best friend’s going to be, he doesn’t deserve that kind of pain.

“Is he not good enough for you?” I asked, looking at my soda.
“No! That’s just it! He’s too good for me.”
“It makes me feel guilty that I’m the girlfriend who changes boyfriends like I change clothes, I can’t do this anymore.” At this point, tears were threatening to fall out from her eyes; I don’t know what to do. Should I let her break his heart or let her be guilty and stay with him. No, I can’t do that to Hayley. I couldn’t do that to Alex too. Urgh. This makes me so confused!

“Do what you want Hayley.” I replied.
“What?” She lifted her head to see my expression, but I masked it and made it look blank.
“Yeah, do what you want. I don’t want to be in the middle of this, it’s your relationship so you do whatever you want. But I’ll tell you this, if he ends up heart broken and hurt, you don’t know how it’s going to kill us all seeing him like that. So think about what you’re about to do before you do it.”
“Thanks Cassie, don’t worry. My decision will be the best, for both of us.” She said.
“It better be. Anyway, should we head back or continue shopping?” I looked at the 11 or so bags we already had, dreading to do more shopping. I don’t think I could carry anymore of these bags.
“Nah, I think we’ve had enough shopping. Let’s head to your house and watch TV.” She suggested.
“How about we go to your house instead, we always go to my house. I’m sick of my house!” I raised my hands up for dramatic effect, or tried to; the bags were too heavy for my little self. Well not actually little, I’m 5”9 so, me no little. No no.
“Fine. Sleepover?” She looked up at me with hopeful eyes.
“Sure.” I sighed.

We went to the parking lot and stuffed our shit in the trunk and the back seat. See, I told you we had so many bags.

“Can I drive?” She was jumping up and down.
“Are you serious? This is my baby we’re talking about. No.” I crossed my arms over my chest. My stubborn stance if you prefer.
“Come on! You always drive!” She whined.
“That’s because we always use my car.” I argued.
“Just once! Please!” She gave me her best puppy dog pout, but me being the tough rock I am, ignored it.
“Ha! That so doesn’t work for me!” She continued to give me the eyes.
“No. No. No.” I fought myself from looking at her.
“Come on. Just once please. I’ll give you my favorite shoes.” She negotiated.
“You mean the pink and black ones? With the little hearts at the side?” Hey, these were the shoes I’ve been wanting ever since the day she bought it.
“Yes.” She sighed, clearly not wanting to give up those shoes. Aah. The enjoyment of her pain.
“Okay. Just once. Please take care of her or else I’ll let Max bite you!” I warned. Max was my puppy husky; he has one blue eye and one black eye. He was black and white, and oh so adorable!
“Fine. And FYI, Maxie can’t hurt a fly!” She joked, getting inside the car.
“Oh he so can! He once bit Sebastian!” I laughed at the memory.

We arrived at her house, Hayley’s house was the typical two story house with a pool; aka my dream house. Though my house isn’t something to be sad about, it’s beautiful in its own unique way. I went straight to her room to change my clothes; I stayed her all the time so basically some of my clothes were in there as well. I changed into a white tank top and plaid pajamas. I came back down and saw Mrs. Smith making dinner and Hayley watching MTV. I sat next to her.

“Don’t change the channel ‘cause up next is Split Second Eternity!” The interviewer announced, mine and Hayley’s mouth was wide open, our jaws practically reached the floor.
“What the hell?!” I jumped.
“Oh, so that’s why they’re busy today.” She nodded her head as if agreeing with herself.

We watched the whole interview about them, sometimes they would joke around. They were really themselves during the whole time. They also announced that they would be on tour with All Time Low and The Maine this summer. Psh, as if I didn’t know that already.

After the interview, we shut off the TV and ate dinner with her parents. They acted more like parents that my parents would ever be. Mr. and Mrs. Smith told me, more like demanded me, to call them mom and dad ‘because they feel like I’m their second child or something. Me, being scared for my dear life, nodded my head. Hayley, being the annoying person she is, laughed like there was no tomorrow.

We went to her room and did the normal things you’d do at sleepovers. Gossip, painting nails (I painted mine purple with black dots. Ha-ha), games, and food; lots and lots of food.

We passed out, from being so full and exhaustion, around 3 am. I think I’m going to puke.

© Gabrielle.