Nick is rumored to be reunited with former flame Miley Cyrus,
This really proves nelena.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:22 am
Anonymous said:
...You'll post about an irrelevant famewhore but not Kevin and Danielle? Wow.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:23 am
Anonymous said:
LMFAO, yeah ... by saying that Miley & Nick are dating?. Dude WTF!?
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:23 am
Anonymous said:
Its a commenter who said that.
I can leave a fucking comment there and say that
nick took a flight to georgia after that night.
and he will spend time with miley july 4th
and everyone will believe .
GOD some people are really just stupid
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some people are very sad.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:23 am
Anonymous said:
jared >>> timmy
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:24 am
Anonymous said:
I miss nelena
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:24 am
Anonymous said:
Nick is rumored to be reunited with former flame Miley Cyrus,
This really proves nelena.
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i know.
lmao
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:25 am
Anonymous said:
wtf this shit has been up for four hours! tim where are you, no one cares about this loser, post kanielle pics!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:25 am
Anonymous said:
After half an hour of a grueling walk (I’m used to skateboarding- what else can I say?) Nate and I finally arrive at the mall. He makes a disgusted face as we walk in and see all the preppy blonde girls in leather miniskirts and tight tank-tops, and I just sigh and say, “Get used it.”
We start at Hot Topic. Nate says he wants some new T-shirts, so I just browse around and look at all the cool stuff on the walls. Some of the quotes on the clothes are great, but others are stupid and corny. “I was born hot,” one says. Ugh. I shake my head and head back to the dressing rooms to wait for Nate. Sitting down on one of the splatter-black-painted benches, I pull out my cellphone and am about to check for messages when the dressing room door opens.
“Hey, what about-“ Nate starts to say, but stops when he notices something in the store entrance. I’m confused.
“What?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything, but just grabs me and yanks me into the dressing room with him, the door banging shut just as he pulls me all the way through. “What the hell?” I whisper-cry. He looks scared to death.
“Ex-girlfriend,” he breathes shakily, “It’s a long story.”
I nod, and we wait in the dressing room for a few minutes before he is sure that the girl is gone and reaches to open the door.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing his arm. He stops.
“Yeah?”
I smirk. “Why’d you pull me in here too? She doesn’t know who I am, or that I’m with you. You coulda just left me out there.”
Nate looks dumbfounded and helpless. Ha. I knew it.
“You did it on purpose.”
He shakes his head feverishly. “No! No, no I didn’t. I didn’t.”
“Yeah, right.” I mutter, smiling. He smiles back, and I realize that we really are friends.
At least, for now.
--
Aside from Hot Topic, there’s not much in the local mall worth shopping in. We stop at Vans and I get a new pair, but that’s pretty much it. On our way out, I ask if he wants to stop and eat.
“Sure,” Nate replies. We head just down the road to Pink Berry and get some frozen yogurt. Just as we’re sitting down, my phone buzzes.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:25 am
Anonymous said:
jared >>> timmy
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all the way, dude!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:25 am
Anonymous said:
go see a therapist.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:26 am
Anonymous said:
IKR? Oceanup is so low now.
fuck you TIM
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:26 am
Anonymous said:
well, you need help.
ASAP!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:26 am
Anonymous said:
HEY, it says, WE NEED TO TALK. CALL ME. XOXO SHANE
My breath catches in my throat and I exhale sharply. My sudden mood-change registers with Nate and he asks,
“What’s wrong?”
My hands, white as snow and clammy as, well, clams, shake madly as I hold up the phone for him to read.
“Who the fuck is Shane?” He chuckles, but when he sees how pissed off I am, stops.
“Ex-boyfriend.” I say quietly. “’It’s a long story.’”
My lame attempt at humor as I quote Nate’s earlier words falls flat. We sit in silence, and after awhile, I rise up out of my seat and grab my bags.
“We should get going. Mom’s probably wondering where I am.”
Nate gives me a sly look and stands up as well. “Didn’t you get the memo? When you hang with Nate McArthur, there is no curfew.”
He leads me outside, down the street, around corners and through allies, until we reach a small, quaint suburb on the opposite side of town. Quaint? Yeah, right. I spoke to soon. There is a block-party going in full swing, but this isn’t your neighborhood get together. Coolers full of beer sit off to the side on the burb, and I swear, every other person I see has a cigarette on hand.
“Nate…I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He smirks. “It’s fine,” he breathes, “Just stay by me. What happened to Miss I’m-To-Tough-For-You attitude, huh?”
I roll my eyes as he leads me over to one of the bright red coolers. He pulls out to beers and hands me one. I grab it, crack open the lid, and take a swig. It tastes stale and musty, but I gulp down another sip. I promise myself I won’t drink too much, but apparently Nate doesn’t have the same self-preservance. He chokes down the entire can and grabs another.
“Nate, are you okay?” I ask, concerned.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I’m fine.” There goes the second can. Onto number three.
“Seriously, you’re drinking a lot…” I muster. He nods.
“I know. Just one more drink.”
Or three or four?
--
“I warned, you Nate.” I tell him. Three hours later, it’s about midnight. I’m sitting on the curb, and Nate is laying next to me, his head in my lap.
“I know.” He grunts, and leans over to throw up once more.
“That’s gross.” I look away. He wipes his mouth and smiles softly.
“Yup.”
In the next ten minutes, he throws up three more times. Every time I see his face go sour, I turn the opposite direction and wait until I can’t hear the coughing and gagging anymore. So this is what it’s like to be drunk, I wonder, won’t be trying that anytime soon.
He rests his head back on my legs and closes his eyes. I shake my head. Great. Now he’s going to fall asleep. But instead of objecting, I just stroke his hair and let him rest. That’s what friends are for, right?
I’m pretty close to dozing off when my phone buzzes again. I sigh, and check it.
I MISS YOU. PLEASE CALL ME. –SHANE
Ugh. Why won’t the jerk leave me alone? I turn off my phone and shove it back in my pocket. Helping him stand as gently as possible, I guide Nate up and wrap his arm around my shoulder.
“Think you’ll be able to make it home?” I ask him.
He groans a small, “Yes.” And we begin the long trek back in the dark.
“Mitchie?” He murmurs a few minutes later. I look over at him in surprise.
“Yeah?” I reply. He seems to recall something.
“You know that guy who texted you earlier?”
I nod.
“Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em.”
He leans back into my shoulder so that I’m carrying most of his weight.
I laugh quietly to myself.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:27 am
Anonymous said:
I LOVE the Jonas Brothers.
I think Danielle and Kevin are a PERFECT match.
I like Selena. And i like Demi.
I like Miley aswell. And Taylor.
I just think think Miley wanted to break Selena and Demi up because she introduced Taylor to Selena straight after Selena and Nick broke up. Then Miley got closer to Demi and we all know that Demi is really tight with the Jonas Brothers, Miley got what she wanted and is now with Nick, she doesnt talk to Demi as much as she used too. And now Demi and Selena dont really talk much at all! Taylor is getting more successful because she knows what she is doing.
Get my point? .. Still i love all of them.
Justin is boring. I dont even know why he is on OceanUp. =] .. i dont even know why Miley dated him!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:27 am
Anonymous said:
We must rebel against TIMMY THE KIDDO.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:28 am
Anonymous said:
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Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:29 am
Amy said:
I never want to see his face again. oceanUP, he's out of Miley's life, and thus is no longer relevant. Please stop posting about him.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:29 am
Anonymous said:
taylor met selena when her and joe were dating
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:29 am
NICOLEE. said:
Jesus, Justin is so GAY.
Get over yourself, you're a MAN, she's an obnoxious 16 year old girl.
Get a job man.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:29 am
Anonymous said:
POST MORE or give the link to where I can read the whole story
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:30 am
Anonymous said:
uh
miley did not introduce selena to taylor. they met while taylor was with joe and selena was with nick.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:30 am
LOL said:
LOL YOU ARE SO FUNNY ABOUT SELENA WITH THE PICKLE LOLOLOLOLO
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:31 am
Anonymous said:
tweet tim and tell him to get this fucker out of this site
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:31 am
Anonymous said:
HEY, it says, WE NEED TO TALK. CALL ME. XOXO SHANE
My breath catches in my throat and I exhale sharply. My sudden mood-change registers with Nate and he asks,
“What’s wrong?”
My hands, white as snow and clammy as, well, clams, shake madly as I hold up the phone for him to read.
“Who the fuck is Shane?” He chuckles, but when he sees how pissed off I am, stops.
“Ex-boyfriend.” I say quietly. “’It’s a long story.’”
My lame attempt at humor as I quote Nate’s earlier words falls flat. We sit in silence, and after awhile, I rise up out of my seat and grab my bags.
“We should get going. Mom’s probably wondering where I am.”
Nate gives me a sly look and stands up as well. “Didn’t you get the memo? When you hang with Nate McArthur, there is no curfew.”
He leads me outside, down the street, around corners and through allies, until we reach a small, quaint suburb on the opposite side of town. Quaint? Yeah, right. I spoke to soon. There is a block-party going in full swing, but this isn’t your neighborhood get together. Coolers full of beer sit off to the side on the burb, and I swear, every other person I see has a cigarette on hand.
“Nate…I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He smirks. “It’s fine,” he breathes, “Just stay by me. What happened to Miss I’m-To-Tough-For-You attitude, huh?”
I roll my eyes as he leads me over to one of the bright red coolers. He pulls out to beers and hands me one. I grab it, crack open the lid, and take a swig. It tastes stale and musty, but I gulp down another sip. I promise myself I won’t drink too much, but apparently Nate doesn’t have the same self-preservance. He chokes down the entire can and grabs another.
“Nate, are you okay?” I ask, concerned.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I’m fine.” There goes the second can. Onto number three.
“Seriously, you’re drinking a lot…” I muster. He nods.
“I know. Just one more drink.”
Or three or four?
--
“I warned, you Nate.” I tell him. Three hours later, it’s about midnight. I’m sitting on the curb, and Nate is laying next to me, his head in my lap.
“I know.” He grunts, and leans over to throw up once more.
“That’s gross.” I look away. He wipes his mouth and smiles softly.
“Yup.”
In the next ten minutes, he throws up three more times. Every time I see his face go sour, I turn the opposite direction and wait until I can’t hear the coughing and gagging anymore. So this is what it’s like to be drunk, I wonder, won’t be trying that anytime soon.
He rests his head back on my legs and closes his eyes. I shake my head. Great. Now he’s going to fall asleep. But instead of objecting, I just stroke his hair and let him rest. That’s what friends are for, right?
I’m pretty close to dozing off when my phone buzzes again. I sigh, and check it.
I MISS YOU. PLEASE CALL ME. –SHANE
Ugh. Why won’t the jerk leave me alone? I turn off my phone and shove it back in my pocket. Helping him stand as gently as possible, I guide Nate up and wrap his arm around my shoulder.
“Think you’ll be able to make it home?” I ask him.
He groans a small, “Yes.” And we begin the long trek back in the dark.
“Mitchie?” He murmurs a few minutes later. I look over at him in surprise.
“Yeah?” I reply. He seems to recall something.
“You know that guy who texted you earlier?”
I nod.
“Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em.”
He leans back into my shoulder so that I’m carrying most of his weight.
I laugh quietly to myself.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:31 am
Anonymous said:
Lately, I’ve noticed that Nate has a habit of making me take care of him.
After carrying him home that time when he got drunk, I also had to go pick him up from his friend’s place (where he had gotten totally high, mind you), pat his back while he threw up after drinking a bottle of solid tequila, wait for him to fall asleep after some guy gave him a black eye, and I even had to grab the steering wheel when he almost drove into a 2,000 ton cement truck. Talk about annoying.
So now, here I am, a month later, sitting at the bus stop with Nate by my side, his head in his hands. Drugs, no doubt. But I don’t mention it. I just let him sit there, even when the bus comes and the driver honks the horn. We sit there for hours, and I’m pretty sure it’s about seven by the time we finally stand up and begin the long walk home.
“Mitchie…I feel…awful….” Nate grumbles, swerving from side to side as we walk.
“I know. Once we get home, you can rest-“
“No, I mean about…you…always helping me….” He looks up. “Thank you.”
I shrug. “It’s fine, Nate.”
He finally snaps out of his drugged faze. “But it’s not! I don’t deserve to have you around, Mitch. You’re way too nice to me, and you don’t even realize it.”
“Nate, don’t worry about it, seriously….” I start. I really don’t wanna talk about this right now. Not when Nate’s half asleep.
“That’s not all. I’ve gotten you out of trouble, what, once? And you just keep saving me, time after time again. It pisses me off. Not you, me. I’m such an asshole. But you don’t even care.” He screams. I swear, the street turns completely silent. It feels like Nate and I are the only two people right now. The moment is frozen. And I want it to end right now before I do something I regret.
“Not now, Nate. Please.” I beg. I probably sound like a little kid, but I don’t care. Some kid wearing all black and taking a swig out of something in a paper bag is staring at us. Not a good sign. Defenitley not a good sign.
“What? I can’t even thank you?” Now his voice is quieter, but still loud enough to catch people’s attention. The guy in black is still staring…and it’s creeping me out.
“Let’s GO.” I grab Nate’s arm as hard as I can and at last he shuts up. We trudge along the side of the road, and I’ve almost forgotten about Nate’s outburst when I hear footsteps behind us.
“Shit.” I mutter, and pull Nate closer. He glances back out of the corner of his eye and his expression describes the exact word I just said: Shit.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:32 am
Anonymous said:
jonashq is back
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:32 am
Anonymous said:
he is extremely weird and ugly!!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:32 am
Anonymous said:
Just keep walking. Don’t look behind you.” Nate whispers, and we walk a bit faster. The footsteps speed up as we round the corner. My heart is practically jumping out of my chest and I can tell the person is getting closer as the sound grows louder. I start to panic.
“Nate, what do we do?” Louder. Closer. I want to cry so bad right now, it’s not even funny.
“I don’t know. I don’t-“
A hand grabs my shoulder.
I scream.
“Fuck, Mitchie, don’t freak me out like that!”
Oh, good god.
Is it? It can’t be…..
“Shane?”
He grins. “Mitch! I’ve missed ya!” He wraps his arms around me and embraces me brightly.
“Yeah, uh….” I bite my lip. “This is Nate. He’s my neighbor. Nate, this is-“
“So you’re Shane, huh?” A smirk dances across Nate’s lips. Crap. What is he going to do? “I hope you go-“
“So, Shane!” I say brightly, cutting Nate off purposely. He sends daggers in my direction, but I just turn around and ignore him. “How’ve ya been?”
“Lonely.” He admits. “Look, Mitchie, I’ve been thinking, and….”
“Oh, Mitchie! Look at the time. Shouldn’t we be going?” Nate tries to steer me away. I shake him off.
“Hey, what happened to ‘Nate McArthur has no curfew,’ huh?” I cross my arms over my chest, letting him know that I’m not fooled. He still doesn’t lay off, and gives me a look that says, The guy’s a jerk, why do you bother?
“Excuse me for a second,” I say to Shane, and drag Nate a few feet away. “What the hell is your problem?” I hiss. He chuckles.
“My problem? I’m not the one who’s about to get back with my ex-boyfriend who slept with my best friend.”
I flinch back. His words sting, and it’s pretty obvious. Tears well up in my eyes.
“How did you know about that?”
He shrugs. “Let’s just say that I know how to work a little something called the internet.”
I wipe my eyes. I’m not gonna let him win. “Oh, like you’re any better? That ex-girlfriend?” I tilt my head to the side. “Miley Stewart, huh?”
He grimaces. “How did you-“
I smirk. “The internet.”
We stand face to face for a moment, staring each other down. I glare deep into his eyes, and does the same thing to me. We’re in that moment again. Time is frozen. Except this time, the silence is broken.
“Whoa, are you guys okay?”
Ugh. Shane. I open my mouth to say something, but Nate beats me to it:
“Get lost.”
I gap like a dead fish. Did he just…wha…huh?
“WHAT did you just say?”
Nate straightens up, unusual, considering his regular hunched-over posture.
“I said, get lost. You don’t belong here,” he shrugs, “and besides, she could do a whole lot better.”
Shane’s face turns beet red and, if it was possible, there would probably be steam pouring out of his ears right now.
“Crap, Mitchie, you ditch me for THIS?” He glares at Nate like he would glare at a piece of garbage. “Whatever. I don’t need you anyway.” He spins on his heel and storms off, leaving Nate and I standing in the middle of the sidewalk. My jaw is still on the floor, and Nate is already walking again. I rush to keep up.
“Do you even KNOW what you just did?” I practically scream. He stares straight ahead, not making eye contact. Just like that day after the skate park.
“I was helping you.” He mumbles. “Just like you did to me.”
I stare at his profile, lit up by the full moon hanging in the sky. His curly hair hangs down over his eyes, and his jaw curves just slightly up at the end. Most people would probably find this weird. But I kind of…like it.
Slowly, I reach for his hand and slide my palm against his. Our fingers intertwine, and he gently squeezes my hand.
I smile softly as we continue the hike home. It’s been some night.
Oh, but it’s not over yet.
Not even close.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:33 am
Anonymous said:
’Night.” Nate gives my hand another squeeze and crosses the street back to his house, and I watch as he skillfully works his way up a tree and onto the roof, across and behind into a window that is no doubt his bedroom. I laugh quietly and slip in the back door of my house, being careful not to wake my mom who is asleep on the couch. I creep up the stairs and finally make into my bedroom.
“Ahhhh.” I let out an exasperated sigh and fall back onto my bed, turning out the lights on my way. I expect to fall asleep immediately, but to my surprise, I can’t. My skin feels like it’s on fire, all tingly where Nate touched my hand. It’s strange. When Shane touched me the exact same way, I never felt anything this big. It just seemed so plain and normal with him. But with Nate…it’s different. I sort of knew it from the beginning- when I first saw him, I felt these automatic sparks. I don’t know how. All I know is that I like it. A lot.
All of a sudden, my phone buzzes. One in the morning- it can only be one person.
CAN U SLEEP?
Figures. Nate, obviously. I text him back.
SURPRISINGLY, NO.
He messages me back immediately.
COME OVER. THE BACK GATE’S OPEN.
I contemplate his offer, but my phone jumps again.
I’LL BE WAITING.
Without a second thought, I throw on my sweater and slip out the window. I carefully descend the wall and skip across the street over to Nate’s house. Sure enough, the back gate is unlocked. I latch it behind me and round the corner. There’s a HUGE swimming pool. The water sparkles and glistens in the moonlight, the shiny beams of light bouncing off it like a trampoline. I walk around to the edge and sit down, taking off my shoes and dipping my feet into the cool surface. I hear the back door slide open and closed behind me, and soon, Nate is by me with his feet in the water as well.
“Hey.” I say, splashing water at him gently with my foot. He smiles.
“Hey.”
We sit there for awhile. I can tell he’s still thinking about earlier- I am, too.
“Look, about earlier…” He starts to say. I cut him off.
“It’s fine! Believe me. I don’t care. It was just….a friendly gesture….”
He laughs awkwardly. “No, I mean about the whole Shane thing.”
I blush deeply. “Oh.”
“But that other….’friendly gesture..’” He looks at me. “….I meant it.”
This makes me blush even more. “Ummmm…thanks, I guess?”
“Why are you thanking me?” He asks. “Is it, like, a gift that I like you or something?”
I look out across the sparkling water. He likes me? “You like me?”
He bites his lip. “Well, yeah, I mean…..yeah, I do.”
For some reason, this comment makes me think of Shane, and my first Summer at Camp Rock. After Final Jam, when he admitted to liking me.
Flashback
“Mitchie…..” Shane smiles the most adoring smile at me. I flash one back.
“Yeah?”
He pauses for a moment. “I like you. A lot.”
I take his hand. “I like you too.”
He grins. “You do?”
“Yeah.”
He embraces me warmly and holds me tight, wrapping his arms around my back and stroking my hair. I kiss his cheek.
“You’re so great, Shane.” I tell him.
“Thanks.” He replies.
End Flashback
“Nate….” I stutter. “I mean, with Shane and all…I can’t….”
He looks hurt. Dissapointed, too. “It’s okay. I get it. Just breaking up and stuff. It’s hard, I know.”
“BUT,” I amend, and he perks up. “I think I might like you, too.”
“Even after everything?” He asks.
“Even after,” I nod.
He looks at me, an amused expression on his face. I give him a questioning look, and he chuckles. He stands up and pulls his T-shirt over his his head, exposing his perfectly toned stomach. I look down.
.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:33 am
Anonymous said:
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Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:34 am
Anonymous said:
He looks at me, an amused expression on his face. I give him a questioning look, and he chuckles. He stands up and pulls his T-shirt over his his head, exposing his perfectly toned stomach. I look down.
“What are you doing?”
He takes my arm and helps me up.
“This.”
He picks me up, cradling me baby-style, and takes a few steps backward. Oh god.
“Nate….”
“CANNON BALL!”
He sprints across the pool deck and leaps into the pool with me in his arms. We plunge beneath the silky surface of the water and a burst of bubbles escapes from my lips as I surface for air.
“Naaaate!” I giggle, and he emerges from under and spits a stream of water at me.
“What? I warned you.”
We both laugh as we bob up and down in the water. It’s probably at least two right now. Oh well. Like it matters!
“Hey Mitchie?” Nate stops laughing. I glance at him.
“Yeah?”
He looks away. “Would you care…if I did this?”
Slowly, he swims closer to me so his face is just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as he slowly leans in and presses his lips to mine. I gently loosen up and start to kiss him back. He deepens the kiss and starts exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Wow. I never kissed Shane like this. Ever. And it’s…amazing.
Nate pulls away and looks me in the eye.
“Better than Shane?” He asks.
I smile. “Defenitley better than Shane.”
I grab him and begin to kiss him again, this time not as hesitant. Our legs intertwine underwater, and I think of how perfect the moment is.
I never want it to end.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:35 am
Anonymous said:
I don’t remember much of what happened after that. I am vaguely aware that I was carried back to the shelter of my own room, too tired to walk alone. I’m pretty sure Nate kissed me lightly before exiting through my window and descending the wall, but I can’t be positive. All I know is that now that I’m awake, I wish I was still asleep.
“Miiiiiiiitchie!” My mom chirps, running over to me as I groggily stomp down the stairs after a lame five hours of sleep. Her face is bright and lit up, and for one split second I wonder if she’s high on something. Shaking the notion out of my head, I plaster a fake grin on my face.
“Yes, Mommy?”
She doesn’t catch on to my sarcasm. “Honey! Guess what?”
I tilt my head to the side and pretend to ponder her question. “What?!” I squeal at last, no idea why she’s so excited.
“HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY!”
I freeze. My…birthday? It couldn’t be…not yet…….
“Whhhhat????”
She smiles. “It’s your birthday! You didn’t forget, did you?”
I smile half-heartedly. “N-no, of course not….”
My mom grins. “Good! Because I invited the McArthur’s over for dinner. Is that okay with you??”
I actually ponder this for a moment. “The…McArthur’s? Uhm….”
I’m not sure how strong the tension will be between Nate and I after last night. The idea of having dinner with him is even kind of scaring me right now.
“Sure.” I reply at last, turning back upstairs. My mom makes a noise as if to continue, but decides against it and lets me go. I head up and shut my door, wondering what I should do to pass the time. I spot my running shoes in the corner, and an idea pops up into my head.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:35 am
Anonymous said:
PEDOPHILE!!!!!! FAMEWHORE!!!!!!!!!!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:36 am
Anonymous said:
Selena wasnt as close with Taylor then! they were never seen together until that time were Demi, Selena, Miley, Taylor and Justin were all at some dinner and Selena and Taylor got even more close. Then they started to talk more than ever. Demi and Selan hardly talk! and even on the live chat someone asked hows Selena? and Demi said .. i havent spoken to Selena in ages i dont know how she is.
Before we moved, I used to run all the time. My mom called me the lightning bolt- she said I was the fastest runner she’d ever seen. I had long come to realize that there WERE people who could run faster than me, but kept running anyway. I know I’m not the greatest person to set foot on a track, or field, or whatever, but I love it anyway. The feel of wind against my face, heart beating in my chest…..
I slip on some shorts and a sports bra, tossing on a tank-top and tying a sweater around my waist before lacing up my shoes. I stick my iPod into its case and Velcro it around my arm. Then, taking one last look around my room, I jog down the stairs and out the door.
I’ve forgotten how it feels to run. My feet pound against the pavement as I pick up speed, iPod blasting in my ears.
Another cigarette
and I’m so bored
Your words aren't making sense
I was taken
But you were waiting
one more drink
and I'm convinced
Not one more sound
Let your hair down
Take the low road
No one will know
Whoa ,I feel just like we're taking control
Of the night
Whoa, i feel just like we're losing control
But if you let go then I’ll let go tonight
Suddenly, I smash into something and fall to the ground. I hear the crack of impact as my body hits the cement and my earbuds fall out, dangling at my side. I rub the side of my head and sit up, dizzy.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you….” A firm hand grabs my wrist and helps me up. I brush myself off and look up, only to find a pair of big blue eyes staring at me.
“No, no, it’s okay.” I stutter. It turns out that the person I ran into is extremely hot. He’s wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but it’s tight enough that you can see his muscles built around his body. He has blonde hair that is cut short, almost a buzz cut, but not as dorky as one.
He smiles questioningly at me. “I’m Cam.”
I accept his hand and shake it lightly. “Mitchie.”
“Look, I’m really sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention where I was going.” He apologizes. I silence him.
“No, don’t worry about it! It’s fine.” I tell him. He grins awkwardly, and we run side by side for awhile. Up the block, around the neighborhood, down the park, and back again. He tells me a bit about himself. His name is Cam (obviously), he’s eighteen, and he lives five houses down from mine. Our feet pound against the pavement in perfect unison, and I’m having such a great time that I don’t even notice when we pass my house for the sixth time in a row.
“How long have we been running?” I ask. He pulls out his phone and glances at the screen.
“About three hours. Why? Do you have to be somewhere?”
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:36 am
Ylime said:
I feel kind of bad for him. Sure Miley seems like a nice person and very down-to-earth but it just seems odd that all of a sudden she pretty much dumps him and starts going out with Nick (we don't know for sure but it's like a 99 percent chance - no body is that stupid). I like Nick and Miley both but it just seems wrong to me. I don't really care either way... not my life - good thing it's not! haha.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:37 am
Anonymous said:
Go eat pickles.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:37 am
the one and only (: said:
He twittered John Mayer. (:
But I seriously think he's a bit on the gay side.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:37 am
Anonymous said:
How long have we been running?” I ask. He pulls out his phone and glances at the screen.
“About three hours. Why? Do you have to be somewhere?”
I take my time deciding whether to tell him about my birthday or not. Finally, I reply, “Well…it is my birthday, and my mom’s throwing this party, so….”
He looks disappointed. “Oh, okay. Happy birthday.” He lips curl up slightly and I suddenly have this feeling way down inside of me that hurts when I see the sadness cross his face.
“But you could come, if you want.” I say quickly. “I mean, to the party. You don’t have to bring anything. We’re just eating dinner….” I finish. He laughs at my lame attempt to include him.
“I’d like that.” He nods, as we stop in front of my house this time. I wave goodbye, and jog down the path before turning around once more and waving again. Then I push open the front door and go up to my room. Looking at my clock, I see that it’s already two o’clock. The McArthur’s should be coming in a couple of hours. I peel off my sweaty clothes and grab some towels before turning on the shower, water blasting out the nozzle. I step in, letting the hot water flow across my skin, relaxing me instantly. I rub shampoo into my hair, then lather it in conditioner before washing off my body and stepping out. Sighing, I shut off the water and wrap the towel around myself. I can’t stop thinking about Cam. He’s the complete opposite of Nate- athletic, funny, bright. Nate’s so dark, mysterious, and intriguing…that’s probably why I like him so much. But after meeting Cam, I’m starting to wonder if I made the right choice.
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Two hours later, I’m dressed in jeans and a blue Lacoste polo (thanks to my mom) as the McArthur’s walk in. Even Nate’s dressed up, kind of- shirt and tie, but he’s still wearing jeans. I laugh at the sight of formal-Nate, which he notices, and glares at me teasingly from across the room. I take this as a sign that things between us are still fine, which makes me breathe a deep sigh of relief. I was so worried things would be awkward, and now that they’re not, I can finally stop freaking out and enjoy myself. After all, it is my birthday, right?
We go into the dining room, where my mom has Thai food , my favorite, spread out across the table. I’m just about to sit down when the doorbell rings again.
“I’ll get it!” I tell everyone, before running back out to the entryway and opening the door. It’s Cam. He’s looking even more gorgeous, now that he’s cleaned up. Abercrombie polo and jeans, with his hair slightly gelled. Trying not to faint right there, I let him in and close the door. He smiles at me.
“Happy birthday. I didn’t bring you anything, ‘cuz I didn’t know what you’d want….” He smiles apologetically, flashing the most beautiful set of teeth I’ve ever seen. I grin back at him.
“It’s okay. I don’t need anything. Besides, you just met me. It’s no big deal.” I amend, gently touching his arm. He flinches away awkwardely, and I give him a questioning look before leading him into the dining room.
“Guys, this is Cam. Cam, this is my mom, Mrs. McArthur, and Nate.” I introduce them to each other, and Cam politely shakes everyone’s hand before sitting down next to me, with Nate on my other side. I try to ignore Nate’s curious glares, but when I finally peek at him out of the corner of my eye, he’s glaring at Cam, who has his eyes on his plate. Oh, shit…I think, god, Mitchie, why’d you have to go and make everything so awkward?!
My mom, noticing the strange vibe at our end of the table, claps her hands. “Uh, let’s open presents! Shall we?”
All of us file into the living room, where I see a small stack of presents sitting on the coffee table.
“You guys, I don’t need any presents.” I say sitting down on the couch. Nate flops down next to me and drapes his arm over my shoulder.
“It’s your birthday, Mitch. Everyone deserves presents on their birthday.” I sit there strangely, with Nate’s arm around me, trying not to feel guilty about it in front of Cam. I could tell he was a bit caught off guard with the gesture, and to try and make him feel better, I shrug out from under Nate and tear open the first present.
“Oh. Uh…scented candles. Thanks, Mrs. McArthur.” I say, setting the colorful ornament on the coffee table. I can tell Nate and Cam are both trying desparately to surpress their laughter, so before they embarrass me, I grab the next present. It’s from my mom. When I have all the paper off, I see that it’s a brand-new iPod Nano.
“Mom! Thanks!” I chirp, examining the device. It’s bright red, my favorite color, and holds up to 2,000 songs. Exactly what I need, a new iPod. Perfect.
I the best skateboard I’ve
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:38 am
Anonymous said:
thats why they were holding hands when they went out with joe,nick,kevin and danielle
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:38 am
Anonymous said:
Two hours later, I’m dressed in jeans and a blue Lacoste polo (thanks to my mom) as the McArthur’s walk in. Even Nate’s dressed up, kind of- shirt and tie, but he’s still wearing jeans. I laugh at the sight of formal-Nate, which he notices, and glares at me teasingly from across the room. I take this as a sign that things between us are still fine, which makes me breathe a deep sigh of relief. I was so worried things would be awkward, and now that they’re not, I can finally stop freaking out and enjoy myself. After all, it is my birthday, right?
We go into the dining room, where my mom has Thai food , my favorite, spread out across the table. I’m just about to sit down when the doorbell rings again.
“I’ll get it!” I tell everyone, before running back out to the entryway and opening the door. It’s Cam. He’s looking even more gorgeous, now that he’s cleaned up. Abercrombie polo and jeans, with his hair slightly gelled. Trying not to faint right there, I let him in and close the door. He smiles at me.
“Happy birthday. I didn’t bring you anything, ‘cuz I didn’t know what you’d want….” He smiles apologetically, flashing the most beautiful set of teeth I’ve ever seen. I grin back at him.
“It’s okay. I don’t need anything. Besides, you just met me. It’s no big deal.” I amend, gently touching his arm. He flinches away awkwardely, and I give him a questioning look before leading him into the dining room.
“Guys, this is Cam. Cam, this is my mom, Mrs. McArthur, and Nate.” I introduce them to each other, and Cam politely shakes everyone’s hand before sitting down next to me, with Nate on my other side. I try to ignore Nate’s curious glares, but when I finally peek at him out of the corner of my eye, he’s glaring at Cam, who has his eyes on his plate. Oh, shit…I think, god, Mitchie, why’d you have to go and make everything so awkward?!
My mom, noticing the strange vibe at our end of the table, claps her hands. “Uh, let’s open presents! Shall we?”
All of us file into the living room, where I see a small stack of presents sitting on the coffee table.
“You guys, I don’t need any presents.” I say sitting down on the couch. Nate flops down next to me and drapes his arm over my shoulder.
“It’s your birthday, Mitch. Everyone deserves presents on their birthday.” I sit there strangely, with Nate’s arm around me, trying not to feel guilty about it in front of Cam. I could tell he was a bit caught off guard with the gesture, and to try and make him feel better, I shrug out from under Nate and tear open the first present.
“Oh. Uh…scented candles. Thanks, Mrs. McArthur.” I say, setting the colorful ornament on the coffee table. I can tell Nate and Cam are both trying desparately to surpress their laughter, so before they embarrass me, I grab the next present. It’s from my mom. When I have all the paper off, I see that it’s a brand-new iPod Nano.
“Mom! Thanks!” I chirp, examining the device. It’s bright red, my favorite color, and holds up to 2,000 songs. Exactly what I need, a new iPod. Perfect.
I tear open the next two presents with a gracious smile, and when I get to the last, I notice it has no tag. Looking at Nate, I peel off the paper slowly before holding up the gift. It’s a brand new skateboard, with my name engraved in Graffiti on the back. I stare it in shock. It’s amazing. Probably the best skateboard I’ve ever had. I hug Nate excitedly before setting the skateboard down and looking up to check on Cam. He seems lonely. Awhile later, after Nate and his mom leave, Cam and I stand by the door awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“Thanks for coming.” I tell him at last. He stares down at the floor while replying.
“I’m really sorry I made things so weird for you. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend…” He trails off. I stop him.
“No, no. Nate is NOT my boyfriend,” I practically scream. He looks up at me.
“Really? Cuz it sure looked like it.” He turns to the door. “Look, I should go. My mom’s probably getting worried-“
Just as he’s about to open the door, I grab his wrist. He turns back around, surprised.
“We should hang out sometime.” I tell him, smiling gently. He seems torn as whether to say yes or not. Probably thinking about Nate. But after a few seconds, he returns the smile and nods before stepping out onto the front path.
“I’d like that.”
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:39 am
Anonymous said:
I really miss Demi and Selena! =[
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:40 am
Anonymous said:
that's not true. selena and taylor have been close for a long time. they went on a double date last year, and taylor went to the premiere of that cinderella movie for selena. miley has nothing to do with that mess so don't blame her.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:40 am
Anonymous said:
again, go see a therapist.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:41 am
Anonymous said:
“Mom, no. It’s only mid-August. Don’t enrole me in school yet! Please, please, please!” I beg. It’s a week after my birthday, and my mom has just told me that I get to start school in ten days! Yippee! NOT.
“Mitchie, school starts soon. You’ll attend the local high school, with Nate and his friends. It won’t be that bad. You already know a few people, don’t you?” She asks half-sympathetically. I sigh.
“I know two people, mom. TWO! Nate and Cam. And Cam’s a Senior, so that’s pretty pointless.” I point out. My mom, accepting her defeat, brushes her hands off on the apron she’s wearing. Mrs. McArthur invited her over for some Ladies-Book-Club thing tonight, and for some unknown reason, my mom finds it awkward to show up at somebody else’s house empty-handed. She’s decided to make some olive-artichoke chip dip or whatever. Like I could care less.
“Fine, fine. But I am taking you to orientation tomorrow. It’s very important to me that you’re not totally clueless on your first day at a new school.” Suddenly, the house phone rings. She motions to me to give her a second, and picks up the phone. “Oh, Cam! Hello there….yes, I’m sure she’d love to. Thanks!” My mom sticks the phone back on the receiver and looks up at me. “That was Cam. He invited you to ‘hang out’ with him today.”
“Did you tell him yes? You’d BETTER have told him yes! Ohmigosh, ohmigosh!” I squeal, running up the stairs to my room. I have to change, put on make-up, wash up. So much to do…”
“Mitchie?” My mom’s voice echoes up the staircase. I poke my head over the railing and glare down at her.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:41 am
Anonymous said:
What?!” My voice sounds thin and slivery, like a snake. My mom’s face twists up, and her eyes droop sadly. I want to feel some regret for the tone of my voice, but I don’t. What is wrong with me?
“I just wanted to tell you to have fun.” My mom attempts to smile, but it fails and she turns around and shuffles back into the kitchen. I scowl at her back and go back into my room, glancing around. Everything is either shoved under the bed, in the closet, or laying out on the floor. I open my closet, and before a giant mountain of useless junk can tumble down on me, pull out my favorite shirt and a pair of jeans before backing up the against the door and holding it shut for a few seconds. When I’m sure it’s not going to open and everything is going to collapse, I take a few slow steps forward and go shut my door to change. Then, I skip into the bathroom and brush my hair. Running the comb through the thin strands, I briefly wonder what Nate will think if I go out with Cam. Shaking the notion out of my head, I brush my teeth and put on some eyeliner and mascara before catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Perfect.
When the doorbell rings, before my mom can get to it first and HORRIBLY embarrass me, I prance down the stairs and open the door. Cam’s waiting there, looking more gorgeous than ever. I smile at him before turning back around. “Bye mom!” I say, and close the door behind us.
“Hey,” he says as we walk out to his car. That’s one thing that’s different about him compared to Nate- he can drive. The sound of it unlocking chimes in my ears, and I slide into the passenger side and onto the creamy leather. The inside is really overdone- the stereo is awesome, the seats are amazing, and overall, the interior is way better than it looks. From the outside, the car looks like an old beat-up Honda, but on the inside…wow.
“Hey. Nice car,” I comment as he starts the engine.
“Do you really mean that? Or are you just trying to make me feel better?” He laughs as we pull out onto the road. I scoff.
“I am NOT lying!” I screech. He gives me a knowing look. “Okay, so the outside is horrendous, but I do really like the inside.”
“That’s more like it,” He replies, and we drive in silence for awhile. Finally, I ask,
“Where are we going?”
He turns his head slightly and smirks at me, but keeps driving without a response. At last, we pull up at our destination. When I see the sign, I scream.
“MINI GOLF! OHMIGOSH! I LOVE MINI GOLF! HOW DID YOU KNOW??” I cry. He grins.
“I talked to your mom on the phone last night…and she told me you loved mini-golf.” He admits as we walk into the Putt-Putt Palace. Everything about the place is lame, from the paint colors, to the people who hang out there. But I still love it. My dad used to take me mini-golfing all the time, before he left. It’s kind of strange, being here without him. It was our thing. You know how dad’s take their sons fishing and whatever? Well, that’s what mini-golf was to us. It was our fish, and the club was the rod.
“One round for the two of us.” Cam tells the clerk, who hands us two clubs and asks us what color ball
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:42 am
Anonymous said:
lol what'd you want her to do, stay with someone she didn't care for while she loved someone else? i have no sympathy. he got what he wanted--attention. time for him to fade into obscurity now.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:42 am
Anonymous said:
talked to your mom on the phone last night…and she told me you loved mini-golf.” He admits as we walk into the Putt-Putt Palace. Everything about the place is lame, from the paint colors, to the people who hang out there. But I still love it. My dad used to take me mini-golfing all the time, before he left. It’s kind of strange, being here without him. It was our thing. You know how dad’s take their sons fishing and whatever? Well, that’s what mini-golf was to us. It was our fish, and the club was the rod.
“One round for the two of us.” Cam tells the clerk, who hands us two clubs and asks us what color ball we want. I look at the choices.
“Orange,” I finally decide. Cam takes a blue one, and we head out onto the course. It’s a pretty nice day, actually- not too hot, but not freezing cold, either. The course has it’s misters going, and I feel the water hit my face like a soft blanket. An hour and a half later, Cam and I finish up the last hole and head back inside. We return our things, and just as we are about to head out, I turn to Cam.
“I’m just gonna use the bathroom,” I tell him. He nods, and I walk across the large room to the sign that says “Women’s Restrooms.” After I’ve done my ‘business’ (A/N: Lol) I’m just pushing the swinging door open to go back to Cam when suddenly, a hand grabs me from behind and drags me down. I try to scream, but the person covers my mouth with their hand and pulls me out the side entrance so Cam can’t see us. When I catch a glimpse of my attacker, I find a face looks all too familiar.
“Drake!” I scream, my voice muffled by his hand. He laughs coldly, and throws me into the backseat of an old, beat-up Sedan. He climbs in on top of me, and locks the doors behind me. I sit still in horror as he binds my hands up with a thick cloth and shoves me down. I quickly start to shout for help, but his lips cover mine all too soon and I’m helpless. He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me roughly, running his tongue over my upper teeth. I keep trying to turn my head away, but it doesn’t work. He grabs another cloth and ties my mouth shut with it, then attaches his lips to my neck and begins to suck. I shriek as loud as I can as tears begin to fall down my cheeks, knowing that I can’t stop him. He could kill me if he wanted too. That’s how awful and whimpy I am. Suddenly, I become aware that his hand is trailing up the back of my shirt. It’s cold, and scaly, and I shiver as he rips the clothing off. I groan and squirm, trying to get his weight off of me, but it’s no use. He keeps trailing kisses down my body, and I realize that it’s never going to stop. I’ve been caught.
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Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:43 am
Anonymous said:
all of a sudden? niley started getting closer in January, 7 months ago. and mustin kept having problems, fighting in public, on twitter, the break-up in april etc. it wasn't all of sudden
“Dude. What are we doing all the way down here? I didn’t know you liked mini-golf.” Sean complains as I hop off my board in front of Putt-Putt mini-golf. He follows suit, and I respond to his question.
“I don’t. I called Connie and she said that Mitchie was here.”
He laughs. “Oh, so this is for that girl, huh?”
I wack him, and we both laugh as we walk around the back side of the building. I’ve got no money, so they can’t exactly let me in. Guess I’ll just sneak around.
“She’s not just a girl, Sean. I really like her.” God. I sound so corny. This is what Mitchie does to mean. I don’t know how, or why, but she just does. Whenever I’m around here, I feel so not-myself. But in a good way. It’s hard to explain.
“Ooh, she’s not just a girl, Sean,” He mimics, waving his hands around. “Whatever. Like I give a crap.”
We trudge on past some cars, and I notice that there’s a person in one of them. Wait, make that people. I can see a blonde head sticking up by the side window, and a girl’s brown hair popping up under him. Why do I recognize them?
Then it hits me.
Mitchie.
And…..
Drake?!
Oh, shit.
Without a second thought, I spring over to the passenger side and pound on the door. Mitchie looks up, and her watering eyes bore into me with enough terror to make my heart break in half. I try the door handle. It’s locked. Not pausing to think, I pound me fist into the window as hard as I can. The glass shatters with a sickening “CRACK” as I stick my hand in and unlock the door. Drake, realizing what’s happening, tries to shove me away. I throw the door open in and I grab him, motioning for Sean to as well. We drag him out into the middle of the parking lot, and Sean begins to pound him (HARD) as I run back to Mitchie. She’s huddled inside the car, wearing nothing but her bra and underwear, tears pouring down her face. I crawl in and embrace her, holding her close to my chest. She buries her face into my chest and bawls her heart out, and I just sit there silently, holding her. Even though she’s only wearing her bra and underwear.
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Mitchie’s POV
Nate leaves the car to let me get dressed, and I quietly put my shirt and jeans back on before stepping out of the car. Nate’s friend, Sean, is on the phone with the police, holding Drake down with one hand. I laugh slightly at the sight of it, but still feel great and utter stupidity for almost letting Drake win. Nate turns when he notices me, and walks over with his head down. I run to him and throw my arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. He strokes my hair, and I’m pretty relaxed until I remember why I’m really here.
“Where’s Cam?” I ask abruptly. Nate remains calm.
“He’s inside, getting you something to eat. Don’t worry.”
He smiles softly down at me, and my insides melt at the beauty of his perfect face. I can’t even remember what I ever even saw in Cam. But I do know one thing for sure:
Nate’s my knight in shining armor. And he always will be.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:44 am
Anonymous said:
Nate and I had a rough time talking after what happened. I was a little shaken, and he seemed a lot more quiet than usual. Each afternoon, I went to his house, we hung out a little (which usually involved a little more than just ‘hanging out’) and I came home. That’s how it stayed for the next two weeks, until the day finally came…
“It’s the last day of Summer?!” I shrieked in shock. My mom drew a giant red slash through the date on her Calender. September 5th. My mind was screaming at me. No, no, no!!! Not yet! I wasn’t ready to face my new classmates. I screamed and ran up to my room, slamming the door and falling sideways onto the bed and burying my face in the soft pillow. Suddenly, I heard a soft chuckle from behind me.
“Nate! What are you doing here? How did you get in?” I giggled-whispered. He laughed quietly before coming and laying down next to me on the bed.
“The window was open, Mitch,” he replied lightly. I quickly pecked his cheek and he stroked my hair lightly, the two of us just laying there, side by side in the early September heat. My entire body felt tingly as our exposed skin touched, and I suddenly knew, with all my might, that this was the moment. Right now.
“Nate,” I whispered, looking up into his eyes. He gazed back down at me, trying to figure out what I was suggesting. He sat up silently, surprised.
“Are you sure?” He asked. I nodded and scooted closer to him before pressing our lips together. He cupped my chin in his firm hand and kissed me back passionately, our tongues swirling together as one. Softly, Nate trailed gentle kisses down my jaw and to my neck, where he bit into the warm flesh and left his mark. I moaned quietly, and he moved on, satisfied. In moments, both of our clothes were gone, and I let him lead the way. His lips left hot kisses all over my skin, burning holes like wild fire. His first thrusts were soft- easy, he didn’t want to hurt me. As the speed increased, we fell into a rhythm, and I screamed as we both came together, perfectly, just like it should be.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:44 am
Anonymous said:
Like i said. They wernt as close till after that dinner. You just try to find other things so that Miley looks really innocent. All of them have done wrong. I cant believe that Miley would go back to Nick. I cant believe that Nick would go back to Miley. =] ... Get back to reality guys. If you actually think about it NONE of them are perfect. And im not trying to make Miley look bad, or blame her for anything. Its just an opinion.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:45 am
Anonymous said:
He didn't. Leave him alone, he couldn't care less about this teenage drama. That rumor was started by a delusional Selena teenie.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:45 am
Anonymous said:
wasn’t surprised to wake up and find that Nate was gone.
He had never been one with words, especially whenever we went a little too far.
But I was definitely surprised when I sat up and felt my head swimming, almost fuzzy as I got up and wandered into the bathroom. I took a small sip of water and stumbled over to the toilet, where I leaned over and barfed feverishly. The first thing that came to my mind was that I was sick; but I was pretty sure I couldn’t just all of a sudden start throwing up with no reason. As I thought about it, head bent over the toilet and hair billowing around my face, the conclusion finally jumped into my head. I couldn’t be…no, there was no way, I told myself. Carefully, I pulled open the bottom drawer under the sink and pulled out a test, all the while silently praying that nothing was wrong…
When I finished, I stared down at the white stick in horror. In black, bold, print, the tiny screen read a single mark. The + sign glared up at me like the devil, teasing me and prying at me with all it’s anger. I shook the test roughly and looked at it again. The sign still sat there, all by itself, just like me. I felt my eyes begin to water and sting, and I crumbled into the corner of the bathroom, the test sitting on the counter. I couldn’t believe it. How would I tell Nate? He would hate me. Probably never talk to me again. And I had to go to school…how would I show my face? What would everyone think of me? They’d just assume I was some sort of slut, who went around hooking up with random guys for fun. The tears flowed down my cheeks like a storm, streaming and running until there was nothing left of me. Just a big puddle, and me, drowned in my own, sick tears.
---
“You’re WHAT?!”
That’s all I could remember hearing, those two words falling out of his mouth like an atomic bomb. After that, everything turned white, and I felt his strong arms reach out and catch me before leading me back to his bed and letting me sleep. I don’t know how long I was out- when I woke up, it was bright, a new day, and I realized that I was probably already late for school.
“School…” I mumbled groggily. I gagged a little bit and jumped up and ran into Nate’s bathroom, where I threw up again and collapsed on the floor. When I looked up, my eyes puffy, I saw Nate standing there in shock.
“You weren’t kidding,” Is all he says. I just stare up into his sparkling brown eyes and nod. “Shit,” he mumbles, putting a hand over his face and then running it through his hair. I stare at the floor sadly as he finally mumbles out a response.
“I think you should leave.”
Shakily, I stand up and wobble unsteadily down the stairs and out the door. I’m barely halfway across the street when I fall over and begin to sob. This can’t be happening, I tell myself, this can’t be happening. The whole time I try to deny it, I can’t help but think about this truth. This isn’t a movie. This is my life. And it is completely and utterly FUCKED UP.
I RECKON .. MILEY, DEMI, SELENA AND THE REST OF THE DISNEY GIRLS SHOULD ALL MAKE A SONG TOGETHER =]
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:47 am
Anonymous said:
“Mitchie, wake up. Somebody came to see you.”
I groan into my pillow and roll over, my eyes fluttering open. My mom is standing there, smiling affectionately down at me. I smirk and sit up as she walks out of the room quickly. Who the hell would come to see me right now? I scuffle down the stairs in my torn socks and to the front door, where- whaddaya know?- Nate is standing.
“Hey,” he says quietly, eyes glued to the floor. I fold my arms across my chest.
“What do you want?” I hiss. “Have you come to make me feel even more worse about the fact that I’m pregnant with a child you don’t give a fuck about?”
Nate grabs my arm violently. “Can’t we talk about this somewhere else?”
I sigh. “Fine.”
We walk up to my room without speaking and I shut the door loudly behind us. He sits down on the edge of my bed and I sit next to him. The silence continues as he leans over and puts his head in his hands.
“I can’t do this.” He whispers shakily. I look away.
“That’s become pretty apparent.”
“No, I don’t mean that,” he says urgently. “I just mean…this. I can’t just come up here, apologize, and think that everything will go back to normal. Because it can’t,” he places a hand on my shoulder softly. I shrug it off and stare out the window as he pauses, waiting for me to reply.
“I’m listening,” I say at last.
He gulps. “I’m not trying to deny the fact that this is my fault. I know it is- partly. All I’m saying is that I think we need to do something about it. An abortion. I don’t know, maybe put it up for adoption? It’s up to you.”
I turn around and look him straight in the eyes. I attempt not to seem weak, or stressed. I need to tell him the truth.
“I’m keeping it. I mean really keeping it.” My face doesn’t move a muscle. He returns my fair gaze without hesitation.
“If that’s what you want to do, that’s what you want to do. I can’t change your mind. But I can,” he props my chin up in his hand and leans forward, “tell you that I am not letting you go through this alone. I won’t.”
I can’t take it anymore. I break down in sobs as he wraps his arms around me, gently rubbing my back. I cry into his chest and hold onto his shirt like it’s the last thing I have left, because it is. He is.
----
As the sun sets and the moon begins to shine through my bedroom window, I hear Nate stand up and walk towards the window. I sit up slightly and look at his profile that is lit up. It’s so perfect, I can’t stand not having it near me.
“Nate,” I whisper. I watch him turn towards me.
“Yeah?” He asks. My breath cracks as I speak.
“Stay. Please.”
He hesitates for a moment before coming over and climbing on the bed next to me. I lay cradled in his chest as he strokes my hair lovingly. For once, I forget about everything. My family, school, the baby…all I’m thinking about is him. And how I will never be able to live without him.
“I love you,” I say quietly. His hand doesn’t stop as it runs across the top of my head.
“I love you, too.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:47 am
Anonymous said:
wtf? you're just completely wrong. taylor and selena's friendship was strong BEFORE the nelena breakup AND after it. you ARE trying to make miley look bad, and it isn't working. gtfo.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:48 am
Anonymous said:
The first thing my mind wanders to a few days later as I wake up is something I’ve been dreading all summer.
School.
How can I show up at a new school with a baby inside of me? You don’t do that! You just DON’T. Everyone would label me a total loser/slut the minute I arrived. The only thing I could think of was to not go to school- either that, or not have the baby at all. But even just thinking about an abortion made me want to throw up. No, I didn’t want to keep or have this baby, but it would feel wrong taking away a life that hadn’t even started yet.
Which is why I decided to talk to my mom.
“Hey mom,” I said lightly as I entered the kitchen. She looked up from the newspaper and smiled at me.
“Morning, sweetie. How are you?” She asked as I sat down at the kitchen table. I took a deep breath.
“I…need to tell you something,” I began, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. No, not now, I pleaded with myself. The nausea settled, and I continued.
“Well, um, I’m…uh, I’m pregnant.” I blurted quickly. My mom’s eyes narrowed and she grabbed onto the edges of table, her face turning white.
“What?!” She hissed. I took her hand as she sat upright again, her face returning to its normal color.
“I said, I’m pregnant. As in, I’m having a baby. Maybe not actually having it. I don’t know. That’s why I came to talk to you.”
Her forehead creased with worry. “A baby! Who’s the father? And how long ago did this happen? You should have told me sooner!”
I smiled reassuringly at her. “It’s Nate McArthur. The boy who lives across the street? And trust me, it was very….recent. Maybe a week and a half ago? I’m not sure.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “Did he hurt you?”
“What? Mom, no! Of course not!” I shrieked. “I love Nate, and he loves me. He would NEVER try to hurt me!”
My mom breathes in relief. “Well, that’s good.” Then, she glares at me. “But a baby? Mitchie, sweetheart, what in the world were you thinking?!”
“I was thinking that Nate and I were in love. We didn’t mean for this to happen,” I explain quietly. She brushes my hair out of face lovingly and looks me straight in the eye.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:49 am
Anonymous said:
They wernt as close till after that dinner.
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what 'dinner'? taylor and selena have been friends for a year now, miley had nothing to do with it.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:49 am
Anonymous said:
Oh please.
Leave him alone
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:49 am
Anonymous said:
I’m not angry,” she admitted. “Just disappointed. But…it’s already happened. You said you wanted to ask me something? About…this?” She gestures to my stomach, which is hardly showing at all. I nod and swallow nervously.
“I was wondering what you would think…if I got an abortion?” I ask. She smiles softly.
“I think,” she rubs my back soothingly, “That if that’s what you want, we’ll do it. I’ll have to make a few phone calls…” She stands up. “Whatever you think is the best thing to do.”
“This is it.” I agree, standing up as well. “But…how about we wait to tell Nate. Would that be okay?”
My mom ponders this. “You’ll have to tell him eventually. But for now, yes. That’s fine.”
I throw my arms around her happily. “You’re the best mom in the world.” My stomach gurgles as I say this. My mom laughs when she sees me turn a slight shade of green.
“I am,” she says.
Then I run into the bathroom and throw up.
Another day flies by. My mom spends the hours by calling different offices, seeing if we can make an appointment. Finally, after endless moments of talking and begging, she books me to go in to Crestside Abortion Center (A/N: I have no clue what they call these places. Forgive me for making up this lame name!) for three days later.
For some reason, I am ecstatic. I don’t have to have a baby. I don’t need to become a teenage mom. I can get rid of this child and get on with my life.
Of course, as my mom and I climb into the car the day of the appointment, Nate shows up.
“Mitch, where are you going?” He asks, greeting me with a kiss. I look down.
“Um…an appointment,” I stutter. He looks at me, confused.
“For what?”
I struggle to come up with an excuse. “Doctor,” I lie. He stares at me like he knows something up.
“Seriously, Mitchie. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I lie again and attempt to get in the car. He stops me.
“Tell me the truth.”
I gaze up at his hurt expression. I hate lying to him. It makes me want to kill myself, seeing his eyes so dreary and his face so pained. I grab his hand.
“Get in the car.”
“What? Why?”
I grin at him. “You wanted the truth. Come on.”
We pull up to a white stucco building about fifteen minutes later. I hurry Nate inside before has a chance to read the sign. Luckily, no other girls are waiting in the lobby. I walk up to the front desk and give the receptionist my name as my mom and Nate sit down patiently.
“Mitch, where are we?”
I shrug and that’s when the doctor walks in.
“Mitchie Torres?”
I stand up. “That’s me.”
“Right this way.” He escorts me down a long hallway into a little room. There’s a small bed covered in white paper and tools everywhere- and I mean EVERYWHERE. On the counter, on the chair, on the floor. I ignore the bad feeling in my stomach and lay down.
“This won’t take very long,” he says, calling in a nurse, “Seeing as you’re not very far along yet.” I nod weakly and he sticks a needle into the side of my leg. I become drowsy and quickly fall unconscious, just waiting for the pain to be over.
Please review!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:49 am
Anonymous said:
no dont do that, he didnt say shit and probably doesnt even give a fuck about it
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:49 am
Anonymous said:
LOL this is so funny! .. Why is Justin up on here? =\ .. im really confused.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:50 am
Anonymous said:
YOU DID WHAT???????????????”
Nate usually calm expression is angry and full of hatred. I stand my ground and look him straight in the eye.
“The baby,” I say smoothly, “is gone.”
Nate’s eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. “So THAT’S what this place is? An abortion center?” He leans in and whispers, “does your mom know?”
I remain still. “Yes.”
He slumps back into a chair and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “You could’ve told me,” he says quietly.
I nod meekly. “I know.”
We don’t say another word as the three of us- Nate, Mom, and me- climb into the car. We drive-through McDonald’s on the way home, and the only words that are spoken are if we want fries with our burgers. We order, but I don’t take a single bite. When I look over at Nate, he’s staring at the window, consumed in his thoughts. Just looking at him makes me automatically bring a hand to my stomach to feel it. Nothing. I sigh and lean back against the seat, waiting for the awkward trip to be over. The car finally pulls up in front of my house, and Nate mumbles “Thanks” before quickly running across the street to his own home.
“Honey, he’ll come to his senses. Don’t worry.” My mom wraps her arms around me as we walk up to our front door.
“But he won’t. Nate doesn’t get over stuff easily, mom.” My eyes well up and I swiftly take the stairs two at a time until I reach my room. I slam my door and fall face first onto my bed, bursting into sobs. My mom doesn’t bother me the rest of the night.
Kevin Jonas and fiancee Danielle Deleasa celebrate their engagement at their favorite pizza parlor in Los Angeles on Friday night (July 3).
The newly engaged couple was joined by 30 of their closest friends and family including the other Jonas Brothers, Joe and Nick.
On Wednesday, Kevin proposed to Danielle at her doorstep in New Jersey with a diamond ring (3-carat solitaire cushion-cut diamond, surrounded by 210 round brilliant-cut pave diamonds).
Tim, post this stuff!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:51 am
Anonymous said:
Tim enjoys posting about gay men like himself.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:51 am
Anonymous said:
Nate doesn’t talk to me at all for the next three days. School is approaching closer and closer with every passing second. I go buy my school supplies one day, and the next my mom takes me to the mall to get some new clothes. It feels like I haven’t smiled in ages. I’m nothing without Nate. If he doesn’t talk to me, I’ll show up at school without anyone to walk with, or sit at lunch with. It will be torture. So finally, five days after our fight, I take matters into my own hands and walk across the street to Nate’s house.
I ring the doorbell several times, but he doesn’t answer. I know he’s home- I’ve been waiting to see if he’ll come over for the past few days. He hasn’t left the house. I stroll around the corner and unlatch the gate to get in the backyard before wandering over to the tree that stands in front of Nate’s window. I jump up and grab a branch and pull myself up until I’m sitting a couple feet from the opening. I latch my leg over the next branch, and the next, until I’m sitting on the front in front of Nate’s window. I watch while his back is turned as he pulls off his shirt and puts on a fresh one. I can’t help but stare at him. He’s so perfect. I need him in my life. He’s crucial to my survival. Crucial.
I lightly tap on the window and he spins around, startled. Our eyes meet, but he doesn’t move. I keep his gaze for the next few minutes, neither of us moving. He takes a single step forward, and for a moment I think he might open the window, tell me he’s sorry. That everything will be okay. Instead, his lip trembles as he reaches out and pulls the blinds closed in front of me. I sit in shock, my entire body shaking. How could he do this to me? This wasn’t right.
By the time I’m back in my room, I can hardly feel my own two feet. I kick off my shoes and crawl into bed, taking my phone with me. One last try, I decide, my fingers clicking across the keys.
I’M SORRY. WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?
I’m about to hit send when I decide to add something else.
I LOVE YOU.
I send the message and lay in bed, praying for a reply. The sun sets, and by midnight, there’s still no answer. I hug the covers around my body when my phone finally buzzes next to my head.
I CAN’T DO THIS, it says. GOODBYE.
I feel frozen to the bone. It’s really over, I realize. Nate doesn’t care about me.
My eyes are about to flutter shut when I receive one last message.
I LOVE YOU, TOO.
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Two days later, school starts. The first three weeks whiz by in a blur of kids, teachers, and homework. I eat alone everyday. I don’t even bother to try and look for Nate anymore. He doesn’t look for me.
Occasionally, I pass him in the hall. He seems to stare right through me, as if I’m not even there.
He made the football team. And won Class President. I even voted for him, although that sounds totally pathetic and dumb. Why vote for a guy who treats you like shit?
I wasn’t going to, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just scribbled a check next to his name and put it in the box.
One day, though, I asked to be excused from class to use the bathroom. With my head down and hood on, I shuffled through the hall to the bathroom, staring at my feet. That’s why I accidentally bumped into him. Startled, I looked up and was met with his intense gaze.
“Mitchie,” my name rolls of his tongue with a new sound of confidence he didn’t have before. It takes all of my self preservation not to wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck.
“Hey, Nate.” I mutter. We stay there a moment, just staring at each other, before he says:
“Well, I gotta go. I told Coach that I’d deliver these papers to the office.” He explains. I glance at the stack of papers in his hands.
“Oh. Uh, bye.” I resume my fast pace so I don’t have to look at him anymore, but he grabs my wrist.
“Mitchie?”
I turn around slowly. “Yeah?”
The corners of his lips turn upward slightly, almost into a smile. “You should’ve been class president.”
He strolls of, leaving me standing there in shock. I manage to yell, “I didn’t even run!”
He doesn’t turn around, but I can hear him say something as he rounds the corner.
“In my mind, you did.”
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next parts my last
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:52 am
Anonymous said:
Sometimes, you can’t find the words to say.
You’ll be feeling something so strong, an undeniable emotion, and you can’t find the words to describe it. For me, apologizing is one of those feelings.
I couldn’t just go up to Nate and mutter, “I’m sorry.” That’s pathetic. And besides, I didn’t do anything. He’s the one who broke my heart for getting rid of something that was going to ruin our lives. I did the right thing; at least, I was pretty sure I did. So each day, whenever he passed me in the halls, I couldn’t get up the guts to do it. So I went on living my life in my own little bubble.
Little did I know, things might have been going to change.
“Mitchie! Are you almost ready?” My mom yelled up the staircase. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before emerging from my bedroom and descending the staircase. I couldn’t even describe the look on my mom’s face. It was a mixture of shock and amazement, as far as I could tell. Her mouth dropped open, but eventually curled up into a smile as I came over next to her.
“Honey, you look beautiful!” She cried, hugging me. I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.
“Thanks mom,” I murmured. She pulled back and looked at me one last time.
“You don’t need a date. You’ll capture hearts even if you’re by yourself,” she encouraged, opening the front door for me. We got into her car and she drove me to the school quickly, a grin plastered on her face the whole time. By the time she pulled up at the hotel where prom was being held, the parking lot was crowded with limos and excited students. I couldn’t help but notice how plain and dumb I looked getting out of my mom’s car as I scanned the grounds. I waved goodbye to my mom and clutched my bag to my chest tightly, my stomach doing flip-flops as I walked inside. I handed the boy at the door my ticket and walked inside.
It was amazing. A huge chandelier hung in the middle of the room, sparkling. You would’ve thought it looked too fancy, but it wasn’t. Streamers cascaded down the walls, giving the room a birthday party feel. The DJ was busy spinning “Just Dance” by Lady GaGa as I walked over to a chair on the far end of the room and sat down. I had nobody to dance with as I simply examined the crowd. I saw Nick’s ex-girlfriend, Miley Stewart, laughing with her friends in one corner and I noticed that Cam had showed up as well. He was dancing with a girl who looked briefly familiar. He looked over at me and I waved. He waved back and led his date over to where I was sitting.
“Hey, Mitchie,” he greeted warmly. “This is my girlfriend, Caitlin Gellar.”
The girl grinned at me. “I love your dress!” She squeaked. I giggled nervously.
“Thanks,” I said quietly. She grabbed my wrist cheerfully.
“Come on, let’s go dance!”
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:53 am
Anonymous said:
She dragged me onto the dance floor just as the song switched to “Candle” by the White Tie Affair. Caitlin and I twirled around for awhile, laughing and giggling as we spun around in the crowd. As the song dragged into a slow ballad, I waved goodbye to Caitlin and made my way over to the refreshment table. I poured myself some punch and went to sit down, enjoying the break from all of the people. Just as I looked over to the door, I watched Nate come in with his friends. He looked bored, almost, as they went over to a table and sat down. He put his head in his hands and his gaze wandered around the room until it fell upon me. I instantly looked down and tried to make myself invisible, but he saw me and walked over.
“Mitch,” he said, sitting down next to me. I flushed a bright red.
“Nate,” I squeaked, wishing I wasn’t so embarrassed. His breath caught in his throat.
“You look…amazing,” he whispered. I looked up and smiled meekly.
“Thanks. You do, too,” I added for good measure. He stood up and reached a hand out to me.
“Wanna dance?”
I nodded slightly as he led me out to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he place his hands on my waist. We swayed slowly for awhile, not meeting each other’s eyes. I didn’t look up until a new song came on.
Lying in my bed I hear the
Clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
“How have you been?” Nate asks quietly. I bite my lip.
“Lonely,” I admit. His lips curl up slightly into a grin.
“Me too.”
I stare up at him. “You? Lonely? Football captain, class president…lonely?”
He barely does more than nod. “It’s weird without you, Mitch.”
Gah, there he goes again. Trying to win me back. But wasn’t he the one who left me in the first place? Because of some BABY that was partly his fault?
“Don’t say that,” I pleaded. He placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking straight at him.
“Why not?” He asked in a low voice. I shook my head frantically and spun around, planning my escape.
You say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
His wrist catches mine as he stops me.
“Mitchie, wait.”
I slowly turn around, my eyes stinging with tears.
“What, Nate? You ignore me for a year and now you want me back? Love doesn’t work that way.” I say softly, yanking my arm away from his. I quickly start to walk towards the door, and once I make it outside the hotel, I begin to run. I don’t know where to, but I just run and run. Pieces of hair fall from my updo that took three hours to complete. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and my mascara is running as the wind blows against me. I hear footsteps pounding behind me, but I don’t stop. I haven’t made it very far when he grabs me from behind and pulls me back to him. My back is turned and against his chest as I stare out into the warm night air. He brings his arms around my front until his fingers are interlocked with mine.
“What are you doing to yourself, Mitchie?” He murmurs into my hair. I blink once, but don’t say anything. He brings my hand, which is in his, up to his lips and kisses it.
“Please, all I’m asking you to do is listen to me.”
I stop thinking for a second and stare back at the hotel. I watch the kids coming in and out of my Junior prom, laughing and having a great time. Suddenly, I realize what I’ve missed out on. Having friends, dating boys, going to football games. I’ve completely missed out on my high school experience. All because of some stupid fight I had with some guy I met over the summer! Nate rubs his thumb around the palm of my hand. I can hear him breathing into my hair- it’s soft and low, as if he’s thinking about something too. I turn around slowly and brush a curl out of his face.
“I’m listening,” I whisper. He cups my face with his hand and leans down, covering my mouth with his. I can smell his cologne as we kiss, the same cologne he wore over the summer. I smile against his lips and kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. This was how prom was supposed to happen. My mom was right. I was going to capture hearts tonight. But she did forget one thing:
How somebody would capture mine.
If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you and be waiting
Time after time
Sometimes, you just have to give your love to someone. Even if you’re not sure they’re going to love you back. Love is all about taking chances, no matter what the outcome. Yes, your heart may get broken, and at times you might feel like nothing is worth that amount of pain. But you have to keep trying. If you live your life feeling lonely, you’ll never discover the things you can do if you do have someone to love. Take a risk. Give your heart to someone. If they take it, then great. And if not, try again. Eventually you will find someone who loves you back. All you half do is…
Give, and take.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:53 am
Anonymous said:
here we go Justin is getting his Fame. Hes slowly gonna get more famous now if people keep commenting and talking about it and how they hate him. i mean haters are the people that make people more popular!
lol he ain't getting fame honey. he's just a laughingstock.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:56 am
Anonymous said:
I have the overwhelming urge to punch him. He's so obnoxious.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:56 am
Anonymous said:
lmao!
Ding dong .. Timmy??
Where are you?!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 09:58 am
Anonymous said:
course not, the people article said that they fought all the time and that there really wasn't any "love" left in the relationship. it's just the miley haters who pretend that miley suddenly ditched him for nick, whereas all sane people can see that it was a very gradual thing. and i for one am very glad it happened.
"We've always said that anything that we do would be a side project. We're brothers you can't really break up brothers so IT'S JUST A SIDE PROJECT AND MAYBE THAT AND SOME ACTING PROJECTS IN THE FUTURE. right now we're just focused on the tour that we're on as the Jonas Brothers"
oh and this gaston guy is so pathetic, i have no words for it
Well well well. Look who’s in love! There’s just a little peck on the cheek, not a full-blown kiss, but MAN is there a lot of sexual tension. On behalf of Justin Gaston, I would just like to say: “Ouch.”
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:02 am
Anonymous said:
Yeah, Miley Tweeted a long time ago saying we will both smile again and all this other stuff .. like after she broke up with Justin. Who cares anyway? its Mileys choice .. if she wants to break up with him or not. Its not like shes gonna listen to anyone else. Its her life!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:02 am
Anonymous said:
And if could be anyone/thing other than Justin Gaston?
"One of those little lapdogs that gets petted all day," he says. "You know, they wake up, get fed, get attention. I like attention. I'd like to be one of those little dogs. Is that weird?"
WEIRDO!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:02 am
Anonymous said:
lmao
dumped for a 5'7" sixteen-year-old boy with a purity ring
OUCH indeed
Well well well. Look who’s in love! There’s just a little peck on the cheek, not a full-blown kiss, but MAN is there a lot of sexual tension. On behalf of Justin Gaston, I would just like to say: “Ouch.”
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"MAN is there a lot of sexual tension."
is a FACT!
they have a lot of sexual tension!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:14 am
Anonymous said:
wow 537 comments for this? .. you have got to be joking!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:29 am
carla said:
Shut up people. He is just a guy who got heart broken by that stupid bitch MileY!
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:32 am
Anonymous said:
He looks at me, an amused expression on his face. I give him a questioning look, and he chuckles. He stands up and pulls his T-shirt over his his head, exposing his perfectly toned stomach. I look down.
“What are you doing?”
He takes my arm and helps me up.
“This.”
He picks me up, cradling me baby-style, and takes a few steps backward. Oh god.
“Nate….”
“CANNON BALL!”
He sprints across the pool deck and leaps into the pool with me in his arms. We plunge beneath the silky surface of the water and a burst of bubbles escapes from my lips as I surface for air.
“Naaaate!” I giggle, and he emerges from under and spits a stream of water at me.
“What? I warned you.”
We both laugh as we bob up and down in the water. It’s probably at least two right now. Oh well. Like it matters!
“Hey Mitchie?” Nate stops laughing. I glance at him.
“Yeah?”
He looks away. “Would you care…if I did this?”
Slowly, he swims closer to me so his face is just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as he slowly leans in and presses his lips to mine. I gently loosen up and start to kiss him back. He deepens the kiss and starts exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Wow. I never kissed Shane like this. Ever. And it’s…amazing.
Nate pulls away and looks me in the eye.
“Better than Shane?” He asks.
I smile. “Defenitley better than Shane.”
I grab him and begin to kiss him again, this time not as hesitant. Our legs intertwine underwater, and I think of how perfect the moment is.
I never want it to end.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:37 am
Anonymous said:
go shave your back, bitch
Jul 4, 2009 @ 11:13 am
shaCHEER11 said:
WOW justin quoting a john mayer song... nice dude
Jul 4, 2009 @ 11:50 am
Anonymous said:
lmao
dumped for a 5'7" sixteen-year-old boy with a purity ring
OUCH indeed
but seriously
nick > this tool
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nick may be younger but he sure is a lot smarterjustin had the mind of a 7 year old their was no competition
Jul 4, 2009 @ 12:16 pm
lynndraaaax3 said:
those are probably some of the gayest pictures i have ever seen. haha
Jul 4, 2009 @ 12:21 pm
Tru faxx said:
Can you PLEASE stop with the shitty fanfic spamming. It's not even good.
My theory is that Billy Ray has/had a crush on Justin and they were doing stufftogether and since Billy loved Wusty soo much he wanted him to get his fifteen minutes. He made Miley go out with him. Remember like the first time we saw him he was on the Ed hardy runway and COINCOINCIDENTALLY Miley was front row licking her lips (hello can u say fake)
and then we heard the rumors of Billy wanting miley and Justin to stay together because e loves wusty so much he wants to keep him famous or else Wusty won't give Billy blow jobs anymore.
Time will tell (I am sure jstin will sell out and do some sort of Miley tell all interview or book) an my theory will be proven correct.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 12:47 pm
Anonymous said:
My theory is that Billy Ray has/had a crush on Justin and they were doing stufftogether and since Billy loved Wusty soo much he wanted him to get his fifteen minutes. He made Miley go out with him. Remember like the first time we saw him he was on the Ed hardy runway and COINCOINCIDENTALLY Miley was front row licking her lips (hello can u say fake)
and then we heard the rumors of Billy wanting miley and Justin to stay together because e loves wusty so much he wants to keep him famous or else Wusty won't give Billy blow jobs anymore.
Time will tell (I am sure jstin will sell out and do some sort of Miley tell all interview or book) an my theory will be proven correct.
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I SECOND THIS IDEA
Jul 4, 2009 @ 01:48 pm
fran said:
miley dosent desvere u she only used u to get back with nick but youl find a great girl someday the nice preaty and cool everything mi.ley doesnt have
Jul 4, 2009 @ 01:54 pm
Anonymous said:
I already asked him about a "tell all book" on twitter and he tweeted
back about two hours later that "you never burn your bridges". Now,
I have no proof that that answer was in response to my tweet, but it
is very possible. He is NOT the "ambitious" type and I don't suspect we
will be seeing any tell-all out of him. Least, I hope not. He can sit
and say anything he wants and then it's he-said, she-said etc.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 03:01 pm
Anonymous said:
AHH THE LAST PSALM!
HER MOVIE
THE LAST SONG
AHAHAH<3 LIFE
Jul 4, 2009 @ 03:14 pm
MonicaAyesha said:
he's an awesome singer,
and that's all i care about tbh,
i don't care if he's not with miley anymore or whatever,
i really feel this man's pain and you can try to justify it all you want but miley did kinda of treat this guy bad and i understand why would you break someone's heart if you know how it feels?
that's why i don't think her and nick are going to last because at the end of the day we have to pay for the things we've done and it doesn't matter if they are in love or not that doesn't mean karma isn't gonna come and bite them back
so you can be happy all you want and say he is a famewhore or w/e but if he was i am pretty sure he would have said something by now
he has feelings too and he's human and feels pain too
how would feel if somebody did that to you? not good
so just because you guys are happy that she left him cuz you want niley so bad doesn't mean it was right what she did and you know it's not
Jul 4, 2009 @ 07:57 pm
Anonymous said:
the last song :]
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:03 pm
Anonymous said:
I FUCKING HATE MILEY CYRUS
HER LATEST TWEET IS ABOUT THIS FAMEWHORE.
LIKE WTF? YOU ALREADY HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND STILL VENTING ABOUT YOUR EX? SERIOUSLY?
I FEEL SORRY FOR NICK JONAS.
Jul 4, 2009 @ 10:26 pm
Anonymous said:
lolz at whoever posted that photoshopped twilight pic.
joe kind of creepily makes a good edward.
sometimes his eyes look almost golden....haha.
and ffs, chill out, it's just john mayer lyrics.
slow dancing in a burning room is my fave song. i tweet lyrics from it all the time, doesn't mean i'm hurting from a breakup.
Jul 5, 2009 @ 12:37 am
Anonymous said:
HE'S WAS SO CUTE AS CHILD
Jul 5, 2009 @ 01:29 am
Anonymous said:
ok he's like mourning over a 16 year old that dumped him
that's pretty disgusting he's 20 for crying out loud
Jul 5, 2009 @ 03:38 am
Anonymous said:
justin is acting like he never will find another girl,
well it might be true because who would want to go out with someone who is 20 something and dated a 16 year old when she was 15 at first, geez i know i wouldnt
Jul 5, 2009 @ 04:25 am
MK said:
Seriously, he dated Miley to get Fame. By giving him this page you are supporting his rise to Fame. So you are pretty much rewarding him for using Miley. I would take this page down...
Jul 5, 2009 @ 05:05 am
Anonymous said:
he is such a fucking freak. famewhore.
Jul 5, 2009 @ 02:55 pm
Anonymous said:
That lyric is from Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by John Mayer
Jul 5, 2009 @ 05:34 pm
fjksdfsd. said:
I'll date you Justin :] He's so sweet and cute.
Jul 6, 2009 @ 04:32 am
penny said:
HE looks so retarded. Guys his age don't talk that way. I have a feeling he is gay.
Jul 6, 2009 @ 09:14 am
Anonymous said:
WTF?!?! 1, wtf is he doing on here? 2, wtf is he DOING?! He looks like a gay rod in those pics!
Jul 6, 2009 @ 10:27 am
Anonymous said:
why didnt any one call the police when they where dating???lol
Jul 7, 2009 @ 08:23 am
Ashley said:
wow he is sooooooooooooooooooooo gay and just patheic he just go get a life
Niley is now and FOREVER
Jul 7, 2009 @ 10:56 am
Anonymous said:
its funny how you all you haters say you dont like him ETC. but here you sit and spend your time on here just to talk about him n bash him, if you really didnt care you wouldnt say anything
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Nick is rumored to be reunited with former flame Miley Cyrus,
This really proves nelena.
...You'll post about an irrelevant famewhore but not Kevin and Danielle? Wow.
LMFAO, yeah ... by saying that Miley & Nick are dating?. Dude WTF!?
Its a commenter who said that.
I can leave a fucking comment there and say that
nick took a flight to georgia after that night.
and he will spend time with miley july 4th
and everyone will believe .
GOD some people are really just stupid
--
some people are very sad.
jared >>> timmy
I miss nelena
Nick is rumored to be reunited with former flame Miley Cyrus,
This really proves nelena.
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i know.
lmao
wtf this shit has been up for four hours! tim where are you, no one cares about this loser, post kanielle pics!
After half an hour of a grueling walk (I’m used to skateboarding- what else can I say?) Nate and I finally arrive at the mall. He makes a disgusted face as we walk in and see all the preppy blonde girls in leather miniskirts and tight tank-tops, and I just sigh and say, “Get used it.”
We start at Hot Topic. Nate says he wants some new T-shirts, so I just browse around and look at all the cool stuff on the walls. Some of the quotes on the clothes are great, but others are stupid and corny. “I was born hot,” one says. Ugh. I shake my head and head back to the dressing rooms to wait for Nate. Sitting down on one of the splatter-black-painted benches, I pull out my cellphone and am about to check for messages when the dressing room door opens.
“Hey, what about-“ Nate starts to say, but stops when he notices something in the store entrance. I’m confused.
“What?” I ask. He doesn’t say anything, but just grabs me and yanks me into the dressing room with him, the door banging shut just as he pulls me all the way through. “What the hell?” I whisper-cry. He looks scared to death.
“Ex-girlfriend,” he breathes shakily, “It’s a long story.”
I nod, and we wait in the dressing room for a few minutes before he is sure that the girl is gone and reaches to open the door.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing his arm. He stops.
“Yeah?”
I smirk. “Why’d you pull me in here too? She doesn’t know who I am, or that I’m with you. You coulda just left me out there.”
Nate looks dumbfounded and helpless. Ha. I knew it.
“You did it on purpose.”
He shakes his head feverishly. “No! No, no I didn’t. I didn’t.”
“Yeah, right.” I mutter, smiling. He smiles back, and I realize that we really are friends.
At least, for now.
--
Aside from Hot Topic, there’s not much in the local mall worth shopping in. We stop at Vans and I get a new pair, but that’s pretty much it. On our way out, I ask if he wants to stop and eat.
“Sure,” Nate replies. We head just down the road to Pink Berry and get some frozen yogurt. Just as we’re sitting down, my phone buzzes.
jared >>> timmy
--
all the way, dude!
go see a therapist.
IKR? Oceanup is so low now.
fuck you TIM
well, you need help.
ASAP!
HEY, it says, WE NEED TO TALK. CALL ME. XOXO SHANE
My breath catches in my throat and I exhale sharply. My sudden mood-change registers with Nate and he asks,
“What’s wrong?”
My hands, white as snow and clammy as, well, clams, shake madly as I hold up the phone for him to read.
“Who the fuck is Shane?” He chuckles, but when he sees how pissed off I am, stops.
“Ex-boyfriend.” I say quietly. “’It’s a long story.’”
My lame attempt at humor as I quote Nate’s earlier words falls flat. We sit in silence, and after awhile, I rise up out of my seat and grab my bags.
“We should get going. Mom’s probably wondering where I am.”
Nate gives me a sly look and stands up as well. “Didn’t you get the memo? When you hang with Nate McArthur, there is no curfew.”
He leads me outside, down the street, around corners and through allies, until we reach a small, quaint suburb on the opposite side of town. Quaint? Yeah, right. I spoke to soon. There is a block-party going in full swing, but this isn’t your neighborhood get together. Coolers full of beer sit off to the side on the burb, and I swear, every other person I see has a cigarette on hand.
“Nate…I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He smirks. “It’s fine,” he breathes, “Just stay by me. What happened to Miss I’m-To-Tough-For-You attitude, huh?”
I roll my eyes as he leads me over to one of the bright red coolers. He pulls out to beers and hands me one. I grab it, crack open the lid, and take a swig. It tastes stale and musty, but I gulp down another sip. I promise myself I won’t drink too much, but apparently Nate doesn’t have the same self-preservance. He chokes down the entire can and grabs another.
“Nate, are you okay?” I ask, concerned.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I’m fine.” There goes the second can. Onto number three.
“Seriously, you’re drinking a lot…” I muster. He nods.
“I know. Just one more drink.”
Or three or four?
--
“I warned, you Nate.” I tell him. Three hours later, it’s about midnight. I’m sitting on the curb, and Nate is laying next to me, his head in my lap.
“I know.” He grunts, and leans over to throw up once more.
“That’s gross.” I look away. He wipes his mouth and smiles softly.
“Yup.”
In the next ten minutes, he throws up three more times. Every time I see his face go sour, I turn the opposite direction and wait until I can’t hear the coughing and gagging anymore. So this is what it’s like to be drunk, I wonder, won’t be trying that anytime soon.
He rests his head back on my legs and closes his eyes. I shake my head. Great. Now he’s going to fall asleep. But instead of objecting, I just stroke his hair and let him rest. That’s what friends are for, right?
I’m pretty close to dozing off when my phone buzzes again. I sigh, and check it.
I MISS YOU. PLEASE CALL ME. –SHANE
Ugh. Why won’t the jerk leave me alone? I turn off my phone and shove it back in my pocket. Helping him stand as gently as possible, I guide Nate up and wrap his arm around my shoulder.
“Think you’ll be able to make it home?” I ask him.
He groans a small, “Yes.” And we begin the long trek back in the dark.
“Mitchie?” He murmurs a few minutes later. I look over at him in surprise.
“Yeah?” I reply. He seems to recall something.
“You know that guy who texted you earlier?”
I nod.
“Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em.”
He leans back into my shoulder so that I’m carrying most of his weight.
I laugh quietly to myself.
I LOVE the Jonas Brothers.
I think Danielle and Kevin are a PERFECT match.
I like Selena. And i like Demi.
I like Miley aswell. And Taylor.
I just think think Miley wanted to break Selena and Demi up because she introduced Taylor to Selena straight after Selena and Nick broke up. Then Miley got closer to Demi and we all know that Demi is really tight with the Jonas Brothers, Miley got what she wanted and is now with Nick, she doesnt talk to Demi as much as she used too. And now Demi and Selena dont really talk much at all! Taylor is getting more successful because she knows what she is doing.
Get my point? .. Still i love all of them.
Justin is boring. I dont even know why he is on OceanUp. =] .. i dont even know why Miley dated him!
We must rebel against TIMMY THE KIDDO.
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I never want to see his face again. oceanUP, he's out of Miley's life, and thus is no longer relevant. Please stop posting about him.
taylor met selena when her and joe were dating
Jesus, Justin is so GAY.
Get over yourself, you're a MAN, she's an obnoxious 16 year old girl.
Get a job man.
POST MORE
or give the link to where I can read the whole story 
uh
miley did not introduce selena to taylor. they met while taylor was with joe and selena was with nick.
LOL YOU ARE SO FUNNY ABOUT SELENA WITH THE PICKLE LOLOLOLOLO
tweet tim and tell him to get this fucker out of this site
HEY, it says, WE NEED TO TALK. CALL ME. XOXO SHANE
My breath catches in my throat and I exhale sharply. My sudden mood-change registers with Nate and he asks,
“What’s wrong?”
My hands, white as snow and clammy as, well, clams, shake madly as I hold up the phone for him to read.
“Who the fuck is Shane?” He chuckles, but when he sees how pissed off I am, stops.
“Ex-boyfriend.” I say quietly. “’It’s a long story.’”
My lame attempt at humor as I quote Nate’s earlier words falls flat. We sit in silence, and after awhile, I rise up out of my seat and grab my bags.
“We should get going. Mom’s probably wondering where I am.”
Nate gives me a sly look and stands up as well. “Didn’t you get the memo? When you hang with Nate McArthur, there is no curfew.”
He leads me outside, down the street, around corners and through allies, until we reach a small, quaint suburb on the opposite side of town. Quaint? Yeah, right. I spoke to soon. There is a block-party going in full swing, but this isn’t your neighborhood get together. Coolers full of beer sit off to the side on the burb, and I swear, every other person I see has a cigarette on hand.
“Nate…I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He smirks. “It’s fine,” he breathes, “Just stay by me. What happened to Miss I’m-To-Tough-For-You attitude, huh?”
I roll my eyes as he leads me over to one of the bright red coolers. He pulls out to beers and hands me one. I grab it, crack open the lid, and take a swig. It tastes stale and musty, but I gulp down another sip. I promise myself I won’t drink too much, but apparently Nate doesn’t have the same self-preservance. He chokes down the entire can and grabs another.
“Nate, are you okay?” I ask, concerned.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I’m fine.” There goes the second can. Onto number three.
“Seriously, you’re drinking a lot…” I muster. He nods.
“I know. Just one more drink.”
Or three or four?
--
“I warned, you Nate.” I tell him. Three hours later, it’s about midnight. I’m sitting on the curb, and Nate is laying next to me, his head in my lap.
“I know.” He grunts, and leans over to throw up once more.
“That’s gross.” I look away. He wipes his mouth and smiles softly.
“Yup.”
In the next ten minutes, he throws up three more times. Every time I see his face go sour, I turn the opposite direction and wait until I can’t hear the coughing and gagging anymore. So this is what it’s like to be drunk, I wonder, won’t be trying that anytime soon.
He rests his head back on my legs and closes his eyes. I shake my head. Great. Now he’s going to fall asleep. But instead of objecting, I just stroke his hair and let him rest. That’s what friends are for, right?
I’m pretty close to dozing off when my phone buzzes again. I sigh, and check it.
I MISS YOU. PLEASE CALL ME. –SHANE
Ugh. Why won’t the jerk leave me alone? I turn off my phone and shove it back in my pocket. Helping him stand as gently as possible, I guide Nate up and wrap his arm around my shoulder.
“Think you’ll be able to make it home?” I ask him.
He groans a small, “Yes.” And we begin the long trek back in the dark.
“Mitchie?” He murmurs a few minutes later. I look over at him in surprise.
“Yeah?” I reply. He seems to recall something.
“You know that guy who texted you earlier?”
I nod.
“Fuck ‘em. Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em.”
He leans back into my shoulder so that I’m carrying most of his weight.
I laugh quietly to myself.
Lately, I’ve noticed that Nate has a habit of making me take care of him.
After carrying him home that time when he got drunk, I also had to go pick him up from his friend’s place (where he had gotten totally high, mind you), pat his back while he threw up after drinking a bottle of solid tequila, wait for him to fall asleep after some guy gave him a black eye, and I even had to grab the steering wheel when he almost drove into a 2,000 ton cement truck. Talk about annoying.
So now, here I am, a month later, sitting at the bus stop with Nate by my side, his head in his hands. Drugs, no doubt. But I don’t mention it. I just let him sit there, even when the bus comes and the driver honks the horn. We sit there for hours, and I’m pretty sure it’s about seven by the time we finally stand up and begin the long walk home.
“Mitchie…I feel…awful….” Nate grumbles, swerving from side to side as we walk.
“I know. Once we get home, you can rest-“
“No, I mean about…you…always helping me….” He looks up. “Thank you.”
I shrug. “It’s fine, Nate.”
He finally snaps out of his drugged faze. “But it’s not! I don’t deserve to have you around, Mitch. You’re way too nice to me, and you don’t even realize it.”
“Nate, don’t worry about it, seriously….” I start. I really don’t wanna talk about this right now. Not when Nate’s half asleep.
“That’s not all. I’ve gotten you out of trouble, what, once? And you just keep saving me, time after time again. It pisses me off. Not you, me. I’m such an asshole. But you don’t even care.” He screams. I swear, the street turns completely silent. It feels like Nate and I are the only two people right now. The moment is frozen. And I want it to end right now before I do something I regret.
“Not now, Nate. Please.” I beg. I probably sound like a little kid, but I don’t care. Some kid wearing all black and taking a swig out of something in a paper bag is staring at us. Not a good sign. Defenitley not a good sign.
“What? I can’t even thank you?” Now his voice is quieter, but still loud enough to catch people’s attention. The guy in black is still staring…and it’s creeping me out.
“Let’s GO.” I grab Nate’s arm as hard as I can and at last he shuts up. We trudge along the side of the road, and I’ve almost forgotten about Nate’s outburst when I hear footsteps behind us.
“Shit.” I mutter, and pull Nate closer. He glances back out of the corner of his eye and his expression describes the exact word I just said: Shit.
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Just keep walking. Don’t look behind you.” Nate whispers, and we walk a bit faster. The footsteps speed up as we round the corner. My heart is practically jumping out of my chest and I can tell the person is getting closer as the sound grows louder. I start to panic.
“Nate, what do we do?” Louder. Closer. I want to cry so bad right now, it’s not even funny.
“I don’t know. I don’t-“
A hand grabs my shoulder.
I scream.
“Fuck, Mitchie, don’t freak me out like that!”
Oh, good god.
Is it? It can’t be…..
“Shane?”
He grins. “Mitch! I’ve missed ya!” He wraps his arms around me and embraces me brightly.
“Yeah, uh….” I bite my lip. “This is Nate. He’s my neighbor. Nate, this is-“
“So you’re Shane, huh?” A smirk dances across Nate’s lips. Crap. What is he going to do? “I hope you go-“
“So, Shane!” I say brightly, cutting Nate off purposely. He sends daggers in my direction, but I just turn around and ignore him. “How’ve ya been?”
“Lonely.” He admits. “Look, Mitchie, I’ve been thinking, and….”
“Oh, Mitchie! Look at the time. Shouldn’t we be going?” Nate tries to steer me away. I shake him off.
“Hey, what happened to ‘Nate McArthur has no curfew,’ huh?” I cross my arms over my chest, letting him know that I’m not fooled. He still doesn’t lay off, and gives me a look that says, The guy’s a jerk, why do you bother?
“Excuse me for a second,” I say to Shane, and drag Nate a few feet away. “What the hell is your problem?” I hiss. He chuckles.
“My problem? I’m not the one who’s about to get back with my ex-boyfriend who slept with my best friend.”
I flinch back. His words sting, and it’s pretty obvious. Tears well up in my eyes.
“How did you know about that?”
He shrugs. “Let’s just say that I know how to work a little something called the internet.”
I wipe my eyes. I’m not gonna let him win. “Oh, like you’re any better? That ex-girlfriend?” I tilt my head to the side. “Miley Stewart, huh?”
He grimaces. “How did you-“
I smirk. “The internet.”
We stand face to face for a moment, staring each other down. I glare deep into his eyes, and does the same thing to me. We’re in that moment again. Time is frozen. Except this time, the silence is broken.
“Whoa, are you guys okay?”
Ugh. Shane. I open my mouth to say something, but Nate beats me to it:
“Get lost.”
I gap like a dead fish. Did he just…wha…huh?
“WHAT did you just say?”
Nate straightens up, unusual, considering his regular hunched-over posture.
“I said, get lost. You don’t belong here,” he shrugs, “and besides, she could do a whole lot better.”
Shane’s face turns beet red and, if it was possible, there would probably be steam pouring out of his ears right now.
“Crap, Mitchie, you ditch me for THIS?” He glares at Nate like he would glare at a piece of garbage. “Whatever. I don’t need you anyway.” He spins on his heel and storms off, leaving Nate and I standing in the middle of the sidewalk. My jaw is still on the floor, and Nate is already walking again. I rush to keep up.
“Do you even KNOW what you just did?” I practically scream. He stares straight ahead, not making eye contact. Just like that day after the skate park.
“I was helping you.” He mumbles. “Just like you did to me.”
I stare at his profile, lit up by the full moon hanging in the sky. His curly hair hangs down over his eyes, and his jaw curves just slightly up at the end. Most people would probably find this weird. But I kind of…like it.
Slowly, I reach for his hand and slide my palm against his. Our fingers intertwine, and he gently squeezes my hand.
I smile softly as we continue the hike home. It’s been some night.
Oh, but it’s not over yet.
Not even close.
’Night.” Nate gives my hand another squeeze and crosses the street back to his house, and I watch as he skillfully works his way up a tree and onto the roof, across and behind into a window that is no doubt his bedroom. I laugh quietly and slip in the back door of my house, being careful not to wake my mom who is asleep on the couch. I creep up the stairs and finally make into my bedroom.
“Ahhhh.” I let out an exasperated sigh and fall back onto my bed, turning out the lights on my way. I expect to fall asleep immediately, but to my surprise, I can’t. My skin feels like it’s on fire, all tingly where Nate touched my hand. It’s strange. When Shane touched me the exact same way, I never felt anything this big. It just seemed so plain and normal with him. But with Nate…it’s different. I sort of knew it from the beginning- when I first saw him, I felt these automatic sparks. I don’t know how. All I know is that I like it. A lot.
All of a sudden, my phone buzzes. One in the morning- it can only be one person.
CAN U SLEEP?
Figures. Nate, obviously. I text him back.
SURPRISINGLY, NO.
He messages me back immediately.
COME OVER. THE BACK GATE’S OPEN.
I contemplate his offer, but my phone jumps again.
I’LL BE WAITING.
Without a second thought, I throw on my sweater and slip out the window. I carefully descend the wall and skip across the street over to Nate’s house. Sure enough, the back gate is unlocked. I latch it behind me and round the corner. There’s a HUGE swimming pool. The water sparkles and glistens in the moonlight, the shiny beams of light bouncing off it like a trampoline. I walk around to the edge and sit down, taking off my shoes and dipping my feet into the cool surface. I hear the back door slide open and closed behind me, and soon, Nate is by me with his feet in the water as well.
“Hey.” I say, splashing water at him gently with my foot. He smiles.
“Hey.”
We sit there for awhile. I can tell he’s still thinking about earlier- I am, too.
“Look, about earlier…” He starts to say. I cut him off.
“It’s fine! Believe me. I don’t care. It was just….a friendly gesture….”
He laughs awkwardly. “No, I mean about the whole Shane thing.”
I blush deeply. “Oh.”
“But that other….’friendly gesture..’” He looks at me. “….I meant it.”
This makes me blush even more. “Ummmm…thanks, I guess?”
“Why are you thanking me?” He asks. “Is it, like, a gift that I like you or something?”
I look out across the sparkling water. He likes me? “You like me?”
He bites his lip. “Well, yeah, I mean…..yeah, I do.”
For some reason, this comment makes me think of Shane, and my first Summer at Camp Rock. After Final Jam, when he admitted to liking me.
Flashback
“Mitchie…..” Shane smiles the most adoring smile at me. I flash one back.
“Yeah?”
He pauses for a moment. “I like you. A lot.”
I take his hand. “I like you too.”
He grins. “You do?”
“Yeah.”
He embraces me warmly and holds me tight, wrapping his arms around my back and stroking my hair. I kiss his cheek.
“You’re so great, Shane.” I tell him.
“Thanks.” He replies.
End Flashback
“Nate….” I stutter. “I mean, with Shane and all…I can’t….”
He looks hurt. Dissapointed, too. “It’s okay. I get it. Just breaking up and stuff. It’s hard, I know.”
“BUT,” I amend, and he perks up. “I think I might like you, too.”
“Even after everything?” He asks.
“Even after,” I nod.
He looks at me, an amused expression on his face. I give him a questioning look, and he chuckles. He stands up and pulls his T-shirt over his his head, exposing his perfectly toned stomach. I look down.
.
NO ONE CARES
NEW POST PLEASE
He looks at me, an amused expression on his face. I give him a questioning look, and he chuckles. He stands up and pulls his T-shirt over his his head, exposing his perfectly toned stomach. I look down.
“What are you doing?”
He takes my arm and helps me up.
“This.”
He picks me up, cradling me baby-style, and takes a few steps backward. Oh god.
“Nate….”
“CANNON BALL!”
He sprints across the pool deck and leaps into the pool with me in his arms. We plunge beneath the silky surface of the water and a burst of bubbles escapes from my lips as I surface for air.
“Naaaate!” I giggle, and he emerges from under and spits a stream of water at me.
“What? I warned you.”
We both laugh as we bob up and down in the water. It’s probably at least two right now. Oh well. Like it matters!
“Hey Mitchie?” Nate stops laughing. I glance at him.
“Yeah?”
He looks away. “Would you care…if I did this?”
Slowly, he swims closer to me so his face is just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as he slowly leans in and presses his lips to mine. I gently loosen up and start to kiss him back. He deepens the kiss and starts exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Wow. I never kissed Shane like this. Ever. And it’s…amazing.
Nate pulls away and looks me in the eye.
“Better than Shane?” He asks.
I smile. “Defenitley better than Shane.”
I grab him and begin to kiss him again, this time not as hesitant. Our legs intertwine underwater, and I think of how perfect the moment is.
I never want it to end.
I don’t remember much of what happened after that. I am vaguely aware that I was carried back to the shelter of my own room, too tired to walk alone. I’m pretty sure Nate kissed me lightly before exiting through my window and descending the wall, but I can’t be positive. All I know is that now that I’m awake, I wish I was still asleep.
“Miiiiiiiitchie!” My mom chirps, running over to me as I groggily stomp down the stairs after a lame five hours of sleep. Her face is bright and lit up, and for one split second I wonder if she’s high on something. Shaking the notion out of my head, I plaster a fake grin on my face.
“Yes, Mommy?”
She doesn’t catch on to my sarcasm. “Honey! Guess what?”
I tilt my head to the side and pretend to ponder her question. “What?!” I squeal at last, no idea why she’s so excited.
“HAPPY 16th BIRTHDAY!”
I freeze. My…birthday? It couldn’t be…not yet…….
“Whhhhat????”
She smiles. “It’s your birthday! You didn’t forget, did you?”
I smile half-heartedly. “N-no, of course not….”
My mom grins. “Good! Because I invited the McArthur’s over for dinner. Is that okay with you??”
I actually ponder this for a moment. “The…McArthur’s? Uhm….”
I’m not sure how strong the tension will be between Nate and I after last night. The idea of having dinner with him is even kind of scaring me right now.
“Sure.” I reply at last, turning back upstairs. My mom makes a noise as if to continue, but decides against it and lets me go. I head up and shut my door, wondering what I should do to pass the time. I spot my running shoes in the corner, and an idea pops up into my head.
PEDOPHILE!!!!!! FAMEWHORE!!!!!!!!!!
Selena wasnt as close with Taylor then! they were never seen together until that time were Demi, Selena, Miley, Taylor and Justin were all at some dinner and Selena and Taylor got even more close. Then they started to talk more than ever. Demi and Selan hardly talk! and even on the live chat someone asked hows Selena? and Demi said .. i havent spoken to Selena in ages i dont know how she is.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4NRHF33ZX4
Before we moved, I used to run all the time. My mom called me the lightning bolt- she said I was the fastest runner she’d ever seen. I had long come to realize that there WERE people who could run faster than me, but kept running anyway. I know I’m not the greatest person to set foot on a track, or field, or whatever, but I love it anyway. The feel of wind against my face, heart beating in my chest…..
I slip on some shorts and a sports bra, tossing on a tank-top and tying a sweater around my waist before lacing up my shoes. I stick my iPod into its case and Velcro it around my arm. Then, taking one last look around my room, I jog down the stairs and out the door.
I’ve forgotten how it feels to run. My feet pound against the pavement as I pick up speed, iPod blasting in my ears.
Another cigarette
and I’m so bored
Your words aren't making sense
I was taken
But you were waiting
one more drink
and I'm convinced
Not one more sound
Let your hair down
Take the low road
No one will know
Whoa ,I feel just like we're taking control
Of the night
Whoa, i feel just like we're losing control
But if you let go then I’ll let go tonight
Suddenly, I smash into something and fall to the ground. I hear the crack of impact as my body hits the cement and my earbuds fall out, dangling at my side. I rub the side of my head and sit up, dizzy.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you….” A firm hand grabs my wrist and helps me up. I brush myself off and look up, only to find a pair of big blue eyes staring at me.
“No, no, it’s okay.” I stutter. It turns out that the person I ran into is extremely hot. He’s wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but it’s tight enough that you can see his muscles built around his body. He has blonde hair that is cut short, almost a buzz cut, but not as dorky as one.
He smiles questioningly at me. “I’m Cam.”
I accept his hand and shake it lightly. “Mitchie.”
“Look, I’m really sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention where I was going.” He apologizes. I silence him.
“No, don’t worry about it! It’s fine.” I tell him. He grins awkwardly, and we run side by side for awhile. Up the block, around the neighborhood, down the park, and back again. He tells me a bit about himself. His name is Cam (obviously), he’s eighteen, and he lives five houses down from mine. Our feet pound against the pavement in perfect unison, and I’m having such a great time that I don’t even notice when we pass my house for the sixth time in a row.
“How long have we been running?” I ask. He pulls out his phone and glances at the screen.
“About three hours. Why? Do you have to be somewhere?”
I feel kind of bad for him. Sure Miley seems like a nice person and very down-to-earth but it just seems odd that all of a sudden she pretty much dumps him and starts going out with Nick (we don't know for sure but it's like a 99 percent chance - no body is that stupid). I like Nick and Miley both but it just seems wrong to me. I don't really care either way... not my life - good thing it's not! haha.
Go eat pickles.
He twittered John Mayer. (:
But I seriously think he's a bit on the gay side.
How long have we been running?” I ask. He pulls out his phone and glances at the screen.
“About three hours. Why? Do you have to be somewhere?”
I take my time deciding whether to tell him about my birthday or not. Finally, I reply, “Well…it is my birthday, and my mom’s throwing this party, so….”
He looks disappointed. “Oh, okay. Happy birthday.” He lips curl up slightly and I suddenly have this feeling way down inside of me that hurts when I see the sadness cross his face.
“But you could come, if you want.” I say quickly. “I mean, to the party. You don’t have to bring anything. We’re just eating dinner….” I finish. He laughs at my lame attempt to include him.
“I’d like that.” He nods, as we stop in front of my house this time. I wave goodbye, and jog down the path before turning around once more and waving again. Then I push open the front door and go up to my room. Looking at my clock, I see that it’s already two o’clock. The McArthur’s should be coming in a couple of hours. I peel off my sweaty clothes and grab some towels before turning on the shower, water blasting out the nozzle. I step in, letting the hot water flow across my skin, relaxing me instantly. I rub shampoo into my hair, then lather it in conditioner before washing off my body and stepping out. Sighing, I shut off the water and wrap the towel around myself. I can’t stop thinking about Cam. He’s the complete opposite of Nate- athletic, funny, bright. Nate’s so dark, mysterious, and intriguing…that’s probably why I like him so much. But after meeting Cam, I’m starting to wonder if I made the right choice.
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Two hours later, I’m dressed in jeans and a blue Lacoste polo (thanks to my mom) as the McArthur’s walk in. Even Nate’s dressed up, kind of- shirt and tie, but he’s still wearing jeans. I laugh at the sight of formal-Nate, which he notices, and glares at me teasingly from across the room. I take this as a sign that things between us are still fine, which makes me breathe a deep sigh of relief. I was so worried things would be awkward, and now that they’re not, I can finally stop freaking out and enjoy myself. After all, it is my birthday, right?
We go into the dining room, where my mom has Thai food , my favorite, spread out across the table. I’m just about to sit down when the doorbell rings again.
“I’ll get it!” I tell everyone, before running back out to the entryway and opening the door. It’s Cam. He’s looking even more gorgeous, now that he’s cleaned up. Abercrombie polo and jeans, with his hair slightly gelled. Trying not to faint right there, I let him in and close the door. He smiles at me.
“Happy birthday. I didn’t bring you anything, ‘cuz I didn’t know what you’d want….” He smiles apologetically, flashing the most beautiful set of teeth I’ve ever seen. I grin back at him.
“It’s okay. I don’t need anything. Besides, you just met me. It’s no big deal.” I amend, gently touching his arm. He flinches away awkwardely, and I give him a questioning look before leading him into the dining room.
“Guys, this is Cam. Cam, this is my mom, Mrs. McArthur, and Nate.” I introduce them to each other, and Cam politely shakes everyone’s hand before sitting down next to me, with Nate on my other side. I try to ignore Nate’s curious glares, but when I finally peek at him out of the corner of my eye, he’s glaring at Cam, who has his eyes on his plate. Oh, shit…I think, god, Mitchie, why’d you have to go and make everything so awkward?!
My mom, noticing the strange vibe at our end of the table, claps her hands. “Uh, let’s open presents! Shall we?”
All of us file into the living room, where I see a small stack of presents sitting on the coffee table.
“You guys, I don’t need any presents.” I say sitting down on the couch. Nate flops down next to me and drapes his arm over my shoulder.
“It’s your birthday, Mitch. Everyone deserves presents on their birthday.” I sit there strangely, with Nate’s arm around me, trying not to feel guilty about it in front of Cam. I could tell he was a bit caught off guard with the gesture, and to try and make him feel better, I shrug out from under Nate and tear open the first present.
“Oh. Uh…scented candles. Thanks, Mrs. McArthur.” I say, setting the colorful ornament on the coffee table. I can tell Nate and Cam are both trying desparately to surpress their laughter, so before they embarrass me, I grab the next present. It’s from my mom. When I have all the paper off, I see that it’s a brand-new iPod Nano.
“Mom! Thanks!” I chirp, examining the device. It’s bright red, my favorite color, and holds up to 2,000 songs. Exactly what I need, a new iPod. Perfect.
I the best skateboard I’ve
thats why they were holding hands when they went out with joe,nick,kevin and danielle
Two hours later, I’m dressed in jeans and a blue Lacoste polo (thanks to my mom) as the McArthur’s walk in. Even Nate’s dressed up, kind of- shirt and tie, but he’s still wearing jeans. I laugh at the sight of formal-Nate, which he notices, and glares at me teasingly from across the room. I take this as a sign that things between us are still fine, which makes me breathe a deep sigh of relief. I was so worried things would be awkward, and now that they’re not, I can finally stop freaking out and enjoy myself. After all, it is my birthday, right?
We go into the dining room, where my mom has Thai food , my favorite, spread out across the table. I’m just about to sit down when the doorbell rings again.
“I’ll get it!” I tell everyone, before running back out to the entryway and opening the door. It’s Cam. He’s looking even more gorgeous, now that he’s cleaned up. Abercrombie polo and jeans, with his hair slightly gelled. Trying not to faint right there, I let him in and close the door. He smiles at me.
“Happy birthday. I didn’t bring you anything, ‘cuz I didn’t know what you’d want….” He smiles apologetically, flashing the most beautiful set of teeth I’ve ever seen. I grin back at him.
“It’s okay. I don’t need anything. Besides, you just met me. It’s no big deal.” I amend, gently touching his arm. He flinches away awkwardely, and I give him a questioning look before leading him into the dining room.
“Guys, this is Cam. Cam, this is my mom, Mrs. McArthur, and Nate.” I introduce them to each other, and Cam politely shakes everyone’s hand before sitting down next to me, with Nate on my other side. I try to ignore Nate’s curious glares, but when I finally peek at him out of the corner of my eye, he’s glaring at Cam, who has his eyes on his plate. Oh, shit…I think, god, Mitchie, why’d you have to go and make everything so awkward?!
My mom, noticing the strange vibe at our end of the table, claps her hands. “Uh, let’s open presents! Shall we?”
All of us file into the living room, where I see a small stack of presents sitting on the coffee table.
“You guys, I don’t need any presents.” I say sitting down on the couch. Nate flops down next to me and drapes his arm over my shoulder.
“It’s your birthday, Mitch. Everyone deserves presents on their birthday.” I sit there strangely, with Nate’s arm around me, trying not to feel guilty about it in front of Cam. I could tell he was a bit caught off guard with the gesture, and to try and make him feel better, I shrug out from under Nate and tear open the first present.
“Oh. Uh…scented candles. Thanks, Mrs. McArthur.” I say, setting the colorful ornament on the coffee table. I can tell Nate and Cam are both trying desparately to surpress their laughter, so before they embarrass me, I grab the next present. It’s from my mom. When I have all the paper off, I see that it’s a brand-new iPod Nano.
“Mom! Thanks!” I chirp, examining the device. It’s bright red, my favorite color, and holds up to 2,000 songs. Exactly what I need, a new iPod. Perfect.
I tear open the next two presents with a gracious smile, and when I get to the last, I notice it has no tag. Looking at Nate, I peel off the paper slowly before holding up the gift. It’s a brand new skateboard, with my name engraved in Graffiti on the back. I stare it in shock. It’s amazing. Probably the best skateboard I’ve ever had. I hug Nate excitedly before setting the skateboard down and looking up to check on Cam. He seems lonely. Awhile later, after Nate and his mom leave, Cam and I stand by the door awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“Thanks for coming.” I tell him at last. He stares down at the floor while replying.
“I’m really sorry I made things so weird for you. I didn’t know you had a boyfriend…” He trails off. I stop him.
“No, no. Nate is NOT my boyfriend,” I practically scream. He looks up at me.
“Really? Cuz it sure looked like it.” He turns to the door. “Look, I should go. My mom’s probably getting worried-“
Just as he’s about to open the door, I grab his wrist. He turns back around, surprised.
“We should hang out sometime.” I tell him, smiling gently. He seems torn as whether to say yes or not. Probably thinking about Nate. But after a few seconds, he returns the smile and nods before stepping out onto the front path.
“I’d like that.”
I really miss Demi and Selena! =[
that's not true. selena and taylor have been close for a long time. they went on a double date last year, and taylor went to the premiere of that cinderella movie for selena. miley has nothing to do with that mess so don't blame her.
again, go see a therapist.
“Mom, no. It’s only mid-August. Don’t enrole me in school yet! Please, please, please!” I beg. It’s a week after my birthday, and my mom has just told me that I get to start school in ten days! Yippee! NOT.
“Mitchie, school starts soon. You’ll attend the local high school, with Nate and his friends. It won’t be that bad. You already know a few people, don’t you?” She asks half-sympathetically. I sigh.
“I know two people, mom. TWO! Nate and Cam. And Cam’s a Senior, so that’s pretty pointless.” I point out. My mom, accepting her defeat, brushes her hands off on the apron she’s wearing. Mrs. McArthur invited her over for some Ladies-Book-Club thing tonight, and for some unknown reason, my mom finds it awkward to show up at somebody else’s house empty-handed. She’s decided to make some olive-artichoke chip dip or whatever. Like I could care less.
“Fine, fine. But I am taking you to orientation tomorrow. It’s very important to me that you’re not totally clueless on your first day at a new school.” Suddenly, the house phone rings. She motions to me to give her a second, and picks up the phone. “Oh, Cam! Hello there….yes, I’m sure she’d love to. Thanks!” My mom sticks the phone back on the receiver and looks up at me. “That was Cam. He invited you to ‘hang out’ with him today.”
“Did you tell him yes? You’d BETTER have told him yes! Ohmigosh, ohmigosh!” I squeal, running up the stairs to my room. I have to change, put on make-up, wash up. So much to do…”
“Mitchie?” My mom’s voice echoes up the staircase. I poke my head over the railing and glare down at her.
What?!” My voice sounds thin and slivery, like a snake. My mom’s face twists up, and her eyes droop sadly. I want to feel some regret for the tone of my voice, but I don’t. What is wrong with me?
“I just wanted to tell you to have fun.” My mom attempts to smile, but it fails and she turns around and shuffles back into the kitchen. I scowl at her back and go back into my room, glancing around. Everything is either shoved under the bed, in the closet, or laying out on the floor. I open my closet, and before a giant mountain of useless junk can tumble down on me, pull out my favorite shirt and a pair of jeans before backing up the against the door and holding it shut for a few seconds. When I’m sure it’s not going to open and everything is going to collapse, I take a few slow steps forward and go shut my door to change. Then, I skip into the bathroom and brush my hair. Running the comb through the thin strands, I briefly wonder what Nate will think if I go out with Cam. Shaking the notion out of my head, I brush my teeth and put on some eyeliner and mascara before catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Perfect.
When the doorbell rings, before my mom can get to it first and HORRIBLY embarrass me, I prance down the stairs and open the door. Cam’s waiting there, looking more gorgeous than ever. I smile at him before turning back around. “Bye mom!” I say, and close the door behind us.
“Hey,” he says as we walk out to his car. That’s one thing that’s different about him compared to Nate- he can drive. The sound of it unlocking chimes in my ears, and I slide into the passenger side and onto the creamy leather. The inside is really overdone- the stereo is awesome, the seats are amazing, and overall, the interior is way better than it looks. From the outside, the car looks like an old beat-up Honda, but on the inside…wow.
“Hey. Nice car,” I comment as he starts the engine.
“Do you really mean that? Or are you just trying to make me feel better?” He laughs as we pull out onto the road. I scoff.
“I am NOT lying!” I screech. He gives me a knowing look. “Okay, so the outside is horrendous, but I do really like the inside.”
“That’s more like it,” He replies, and we drive in silence for awhile. Finally, I ask,
“Where are we going?”
He turns his head slightly and smirks at me, but keeps driving without a response. At last, we pull up at our destination. When I see the sign, I scream.
“MINI GOLF! OHMIGOSH! I LOVE MINI GOLF! HOW DID YOU KNOW??” I cry. He grins.
“I talked to your mom on the phone last night…and she told me you loved mini-golf.” He admits as we walk into the Putt-Putt Palace. Everything about the place is lame, from the paint colors, to the people who hang out there. But I still love it. My dad used to take me mini-golfing all the time, before he left. It’s kind of strange, being here without him. It was our thing. You know how dad’s take their sons fishing and whatever? Well, that’s what mini-golf was to us. It was our fish, and the club was the rod.
“One round for the two of us.” Cam tells the clerk, who hands us two clubs and asks us what color ball
lol what'd you want her to do, stay with someone she didn't care for while she loved someone else? i have no sympathy. he got what he wanted--attention. time for him to fade into obscurity now.
talked to your mom on the phone last night…and she told me you loved mini-golf.” He admits as we walk into the Putt-Putt Palace. Everything about the place is lame, from the paint colors, to the people who hang out there. But I still love it. My dad used to take me mini-golfing all the time, before he left. It’s kind of strange, being here without him. It was our thing. You know how dad’s take their sons fishing and whatever? Well, that’s what mini-golf was to us. It was our fish, and the club was the rod.
“One round for the two of us.” Cam tells the clerk, who hands us two clubs and asks us what color ball we want. I look at the choices.
“Orange,” I finally decide. Cam takes a blue one, and we head out onto the course. It’s a pretty nice day, actually- not too hot, but not freezing cold, either. The course has it’s misters going, and I feel the water hit my face like a soft blanket. An hour and a half later, Cam and I finish up the last hole and head back inside. We return our things, and just as we are about to head out, I turn to Cam.
“I’m just gonna use the bathroom,” I tell him. He nods, and I walk across the large room to the sign that says “Women’s Restrooms.” After I’ve done my ‘business’ (A/N: Lol) I’m just pushing the swinging door open to go back to Cam when suddenly, a hand grabs me from behind and drags me down. I try to scream, but the person covers my mouth with their hand and pulls me out the side entrance so Cam can’t see us. When I catch a glimpse of my attacker, I find a face looks all too familiar.
“Drake!” I scream, my voice muffled by his hand. He laughs coldly, and throws me into the backseat of an old, beat-up Sedan. He climbs in on top of me, and locks the doors behind me. I sit still in horror as he binds my hands up with a thick cloth and shoves me down. I quickly start to shout for help, but his lips cover mine all too soon and I’m helpless. He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me roughly, running his tongue over my upper teeth. I keep trying to turn my head away, but it doesn’t work. He grabs another cloth and ties my mouth shut with it, then attaches his lips to my neck and begins to suck. I shriek as loud as I can as tears begin to fall down my cheeks, knowing that I can’t stop him. He could kill me if he wanted too. That’s how awful and whimpy I am. Suddenly, I become aware that his hand is trailing up the back of my shirt. It’s cold, and scaly, and I shiver as he rips the clothing off. I groan and squirm, trying to get his weight off of me, but it’s no use. He keeps trailing kisses down my body, and I realize that it’s never going to stop. I’ve been caught.
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all of a sudden? niley started getting closer in January, 7 months ago. and mustin kept having problems, fighting in public, on twitter, the break-up in april etc. it wasn't all of sudden
http://twitter.com/rob_Hoffman
lets all spam his twitter to see if he really did say that about nelena! (ew my fingers burned while writing the n word)
gay
ugly
pedophile
famewhore
talentless
irrelevant
dumb
hobo
i think that sums it up
Nate’s POV
“Dude. What are we doing all the way down here? I didn’t know you liked mini-golf.” Sean complains as I hop off my board in front of Putt-Putt mini-golf. He follows suit, and I respond to his question.
“I don’t. I called Connie and she said that Mitchie was here.”
He laughs. “Oh, so this is for that girl, huh?”
I wack him, and we both laugh as we walk around the back side of the building. I’ve got no money, so they can’t exactly let me in. Guess I’ll just sneak around.
“She’s not just a girl, Sean. I really like her.” God. I sound so corny. This is what Mitchie does to mean. I don’t know how, or why, but she just does. Whenever I’m around here, I feel so not-myself. But in a good way. It’s hard to explain.
“Ooh, she’s not just a girl, Sean,” He mimics, waving his hands around. “Whatever. Like I give a crap.”
We trudge on past some cars, and I notice that there’s a person in one of them. Wait, make that people. I can see a blonde head sticking up by the side window, and a girl’s brown hair popping up under him. Why do I recognize them?
Then it hits me.
Mitchie.
And…..
Drake?!
Oh, shit.
Without a second thought, I spring over to the passenger side and pound on the door. Mitchie looks up, and her watering eyes bore into me with enough terror to make my heart break in half. I try the door handle. It’s locked. Not pausing to think, I pound me fist into the window as hard as I can. The glass shatters with a sickening “CRACK” as I stick my hand in and unlock the door. Drake, realizing what’s happening, tries to shove me away. I throw the door open in and I grab him, motioning for Sean to as well. We drag him out into the middle of the parking lot, and Sean begins to pound him (HARD) as I run back to Mitchie. She’s huddled inside the car, wearing nothing but her bra and underwear, tears pouring down her face. I crawl in and embrace her, holding her close to my chest. She buries her face into my chest and bawls her heart out, and I just sit there silently, holding her. Even though she’s only wearing her bra and underwear.
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Mitchie’s POV
Nate leaves the car to let me get dressed, and I quietly put my shirt and jeans back on before stepping out of the car. Nate’s friend, Sean, is on the phone with the police, holding Drake down with one hand. I laugh slightly at the sight of it, but still feel great and utter stupidity for almost letting Drake win. Nate turns when he notices me, and walks over with his head down. I run to him and throw my arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. He strokes my hair, and I’m pretty relaxed until I remember why I’m really here.
“Where’s Cam?” I ask abruptly. Nate remains calm.
“He’s inside, getting you something to eat. Don’t worry.”
He smiles softly down at me, and my insides melt at the beauty of his perfect face. I can’t even remember what I ever even saw in Cam. But I do know one thing for sure:
Nate’s my knight in shining armor. And he always will be.
Nate and I had a rough time talking after what happened. I was a little shaken, and he seemed a lot more quiet than usual. Each afternoon, I went to his house, we hung out a little (which usually involved a little more than just ‘hanging out’) and I came home. That’s how it stayed for the next two weeks, until the day finally came…
“It’s the last day of Summer?!” I shrieked in shock. My mom drew a giant red slash through the date on her Calender. September 5th. My mind was screaming at me. No, no, no!!! Not yet! I wasn’t ready to face my new classmates. I screamed and ran up to my room, slamming the door and falling sideways onto the bed and burying my face in the soft pillow. Suddenly, I heard a soft chuckle from behind me.
“Nate! What are you doing here? How did you get in?” I giggled-whispered. He laughed quietly before coming and laying down next to me on the bed.
“The window was open, Mitch,” he replied lightly. I quickly pecked his cheek and he stroked my hair lightly, the two of us just laying there, side by side in the early September heat. My entire body felt tingly as our exposed skin touched, and I suddenly knew, with all my might, that this was the moment. Right now.
“Nate,” I whispered, looking up into his eyes. He gazed back down at me, trying to figure out what I was suggesting. He sat up silently, surprised.
“Are you sure?” He asked. I nodded and scooted closer to him before pressing our lips together. He cupped my chin in his firm hand and kissed me back passionately, our tongues swirling together as one. Softly, Nate trailed gentle kisses down my jaw and to my neck, where he bit into the warm flesh and left his mark. I moaned quietly, and he moved on, satisfied. In moments, both of our clothes were gone, and I let him lead the way. His lips left hot kisses all over my skin, burning holes like wild fire. His first thrusts were soft- easy, he didn’t want to hurt me. As the speed increased, we fell into a rhythm, and I screamed as we both came together, perfectly, just like it should be.
Like i said. They wernt as close till after that dinner. You just try to find other things so that Miley looks really innocent. All of them have done wrong. I cant believe that Miley would go back to Nick. I cant believe that Nick would go back to Miley. =] ... Get back to reality guys. If you actually think about it NONE of them are perfect. And im not trying to make Miley look bad, or blame her for anything. Its just an opinion.
He didn't. Leave him alone, he couldn't care less about this teenage drama. That rumor was started by a delusional Selena teenie.
wasn’t surprised to wake up and find that Nate was gone.
He had never been one with words, especially whenever we went a little too far.
But I was definitely surprised when I sat up and felt my head swimming, almost fuzzy as I got up and wandered into the bathroom. I took a small sip of water and stumbled over to the toilet, where I leaned over and barfed feverishly. The first thing that came to my mind was that I was sick; but I was pretty sure I couldn’t just all of a sudden start throwing up with no reason. As I thought about it, head bent over the toilet and hair billowing around my face, the conclusion finally jumped into my head. I couldn’t be…no, there was no way, I told myself. Carefully, I pulled open the bottom drawer under the sink and pulled out a test, all the while silently praying that nothing was wrong…
When I finished, I stared down at the white stick in horror. In black, bold, print, the tiny screen read a single mark. The + sign glared up at me like the devil, teasing me and prying at me with all it’s anger. I shook the test roughly and looked at it again. The sign still sat there, all by itself, just like me. I felt my eyes begin to water and sting, and I crumbled into the corner of the bathroom, the test sitting on the counter. I couldn’t believe it. How would I tell Nate? He would hate me. Probably never talk to me again. And I had to go to school…how would I show my face? What would everyone think of me? They’d just assume I was some sort of slut, who went around hooking up with random guys for fun. The tears flowed down my cheeks like a storm, streaming and running until there was nothing left of me. Just a big puddle, and me, drowned in my own, sick tears.
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“You’re WHAT?!”
That’s all I could remember hearing, those two words falling out of his mouth like an atomic bomb. After that, everything turned white, and I felt his strong arms reach out and catch me before leading me back to his bed and letting me sleep. I don’t know how long I was out- when I woke up, it was bright, a new day, and I realized that I was probably already late for school.
“School…” I mumbled groggily. I gagged a little bit and jumped up and ran into Nate’s bathroom, where I threw up again and collapsed on the floor. When I looked up, my eyes puffy, I saw Nate standing there in shock.
“You weren’t kidding,” Is all he says. I just stare up into his sparkling brown eyes and nod. “Shit,” he mumbles, putting a hand over his face and then running it through his hair. I stare at the floor sadly as he finally mumbles out a response.
“I think you should leave.”
Shakily, I stand up and wobble unsteadily down the stairs and out the door. I’m barely halfway across the street when I fall over and begin to sob. This can’t be happening, I tell myself, this can’t be happening. The whole time I try to deny it, I can’t help but think about this truth. This isn’t a movie. This is my life. And it is completely and utterly FUCKED UP.
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gay
ugly
pedophile
famewhore
talentless
irrelevant
dumb
hobo
i think that sums it up
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Pretty much
I RECKON .. MILEY, DEMI, SELENA AND THE REST OF THE DISNEY GIRLS SHOULD ALL MAKE A SONG TOGETHER =]
“Mitchie, wake up. Somebody came to see you.”
I groan into my pillow and roll over, my eyes fluttering open. My mom is standing there, smiling affectionately down at me. I smirk and sit up as she walks out of the room quickly. Who the hell would come to see me right now? I scuffle down the stairs in my torn socks and to the front door, where- whaddaya know?- Nate is standing.
“Hey,” he says quietly, eyes glued to the floor. I fold my arms across my chest.
“What do you want?” I hiss. “Have you come to make me feel even more worse about the fact that I’m pregnant with a child you don’t give a fuck about?”
Nate grabs my arm violently. “Can’t we talk about this somewhere else?”
I sigh. “Fine.”
We walk up to my room without speaking and I shut the door loudly behind us. He sits down on the edge of my bed and I sit next to him. The silence continues as he leans over and puts his head in his hands.
“I can’t do this.” He whispers shakily. I look away.
“That’s become pretty apparent.”
“No, I don’t mean that,” he says urgently. “I just mean…this. I can’t just come up here, apologize, and think that everything will go back to normal. Because it can’t,” he places a hand on my shoulder softly. I shrug it off and stare out the window as he pauses, waiting for me to reply.
“I’m listening,” I say at last.
He gulps. “I’m not trying to deny the fact that this is my fault. I know it is- partly. All I’m saying is that I think we need to do something about it. An abortion. I don’t know, maybe put it up for adoption? It’s up to you.”
I turn around and look him straight in the eyes. I attempt not to seem weak, or stressed. I need to tell him the truth.
“I’m keeping it. I mean really keeping it.” My face doesn’t move a muscle. He returns my fair gaze without hesitation.
“If that’s what you want to do, that’s what you want to do. I can’t change your mind. But I can,” he props my chin up in his hand and leans forward, “tell you that I am not letting you go through this alone. I won’t.”
I can’t take it anymore. I break down in sobs as he wraps his arms around me, gently rubbing my back. I cry into his chest and hold onto his shirt like it’s the last thing I have left, because it is. He is.
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As the sun sets and the moon begins to shine through my bedroom window, I hear Nate stand up and walk towards the window. I sit up slightly and look at his profile that is lit up. It’s so perfect, I can’t stand not having it near me.
“Nate,” I whisper. I watch him turn towards me.
“Yeah?” He asks. My breath cracks as I speak.
“Stay. Please.”
He hesitates for a moment before coming over and climbing on the bed next to me. I lay cradled in his chest as he strokes my hair lovingly. For once, I forget about everything. My family, school, the baby…all I’m thinking about is him. And how I will never be able to live without him.
“I love you,” I say quietly. His hand doesn’t stop as it runs across the top of my head.
“I love you, too.
wtf? you're just completely wrong. taylor and selena's friendship was strong BEFORE the nelena breakup AND after it. you ARE trying to make miley look bad, and it isn't working. gtfo.
The first thing my mind wanders to a few days later as I wake up is something I’ve been dreading all summer.
School.
How can I show up at a new school with a baby inside of me? You don’t do that! You just DON’T. Everyone would label me a total loser/slut the minute I arrived. The only thing I could think of was to not go to school- either that, or not have the baby at all. But even just thinking about an abortion made me want to throw up. No, I didn’t want to keep or have this baby, but it would feel wrong taking away a life that hadn’t even started yet.
Which is why I decided to talk to my mom.
“Hey mom,” I said lightly as I entered the kitchen. She looked up from the newspaper and smiled at me.
“Morning, sweetie. How are you?” She asked as I sat down at the kitchen table. I took a deep breath.
“I…need to tell you something,” I began, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach. No, not now, I pleaded with myself. The nausea settled, and I continued.
“Well, um, I’m…uh, I’m pregnant.” I blurted quickly. My mom’s eyes narrowed and she grabbed onto the edges of table, her face turning white.
“What?!” She hissed. I took her hand as she sat upright again, her face returning to its normal color.
“I said, I’m pregnant. As in, I’m having a baby. Maybe not actually having it. I don’t know. That’s why I came to talk to you.”
Her forehead creased with worry. “A baby! Who’s the father? And how long ago did this happen? You should have told me sooner!”
I smiled reassuringly at her. “It’s Nate McArthur. The boy who lives across the street? And trust me, it was very….recent. Maybe a week and a half ago? I’m not sure.”
She lets out an exasperated sigh. “Did he hurt you?”
“What? Mom, no! Of course not!” I shrieked. “I love Nate, and he loves me. He would NEVER try to hurt me!”
My mom breathes in relief. “Well, that’s good.” Then, she glares at me. “But a baby? Mitchie, sweetheart, what in the world were you thinking?!”
“I was thinking that Nate and I were in love. We didn’t mean for this to happen,” I explain quietly. She brushes my hair out of face lovingly and looks me straight in the eye.
They wernt as close till after that dinner.
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what 'dinner'? taylor and selena have been friends for a year now, miley had nothing to do with it.
Oh please.
Leave him alone
I’m not angry,” she admitted. “Just disappointed. But…it’s already happened. You said you wanted to ask me something? About…this?” She gestures to my stomach, which is hardly showing at all. I nod and swallow nervously.
“I was wondering what you would think…if I got an abortion?” I ask. She smiles softly.
“I think,” she rubs my back soothingly, “That if that’s what you want, we’ll do it. I’ll have to make a few phone calls…” She stands up. “Whatever you think is the best thing to do.”
“This is it.” I agree, standing up as well. “But…how about we wait to tell Nate. Would that be okay?”
My mom ponders this. “You’ll have to tell him eventually. But for now, yes. That’s fine.”
I throw my arms around her happily. “You’re the best mom in the world.” My stomach gurgles as I say this. My mom laughs when she sees me turn a slight shade of green.
“I am,” she says.
Then I run into the bathroom and throw up.
Another day flies by. My mom spends the hours by calling different offices, seeing if we can make an appointment. Finally, after endless moments of talking and begging, she books me to go in to Crestside Abortion Center (A/N: I have no clue what they call these places. Forgive me for making up this lame name!) for three days later.
For some reason, I am ecstatic. I don’t have to have a baby. I don’t need to become a teenage mom. I can get rid of this child and get on with my life.
Of course, as my mom and I climb into the car the day of the appointment, Nate shows up.
“Mitch, where are you going?” He asks, greeting me with a kiss. I look down.
“Um…an appointment,” I stutter. He looks at me, confused.
“For what?”
I struggle to come up with an excuse. “Doctor,” I lie. He stares at me like he knows something up.
“Seriously, Mitchie. What’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I lie again and attempt to get in the car. He stops me.
“Tell me the truth.”
I gaze up at his hurt expression. I hate lying to him. It makes me want to kill myself, seeing his eyes so dreary and his face so pained. I grab his hand.
“Get in the car.”
“What? Why?”
I grin at him. “You wanted the truth. Come on.”
We pull up to a white stucco building about fifteen minutes later. I hurry Nate inside before has a chance to read the sign. Luckily, no other girls are waiting in the lobby. I walk up to the front desk and give the receptionist my name as my mom and Nate sit down patiently.
“Mitch, where are we?”
I shrug and that’s when the doctor walks in.
“Mitchie Torres?”
I stand up. “That’s me.”
“Right this way.” He escorts me down a long hallway into a little room. There’s a small bed covered in white paper and tools everywhere- and I mean EVERYWHERE. On the counter, on the chair, on the floor. I ignore the bad feeling in my stomach and lay down.
“This won’t take very long,” he says, calling in a nurse, “Seeing as you’re not very far along yet.” I nod weakly and he sticks a needle into the side of my leg. I become drowsy and quickly fall unconscious, just waiting for the pain to be over.
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no dont do that, he didnt say shit and probably doesnt even give a fuck about it
LOL this is so funny! .. Why is Justin up on here? =\ .. im really confused.
YOU DID WHAT???????????????”
Nate usually calm expression is angry and full of hatred. I stand my ground and look him straight in the eye.
“The baby,” I say smoothly, “is gone.”
Nate’s eyes practically bulge out of their sockets. “So THAT’S what this place is? An abortion center?” He leans in and whispers, “does your mom know?”
I remain still. “Yes.”
He slumps back into a chair and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “You could’ve told me,” he says quietly.
I nod meekly. “I know.”
We don’t say another word as the three of us- Nate, Mom, and me- climb into the car. We drive-through McDonald’s on the way home, and the only words that are spoken are if we want fries with our burgers. We order, but I don’t take a single bite. When I look over at Nate, he’s staring at the window, consumed in his thoughts. Just looking at him makes me automatically bring a hand to my stomach to feel it. Nothing. I sigh and lean back against the seat, waiting for the awkward trip to be over. The car finally pulls up in front of my house, and Nate mumbles “Thanks” before quickly running across the street to his own home.
“Honey, he’ll come to his senses. Don’t worry.” My mom wraps her arms around me as we walk up to our front door.
“But he won’t. Nate doesn’t get over stuff easily, mom.” My eyes well up and I swiftly take the stairs two at a time until I reach my room. I slam my door and fall face first onto my bed, bursting into sobs. My mom doesn’t bother me the rest of the night.
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Kevin Jonas and fiancee Danielle Deleasa celebrate their engagement at their favorite pizza parlor in Los Angeles on Friday night (July 3).
The newly engaged couple was joined by 30 of their closest friends and family including the other Jonas Brothers, Joe and Nick.
On Wednesday, Kevin proposed to Danielle at her doorstep in New Jersey with a diamond ring (3-carat solitaire cushion-cut diamond, surrounded by 210 round brilliant-cut pave diamonds).
Tim, post this stuff!
Tim enjoys posting about gay men like himself.
Nate doesn’t talk to me at all for the next three days. School is approaching closer and closer with every passing second. I go buy my school supplies one day, and the next my mom takes me to the mall to get some new clothes. It feels like I haven’t smiled in ages. I’m nothing without Nate. If he doesn’t talk to me, I’ll show up at school without anyone to walk with, or sit at lunch with. It will be torture. So finally, five days after our fight, I take matters into my own hands and walk across the street to Nate’s house.
I ring the doorbell several times, but he doesn’t answer. I know he’s home- I’ve been waiting to see if he’ll come over for the past few days. He hasn’t left the house. I stroll around the corner and unlatch the gate to get in the backyard before wandering over to the tree that stands in front of Nate’s window. I jump up and grab a branch and pull myself up until I’m sitting a couple feet from the opening. I latch my leg over the next branch, and the next, until I’m sitting on the front in front of Nate’s window. I watch while his back is turned as he pulls off his shirt and puts on a fresh one. I can’t help but stare at him. He’s so perfect. I need him in my life. He’s crucial to my survival. Crucial.
I lightly tap on the window and he spins around, startled. Our eyes meet, but he doesn’t move. I keep his gaze for the next few minutes, neither of us moving. He takes a single step forward, and for a moment I think he might open the window, tell me he’s sorry. That everything will be okay. Instead, his lip trembles as he reaches out and pulls the blinds closed in front of me. I sit in shock, my entire body shaking. How could he do this to me? This wasn’t right.
By the time I’m back in my room, I can hardly feel my own two feet. I kick off my shoes and crawl into bed, taking my phone with me. One last try, I decide, my fingers clicking across the keys.
I’M SORRY. WHY WON’T YOU TALK TO ME?
I’m about to hit send when I decide to add something else.
I LOVE YOU.
I send the message and lay in bed, praying for a reply. The sun sets, and by midnight, there’s still no answer. I hug the covers around my body when my phone finally buzzes next to my head.
I CAN’T DO THIS, it says. GOODBYE.
I feel frozen to the bone. It’s really over, I realize. Nate doesn’t care about me.
My eyes are about to flutter shut when I receive one last message.
I LOVE YOU, TOO.
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Two days later, school starts. The first three weeks whiz by in a blur of kids, teachers, and homework. I eat alone everyday. I don’t even bother to try and look for Nate anymore. He doesn’t look for me.
Occasionally, I pass him in the hall. He seems to stare right through me, as if I’m not even there.
He made the football team. And won Class President. I even voted for him, although that sounds totally pathetic and dumb. Why vote for a guy who treats you like shit?
I wasn’t going to, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I just scribbled a check next to his name and put it in the box.
One day, though, I asked to be excused from class to use the bathroom. With my head down and hood on, I shuffled through the hall to the bathroom, staring at my feet. That’s why I accidentally bumped into him. Startled, I looked up and was met with his intense gaze.
“Mitchie,” my name rolls of his tongue with a new sound of confidence he didn’t have before. It takes all of my self preservation not to wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck.
“Hey, Nate.” I mutter. We stay there a moment, just staring at each other, before he says:
“Well, I gotta go. I told Coach that I’d deliver these papers to the office.” He explains. I glance at the stack of papers in his hands.
“Oh. Uh, bye.” I resume my fast pace so I don’t have to look at him anymore, but he grabs my wrist.
“Mitchie?”
I turn around slowly. “Yeah?”
The corners of his lips turn upward slightly, almost into a smile. “You should’ve been class president.”
He strolls of, leaving me standing there in shock. I manage to yell, “I didn’t even run!”
He doesn’t turn around, but I can hear him say something as he rounds the corner.
“In my mind, you did.”
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next parts my last
Sometimes, you can’t find the words to say.
You’ll be feeling something so strong, an undeniable emotion, and you can’t find the words to describe it. For me, apologizing is one of those feelings.
I couldn’t just go up to Nate and mutter, “I’m sorry.” That’s pathetic. And besides, I didn’t do anything. He’s the one who broke my heart for getting rid of something that was going to ruin our lives. I did the right thing; at least, I was pretty sure I did. So each day, whenever he passed me in the halls, I couldn’t get up the guts to do it. So I went on living my life in my own little bubble.
Little did I know, things might have been going to change.
“Mitchie! Are you almost ready?” My mom yelled up the staircase. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before emerging from my bedroom and descending the staircase. I couldn’t even describe the look on my mom’s face. It was a mixture of shock and amazement, as far as I could tell. Her mouth dropped open, but eventually curled up into a smile as I came over next to her.
“Honey, you look beautiful!” She cried, hugging me. I laughed, wrapping my arms around her.
“Thanks mom,” I murmured. She pulled back and looked at me one last time.
“You don’t need a date. You’ll capture hearts even if you’re by yourself,” she encouraged, opening the front door for me. We got into her car and she drove me to the school quickly, a grin plastered on her face the whole time. By the time she pulled up at the hotel where prom was being held, the parking lot was crowded with limos and excited students. I couldn’t help but notice how plain and dumb I looked getting out of my mom’s car as I scanned the grounds. I waved goodbye to my mom and clutched my bag to my chest tightly, my stomach doing flip-flops as I walked inside. I handed the boy at the door my ticket and walked inside.
It was amazing. A huge chandelier hung in the middle of the room, sparkling. You would’ve thought it looked too fancy, but it wasn’t. Streamers cascaded down the walls, giving the room a birthday party feel. The DJ was busy spinning “Just Dance” by Lady GaGa as I walked over to a chair on the far end of the room and sat down. I had nobody to dance with as I simply examined the crowd. I saw Nick’s ex-girlfriend, Miley Stewart, laughing with her friends in one corner and I noticed that Cam had showed up as well. He was dancing with a girl who looked briefly familiar. He looked over at me and I waved. He waved back and led his date over to where I was sitting.
“Hey, Mitchie,” he greeted warmly. “This is my girlfriend, Caitlin Gellar.”
The girl grinned at me. “I love your dress!” She squeaked. I giggled nervously.
“Thanks,” I said quietly. She grabbed my wrist cheerfully.
“Come on, let’s go dance!”
She dragged me onto the dance floor just as the song switched to “Candle” by the White Tie Affair. Caitlin and I twirled around for awhile, laughing and giggling as we spun around in the crowd. As the song dragged into a slow ballad, I waved goodbye to Caitlin and made my way over to the refreshment table. I poured myself some punch and went to sit down, enjoying the break from all of the people. Just as I looked over to the door, I watched Nate come in with his friends. He looked bored, almost, as they went over to a table and sat down. He put his head in his hands and his gaze wandered around the room until it fell upon me. I instantly looked down and tried to make myself invisible, but he saw me and walked over.
“Mitch,” he said, sitting down next to me. I flushed a bright red.
“Nate,” I squeaked, wishing I wasn’t so embarrassed. His breath caught in his throat.
“You look…amazing,” he whispered. I looked up and smiled meekly.
“Thanks. You do, too,” I added for good measure. He stood up and reached a hand out to me.
“Wanna dance?”
I nodded slightly as he led me out to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he place his hands on my waist. We swayed slowly for awhile, not meeting each other’s eyes. I didn’t look up until a new song came on.
Lying in my bed I hear the
Clock tick and think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
“How have you been?” Nate asks quietly. I bite my lip.
“Lonely,” I admit. His lips curl up slightly into a grin.
“Me too.”
I stare up at him. “You? Lonely? Football captain, class president…lonely?”
He barely does more than nod. “It’s weird without you, Mitch.”
Gah, there he goes again. Trying to win me back. But wasn’t he the one who left me in the first place? Because of some BABY that was partly his fault?
“Don’t say that,” I pleaded. He placed two fingers under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking straight at him.
“Why not?” He asked in a low voice. I shook my head frantically and spun around, planning my escape.
You say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
His wrist catches mine as he stops me.
“Mitchie, wait.”
I slowly turn around, my eyes stinging with tears.
“What, Nate? You ignore me for a year and now you want me back? Love doesn’t work that way.” I say softly, yanking my arm away from his. I quickly start to walk towards the door, and once I make it outside the hotel, I begin to run. I don’t know where to, but I just run and run. Pieces of hair fall from my updo that took three hours to complete. Tears are streaming down my cheeks and my mascara is running as the wind blows against me. I hear footsteps pounding behind me, but I don’t stop. I haven’t made it very far when he grabs me from behind and pulls me back to him. My back is turned and against his chest as I stare out into the warm night air. He brings his arms around my front until his fingers are interlocked with mine.
“What are you doing to yourself, Mitchie?” He murmurs into my hair. I blink once, but don’t say anything. He brings my hand, which is in his, up to his lips and kisses it.
“Please, all I’m asking you to do is listen to me.”
I stop thinking for a second and stare back at the hotel. I watch the kids coming in and out of my Junior prom, laughing and having a great time. Suddenly, I realize what I’ve missed out on. Having friends, dating boys, going to football games. I’ve completely missed out on my high school experience. All because of some stupid fight I had with some guy I met over the summer! Nate rubs his thumb around the palm of my hand. I can hear him breathing into my hair- it’s soft and low, as if he’s thinking about something too. I turn around slowly and brush a curl out of his face.
“I’m listening,” I whisper. He cups my face with his hand and leans down, covering my mouth with his. I can smell his cologne as we kiss, the same cologne he wore over the summer. I smile against his lips and kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. This was how prom was supposed to happen. My mom was right. I was going to capture hearts tonight. But she did forget one thing:
How somebody would capture mine.
If you’re lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you and be waiting
Time after time
Sometimes, you just have to give your love to someone. Even if you’re not sure they’re going to love you back. Love is all about taking chances, no matter what the outcome. Yes, your heart may get broken, and at times you might feel like nothing is worth that amount of pain. But you have to keep trying. If you live your life feeling lonely, you’ll never discover the things you can do if you do have someone to love. Take a risk. Give your heart to someone. If they take it, then great. And if not, try again. Eventually you will find someone who loves you back. All you half do is…
Give, and take.
here we go Justin is getting his Fame. Hes slowly gonna get more famous now if people keep commenting and talking about it and how they hate him. i mean haters are the people that make people more popular!
http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/34777724.html
http://www.celebitchy.com/49263/billy_ray_cyrus_sending_miley_justin_on_...
Mustin breakup wasn't sudden AT ALL
TIM Is Dead Or Something?
lol he ain't getting fame honey. he's just a laughingstock.
I have the overwhelming urge to punch him. He's so obnoxious.
lmao!
Ding dong .. Timmy??
Where are you?!
course not, the people article said that they fought all the time and that there really wasn't any "love" left in the relationship. it's just the miley haters who pretend that miley suddenly ditched him for nick, whereas all sane people can see that it was a very gradual thing. and i for one am very glad it happened.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q4NRHF33ZX4
nick talks about going solo
"We've always said that anything that we do would be a side project. We're brothers you can't really break up brothers so IT'S JUST A SIDE PROJECT AND MAYBE THAT AND SOME ACTING PROJECTS IN THE FUTURE. right now we're just focused on the tour that we're on as the Jonas Brothers"
oh and this gaston guy is so pathetic, i have no words for it
this made me lol
http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/2009/06/20/miley-cyrus-kisses-nick-onstag...
Well well well. Look who’s in love! There’s just a little peck on the cheek, not a full-blown kiss, but MAN is there a lot of sexual tension. On behalf of Justin Gaston, I would just like to say: “Ouch.”
Yeah, Miley Tweeted a long time ago saying we will both smile again and all this other stuff .. like after she broke up with Justin. Who cares anyway? its Mileys choice .. if she wants to break up with him or not. Its not like shes gonna listen to anyone else. Its her life!
And if could be anyone/thing other than Justin Gaston?
"One of those little lapdogs that gets petted all day," he says. "You know, they wake up, get fed, get attention. I like attention. I'd like to be one of those little dogs. Is that weird?"
WEIRDO!
lmao
dumped for a 5'7" sixteen-year-old boy with a purity ring
OUCH indeed
but seriously
nick > this tool
this made me lol
http://evilbeetgossip.film.com/2009/06/20/miley-cyrus-kisses-nick-onstag...
Well well well. Look who’s in love! There’s just a little peck on the cheek, not a full-blown kiss, but MAN is there a lot of sexual tension. On behalf of Justin Gaston, I would just like to say: “Ouch.”
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"MAN is there a lot of sexual tension."
is a FACT!
they have a lot of sexual tension!
wow 537 comments for this? .. you have got to be joking!
Shut up people. He is just a guy who got heart broken by that stupid bitch MileY!
He looks at me, an amused expression on his face. I give him a questioning look, and he chuckles. He stands up and pulls his T-shirt over his his head, exposing his perfectly toned stomach. I look down.
“What are you doing?”
He takes my arm and helps me up.
“This.”
He picks me up, cradling me baby-style, and takes a few steps backward. Oh god.
“Nate….”
“CANNON BALL!”
He sprints across the pool deck and leaps into the pool with me in his arms. We plunge beneath the silky surface of the water and a burst of bubbles escapes from my lips as I surface for air.
“Naaaate!” I giggle, and he emerges from under and spits a stream of water at me.
“What? I warned you.”
We both laugh as we bob up and down in the water. It’s probably at least two right now. Oh well. Like it matters!
“Hey Mitchie?” Nate stops laughing. I glance at him.
“Yeah?”
He looks away. “Would you care…if I did this?”
Slowly, he swims closer to me so his face is just inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat as he slowly leans in and presses his lips to mine. I gently loosen up and start to kiss him back. He deepens the kiss and starts exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Wow. I never kissed Shane like this. Ever. And it’s…amazing.
Nate pulls away and looks me in the eye.
“Better than Shane?” He asks.
I smile. “Defenitley better than Shane.”
I grab him and begin to kiss him again, this time not as hesitant. Our legs intertwine underwater, and I think of how perfect the moment is.
I never want it to end.
go shave your back, bitch
WOW justin quoting a john mayer song... nice dude
lmao
dumped for a 5'7" sixteen-year-old boy with a purity ring
OUCH indeed
but seriously
nick > this tool
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nick may be younger but he sure is a lot smarterjustin had the mind of a 7 year old their was no competition
those are probably some of the gayest pictures i have ever seen. haha
Can you PLEASE stop with the shitty fanfic spamming. It's not even good.
My theory is that Billy Ray has/had a crush on Justin and they were doing stufftogether and since Billy loved Wusty soo much he wanted him to get his fifteen minutes. He made Miley go out with him. Remember like the first time we saw him he was on the Ed hardy runway and COINCOINCIDENTALLY Miley was front row licking her lips (hello can u say fake)
and then we heard the rumors of Billy wanting miley and Justin to stay together because e loves wusty so much he wants to keep him famous or else Wusty won't give Billy blow jobs anymore.
Time will tell (I am sure jstin will sell out and do some sort of Miley tell all interview or book) an my theory will be proven correct.
My theory is that Billy Ray has/had a crush on Justin and they were doing stufftogether and since Billy loved Wusty soo much he wanted him to get his fifteen minutes. He made Miley go out with him. Remember like the first time we saw him he was on the Ed hardy runway and COINCOINCIDENTALLY Miley was front row licking her lips (hello can u say fake)
and then we heard the rumors of Billy wanting miley and Justin to stay together because e loves wusty so much he wants to keep him famous or else Wusty won't give Billy blow jobs anymore.
Time will tell (I am sure jstin will sell out and do some sort of Miley tell all interview or book) an my theory will be proven correct.
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I SECOND THIS IDEA
miley dosent desvere u she only used u to get back with nick but youl find a great girl someday the nice preaty and cool everything mi.ley doesnt have
I already asked him about a "tell all book" on twitter and he tweeted
back about two hours later that "you never burn your bridges". Now,
I have no proof that that answer was in response to my tweet, but it
is very possible. He is NOT the "ambitious" type and I don't suspect we
will be seeing any tell-all out of him. Least, I hope not. He can sit
and say anything he wants and then it's he-said, she-said etc.
AHH THE LAST PSALM!
HER MOVIE
THE LAST SONG
AHAHAH<3 LIFE
he's an awesome singer,
and that's all i care about tbh,
i don't care if he's not with miley anymore or whatever,
god he is gay
i love that song! john mayerrrrrrrrr.<3
MANWHORE
i really feel this man's pain and you can try to justify it all you want but miley did kinda of treat this guy bad and i understand why would you break someone's heart if you know how it feels?
that's why i don't think her and nick are going to last because at the end of the day we have to pay for the things we've done and it doesn't matter if they are in love or not that doesn't mean karma isn't gonna come and bite them back
so you can be happy all you want and say he is a famewhore or w/e but if he was i am pretty sure he would have said something by now
he has feelings too and he's human and feels pain too
how would feel if somebody did that to you? not good
so just because you guys are happy that she left him cuz you want niley so bad doesn't mean it was right what she did and you know it's not
the last song :]
I FUCKING HATE MILEY CYRUS
HER LATEST TWEET IS ABOUT THIS FAMEWHORE.
LIKE WTF? YOU ALREADY HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND STILL VENTING ABOUT YOUR EX? SERIOUSLY?
I FEEL SORRY FOR NICK JONAS.
lolz at whoever posted that photoshopped twilight pic.
joe kind of creepily makes a good edward.
sometimes his eyes look almost golden....haha.
and ffs, chill out, it's just john mayer lyrics.
slow dancing in a burning room is my fave song. i tweet lyrics from it all the time, doesn't mean i'm hurting from a breakup.
HE'S WAS SO CUTE AS CHILD
ok he's like mourning over a 16 year old that dumped him
that's pretty disgusting he's 20 for crying out loud
justin is acting like he never will find another girl,
well it might be true because who would want to go out with someone who is 20 something and dated a 16 year old when she was 15 at first, geez i know i wouldnt
Seriously, he dated Miley to get Fame. By giving him this page you are supporting his rise to Fame. So you are pretty much rewarding him for using Miley. I would take this page down...
he is such a fucking freak. famewhore.
That lyric is from Slow Dancing In A Burning Room by John Mayer
I'll date you Justin :] He's so sweet and cute.
HE looks so retarded. Guys his age don't talk that way. I have a feeling he is gay.
WTF?!?! 1, wtf is he doing on here? 2, wtf is he DOING?! He looks like a gay rod in those pics!
why didnt any one call the police when they where dating???lol
wow he is sooooooooooooooooooooo gay and just patheic he just go get a life
Niley is now and FOREVER
its funny how you all you haters say you dont like him ETC. but here you sit and spend your time on here just to talk about him n bash him, if you really didnt care you wouldnt say anything
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