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I had worked through most of the list by the time, my dad came up and sat on the piano bench beside me. ”Which one are you on?” He asked. I sighed and pointed to the sheet music on the piano, and tried to play the melody of ‘You Make my Dreams Come True’ on the piano. It never sounded right. ”It’s going to sound different with the whole band playing behind you. Just worry about the lyrics. As long as you get the first note in at the right time, everything will fall into place. Here… Sing, and I’ll play. Watch your timing” Dad said, then I hosved over a bit, and dad took my place. Then he began playing the music, and I counted in my head, waiting until It was my cue to start. ”What I want, you’ve got, but it might be hard to handle. Like a flame that burns the candle. The candle feeds the flame. What I got—Full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter, and you put them all together. And how, I can’t explain. Well, well you. You’re makin’ my dreams come true.” I sang, then stopped when dad frowned. ”What’d I do?” I asked. My dad just smiled and shook his head, then ruffled my hair. ”Nothing. You sound good, that’s all. Someone your age shouldn’t be able to sing an oldies song like this so well.” He said. I smiled, and shook my hair out so that it went to its normal position, then sorted through my sheet music, and pulled out another song. ”Why don’t you stop for now? Knowing you, you’ve been doing them in the order they are on the list, which means you’ve done a lot.” Dad said. I smiled and nodded, then shuffled all the papers together and put them away neatly into a folder I usually put sheet music I was currently working on, in. Then I put the folder on top of the piano and straddled the piano bench, so that I was facing my dad fully. ”Hey dad? I’m thinking that school is a good idea… I love mom and all, but I just can’t spend my entire high school life locked up in the house with her, and her compulsive cleaning” I said. My dad smiled and put his large hand on my shoulder. ”I know Justin. That’s why I suggested it in the first place. Tomorrow we’ll go get you all registered… And I’ll talk to your mother. Everything’ll work out.” He said, then stood up and walked out of my music room, clomping noisily down the stairs.

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I spent maybe another hour in my music room, just doodling and writing some lines I wanted to make into songs. After a while, my hand was cramping, and I was yawning a lot. So, I stood up and tidied up the small space, then pulled the long chord that hung from the ceiling and turned off the light, before making my way back down stairs. My parents were both sitting on their bed, mom reading a magazine, and dad reading some crazy-huge book which I’d be expected to read after him. I smiled at them both and went into the room. I kissed my mom’s cheek, and gave my dad a hug. Judging by the fact that mom wasn’t angry, I assumed dad hadn’t said anything about me going to school to her yet. ”Good night” I said to both of them, then walked out and closed their door behind me, only catching the end of their muffled ‘good night’ s. I dragged my feet across the soft carpeting and down the stairs that led to ‘my’ floor of the house, and went into my room. I made a bee-line to the bathroom, without even turning on the light, and brushed my teeth fast. Then I combed through my hair with my fingers. With a sigh, I walked from the bathroom and turned off the light, then closed my bedroom door and walked over to my bed. For a while, I just lay there staring out the window, then got up and changed into my plaid pajama bottoms, and a plain blue American Eagle t-shirt. Once changed, I resumed my position on my bed, resting my chin on my crossed arms as I stared out the window, waiting for my eyes to droop, and sleep to take over me. When it wouldn’t, I got frustrated, and finally flung my covers off myself and stepped out of bed. I crossed my room and pulled on some socks, and whatever shoes I could find that were the same. With a deep breath, I crossed my room and got on my bed again, and opened my window, letting the cool night air hit my face for a minute, before I grabbed my sweater, and threw it out the window, and into the bushes somewhere. I had been hoping it would land on the roof outside my window, but shrugged and looked around for where it had gone.

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Once I had the spot of my sweater imprinted in my mind, I listened for sounds, and only heard the soft snoring my dad made. My hands were shaking, but I ignored them and stuck my head out the window slowly. Then my shoulders and my torso. From there, I was stuck. I knew I just had to get my lower half out the window, but if I leaned too far forward, I’d fall out the window, off the roof and into the bushes. I’d also end up breaking something, which wouldn’t be too convenient for hopping around on stage. So, I closed my eyes and breathed in the clean, night-time Toronto air, then opened my eyes and leaned forward, and to the side slightly, then pulled one leg out the window. I did the same thing with my other leg, and eventually I was sitting on the roof outside my window, breathing heavily. I was so afraid that I was gonna get caught sneaking out, so I quickly grabbed a stick off the roof, and put it on the window sill. I closed the window as quietly as I could, and made sure that the stick held it open enough that I could open the window again when I got back. Then, checking to make sure the coast was clean, I quickly climbed down from the roof, and landed on the grass with a light thud. I quickly grabbed my sweater, and pulled it on, before running across the lawn, and down my street, waiting until I was out of view from my house, before I slowed to a walk. I pulled my iPod touch out of my sweater pocket, not realizing that it had been there until I put my hand in my pocket, and put the headphones in. Then I pressed play and smiled as a Goo Goo Dolls song came on. I walked to the beat of the song, and felt refreshed as the night air surrounded me, on my walk towards the park.

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The walk to the park was quick, and I was surprised by how much I enjoyed walking at night. Once I was through the gates of the park, I didn’t spend any time gazing around at the spookyness of the completely silent, yet beautiful area that lay before. Instead, I just cut straight across the park, and through the trees, to the small clearing where the cherry blossom was. Now, although I made it to, and through the park without stopping, when I stepped into the clearing, I had to stop. I was in total awe of how beautiful the tree was. It was almost as if the little pink blossoms on it were glowing, and the scent of the tree filled the space easily, whipping around me like a flower-scented tornado as the wind blew. I shook my head slowly, and pulled out my iPod, using the build in camera to take a picture of the tree. Then, I tucked my iPod safely into my pocket and walked over to the tree. It was waaaaay bigger than any of the ones in my backyard, and I was once again afraid of falling out and… dying. But, I just took a deep breath and reached for the branch I’d seen Pat swing on earlier, and pulled myself up. I moved around a little, and positioned myself so that I couldn’t be seen. Then, I pulled my hood over my head, and turned my iPod volume up a little. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, letting the smells of the park clear my head and calm me down. I thought back to the events which had happened earlier that day, in the tree with Pat, and wished that I had more time to get to know her. She seemed down to earth… Not so crazed, or worried about what was going to happen to her, like the other girls that wasted their lives chasing me around. I sighed, and rested the back of my head against the tree, still thinking about Pat and her crazy, ninja tree-climbing/hiding skills, as I fell asleep, surprisingly cozy in the little nest of branches and flowers that surrounded me.

чσυ ωσи мє σvєr, ιи иσ тιмє αт αℓℓ

[pumpkinqueen4u]

::======>>❛I'm your Tomboy❜

❝I keep doing my own т н ι ɴ ɢ . . . ❞

ραt ƒαωη ∂ɘvɘrɘυx

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I had a strange dream that night. I dreamed that I was in the park, it was late at night, and the lamposts casted bright twinkling lights across the surface of the little pond. It looked very pretty from where I sat. I was swinging on the playground right next to the pond, so I got the perfect view of the entire park under the beautiful illumination of the lamposts. As I sat swinging, my dress (what a weird dream...) fluttered against my skin. It was wrinkled and dirty in places, like I'd been playing in the park with it on. But I didn't seem to mind, just sat there swinging for a while. Then I heard this weird rustling sound from behind me, and I turned to stare at the woods behind me, alarmed. The leaves in a tree were shaking, moving about like someone was up in its branches, then I saw a figure drop from out from that same spot. They landed quietly on their feet, and when they approached the playground, the lampost's light shone on his face. It was that boy from earlier, the one who'd tucked a beautiful cherry blossom in my hair and run off. I was a bit startled, but I smiled slightly as he came up and leaned against the metal support beam by my swing. "So, you learned how to climb trees?" He returned my smile with a dazzling one of his own and nodded. Sort of an imp-like grin, like he'd just made a point or won an argument. I grinned wider,"Well, that's good. I won't have to pull you up into that cherry tree anymore." He didn't respond, but just looked at me funny. Well, not in a funny way, but I had no idea what his expression meant. I turned a gazed over the pond again, since he didn't seem up for conversation, quietly kicking the ground to start myself swinging again. After a moment, I felt a light pressure at my back, and the boy was pushing me, imp-ish grin restored when he saw me turning around. I stared behind me for a while as I drew closer, closer, closer, then he pushed and I was flying away... Only to get closer, closer, and closer again. I thought about something to say, but then I just let it go. It was kinda nice, the rhythmic sway of my hair in the wind, the light pressure of surprisingly strong hands on my shoulders every few seconds, the sensation of flying. I closed my eyes and just let him push me for who knows how long. But it didn't last. Eventually the sky became lighter and lighter, and when the sunrise finally peaked out, he stopped pushing me. I didn't do anything to keep myself going either, so I came to a halt after a moment. Confused, I turned and looked at him behind me, but the boy was heading back toward the trees, where he'd appeared from in what seemed like ages ago. "Wait! Where are you going?" I asked, getting off of the swing and begining to follow him out to the trees. He looked over his shoulder at me, but pointed straight ahead into the woods. Maybe he had somewhere to be... A bit sad, I asked,"Um, do you have to go now?" He stopped and faced me, nodding with a sad look in his eye. I sighed, and when he turned around again, I just stared after him. He kept walking and walking, and I finally remembered something I had wanted to know earlier. Just as he was disappearing into the folage, I shouted after him,"Wait! Can you at least tell me your name?" I thought I saw him turn his head, but it was too dark in the woods to tell. Then, without answering, he vanished into the forest...
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I was shaken awake that morning by Lizzi, who groggily told me that if I didn't get myself ready now I'd be late for school, and if I was late, she wasn't going to wait for me. "Mmmghhhhnn, fine." I rolled off the bed and onto the floor, picking myself up and grabbing a random pair of jeans laying around. I borrowed a ponytailer from Lizzi's dresser then picked around in her pajama drawer for a good t-shirt to borrow as well. Then I trumped off into the bathroom, taking a quixk five minute shower to get rid of the morning funk feeling. Throwing on the jeans, t-shirt, and then putting my still wet hair in a quick ponytail, I headed downstiars ahead of Lizzi and Tim, who were either getting dressed or taking a shower after me. I went straight for the pantry after entering the kitchen, pulling out my box of lucky charms (they were mine, I paid for them, literally.) and dumping them into the first plastic container I could find laying around. When my cereal was prepared, I numbly chewed and chewed it down, staring into space as I thought about that dream over and over. Well, the parts I remember. I do know that it took place in the park, where I was swinging, and someone had jumped out of a tree. Weird... What does that mean? I thought nervously, hardly conscious of the fact that my cereal was dry because I was so spacey I forgot to add milk. When Lizzi made her way downstairs, she looked at me flatly, eating my dry cereal- totally oblivous- then simply reached into the fridge and pulled out the milk carton to fill my bowl. "Hey, Pat. Wake up. You're being stupid." She snapped her fingers in front of my dazed eyes, bringing me to earth. "Oh, sorry. What did you say?" Lizzi rolled her eyes then got herself some cereal, ignoring me question. I shrugged then went back to my lucky charms. Except that by then I'd eaten all of my cereal dry, and my bowl only had milk in it. "God, I'm so slow in the mornings," I sighed with annoyance before downing the milk. Lizzi snorted to keep from spitting out her cereal as she laughed at me. I whapped her upside the head before heading into the hall and pulling on my shoes and hoodie. "Hey, I'm heading out early today. I want to make it to school before Melissa and Jaqui get there. They can't bother me in homeroom." I heard Lizzi 'Mhmm,' through her cereal, then I waved behind me and stepped out of the house.
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I slid into the driver's seat of my car and turned it on, letting it warm up a bit before finally backing out of the drive and heading to school. Since I lived around the corner from school, and Lizzi didn't live too far from me, I made it to school in all of three minutes. The school parking lot was empty, and I hoped I wasn't so early that the doors were still locked as I pulled into me usual spot. When I parked and got out, I found that there was light coming from the school windows, so the doors were definitely unlocked. Some teachers were already here. I rushed in, heading straight for my locker. When I finally reached it, I spun the dial boredly, quickly opening it and pulling out textbooks for first and second block and the little backpack I'd shoved into my locker yesterday before I ran off to the park. I shut my locker and stuffed my textbooks into the bag. Slinging it over my shoulder, I decided to head to homeroom, which is on the second floor. From my locker, I have to pass the SCA room to reach the stairs, and Melissa and Jaqui, in efforts to build their status or reputation, are a part of it. So, if I want to start this day peacefully, I would avoid that room at all costs. But I als need to know if those two were even at school yet. So I crept up to the SCA room and peeked inside the small window in the door. It was black inside. Whew, safe. Then I dashed off and bounded up stairs, in a slightly better mood already.

❝ . . .I don't need your α ρ ρ ʀ o v α ℓ, α c c ε ρ т α ɴ c ε. I just need your α т т ε ɴ т ι o ɴ . . . ❞

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A violent shiver ran through me, and I swear to god, if I hadn’t woken up right then, I would have fallen completely out of the tree, and onto the ground with a thud. I clutched the tree branch tightly, and took a deep breath, before I hoisted myself back up onto the branch. I stifled a huge cat-like yawn, not wanting to waste valuable oxygen, and looked around. The sky had a slightly pinkish tint to it, but was still kinda dark. With a sigh, I checked my watch and felt my eyes go wide as I saw what time is was. It was like… 5:30 am. ”s**t” I muttered to myself, then shifted positions and leaped out of the tree, landing kind of unsteadily on my feet. I’d actually fallen asleep in a tree? Really, Justin? As I made my way back through the trees, I pulled twigs and blossoms from my hair, and thought about last night. I only remembered climbing into the tree, getting comfortable, then dreaming. Sadly, I couldn’t remember my dream now, but only little bits of it. I was like, 5 or someting? And me and my parents were at some amusment park. I was crying about something... But I couldn't remember exactly what. I think it was because I wanted to go on the roller coaster, but I was too scared. When my parents told me that I'd regret not going on it, I told them I couldn't. Then they looked me straight in the eye, and said 'Justin, you can do anything you want. You just have to know you can, otherwise you're just convincing yourself things that aren't true. If you think you can do something, then you can. You're the only one stopping you'. I slightly remember that day. Even now, when 11 years later. I remember so clearly, how once they'd said that, I stared at the roller coaster and tried convincing myself that it wasn't that scary. Thinking back now, I knew it wasn't even scary. It was just one of those roller coasters that little kids went on. The ones that were like... Asian-style Dragons, that went around really fast in a circle with some dips, here and there. Really not that terrifying, but at the time I was ready to s**t myself. Anyway, I ended up going on it, and when i got off I felt so good. Like I really could do anything I wanted. That's how I got where I was now. I wanted something, but I was afraid I couldn't do it. Then my dad said 'Justin, if you want to be a singer, just go for it. The worst that'll happen, is that they'll say no'. I've been living by that ever since then, and that's why the dream was so important to me. I remembered, right before I fell asleep, that I was thinking about Pat. I was wondering to myself if I'd ever see her again... Or if I even wanted to. I'd decided I did, but didn't think I'd ever see her again. The dream must have meant something Telling me that if I really wanted to, and knew I could, that I'd see Pat again. I would see Pat again. I was now sure of it.

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I began walking as I pulled the last blossom from my hair, smiling as I remembered just the day before, when Pat had pulled the last blossom from my hair. I sighed, and shook my head, wishing that the dopey smile on my face could be shaken away. But it wouldn’t. I smiled down at my hand, and twirled the little flower between my fingers before I sighed, and tossed it into the tree’s somewhere. Then I picked up my pace and walked quickly through the tree’s. I had to get home before mom and dad woke up. I walked quickly down the street, afraid that someone might see me in my pajamas, and like… take embarrassing pictures. But then I realized, that anyone who actually cared… Would still be sleeping. Like I should be… the voice inside my mind muttered sarcastically to me. I rolled my eyes and looked up at the windows of some houses, and smiled when I saw a girl, about 12, looking down at me in shock. I gave her a little wave, then pulled my hood over my head, and walked a bit faster. When I finally got to my street, I felt relieved. Everyone on my street knew me, and was used to me, so I could walk around and no one would really care. A few of my neighbors called hello’s to me, from their porches, and I smiled, and gave them slight waves before I bounced up the steps to my own house, and made it look like I was looking for my key. ”lost your key, Justin?” my elderly neighbor asked from her porch. I jumped a little, and looked up at her, then smiled sheepishly, and nodded. My room was at the front of my house, so it was hard to be inconspicuous, and get into the house without being caught. I should have realized this last night, and grabbed my key before I left, but I hadn’t… And now I was locked out. ”Yeah… Forgot my key” I muttered, then shook out my hair and looked back at the door, wondering if we’d hidden a key somewhere. ”Snuck out, didn’tcha, you naughty boy” She said. I laughed, and resisted the urge to run as far away from this woman as I could. ”Just go back in the way you exited. You can use my latter, if you must. I’ll pretend I never saw you” She said, then winked at me.

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About 15 minutes later, I was tucked back up in bed, window closed, shoes and sweater off, iPod still playing in my ears. I had used my neighbors latter, and climbed back through my window. Then she somehow got the latter back into her garage. I could feel myself slipping back into the daze I always went into right before falling asleep. What felt like seconds later, my dad was shaking me awake, finding the scent of his cologne before I found his face. I smiled sleepily at him, and he ruffled my already messy bedhead. ”Do we have to go now?” I asked my dad, who just laughed. ”We aren’t leaving now, but you gotta get up now. We have an appointment with the principle at 10:30, and it’s 9:50. So geddup, and get ready. The drive is about twenty minutes” He said, then gave my messy hair one more ruffle, before he left. I sighed, and sat up. I’d slept a lot more then I had planned. I sighed and sat up, looking at myself in the mirror across from my bed. ”Jesus…” I muttered as I looked at my tired face and messy hair, which was indeed, sticking up in every direction. ”Thanks dad…” I said, then got out of bed and walked to my bathroom. I took a fast shower, then shook out my hair, drying it best I could. I left the bathroom, thankful to be out of the steam that was making me kind of dizzy, and went through my closet till I found something somewhat nice to wear. I dried myself off quickly, then pulled on some clean boxers, gray jeans and a light blue button up shirt. ”Ready, Justin?” My dad called from the main floor. ”Yeah, almost!” I replied as I ran to the bathroom to brush my teeth. ”Justin! Hurry up!” my dad called about 5 minutes later. I rolled my eyes and wiped my mouth, before slipping on some black converse, and half running-half tripping down the stairs. ”Ready!” I said to him with a smile. Dad just rolled his eyes and walked to the front door, opening it and gesturing for me to exit. I gave him a quick salute, then jogged down to the car, smiling at my neighbor, who winked at me from her porch, as I did up my seatbelt. ”Lets go!” I said to my dad as he got into the car, and gave me a reassuring smile.

чσυ ωσи мє σvєr, ιи иσ тιмє αт αℓℓ

[pumpkinqueen4u]

::======>>❛I'm your Tomboy❜

❝I keep doing my own т н ι ɴ ɢ . . . ❞

ραt ƒαωη ∂ɘvɘrɘυx

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Lucky for me, Melissa's threats the day before were just empty threats and Jaquie had had enough fun taunting and humiliating me for the week (hopefully), so school wasn't as perilous as I'd thought it would be. When I was heading to my locker after lunch, I had to pass the same bathroom I'd been shoved in, and at that same moment Jaquie and Melissa, surrounded by their snobby clique, were in the hallway. Jaquie acted like I wasn't even there, but Melissa jeered at me. She said really stupid stuff like maybe I was a cross-dresser or transvestite. I tensed up, on guard in case they decided they wanted to try throwing me back into the restroom, but they left me alone. After they'd passed, I sighed with relief. A transvestite? I'm surprised she knows what that is... The day had been going by agonizingly slow before that, but once I was sure I was safe, it was like some giant holding the remote control of life had hit 'fast forward.' Fourth period whizzed by quickly, so I was skipping out to the school parking lot before I knew it.
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Lizzi was already waiting by my car, and when I saw her she was leaning against the door boredly, looking over at the buses. "Hey. Sorry, made you wait." She just shrugged and when I unlocked her car door slid into the passenger seat, tossing her backpack into the backseat. I copied her before buckling up and heading to the house. Well, this time it was my house. It was a matter of minutes before we pulled up to the house, but Lizzi hadn't said a word, just stared out of the window the whole ride. I didn't say anything either, but I thought something was up. Does it have something to do with Sandy's wedding...? When we got out I asked her about it, and she just said,"Oh, you'll find out in a second." She wasn't sad or anything, more like guilty. I frowned but followed her up to the door, staring her down in hopes of maybe getting her to talk. But she said nothing, and when we were in the door, with me taking my shoes off and Lizzi standing there, almost waiting for something, my mom burst onto the scene. She practically flung herself down the stairs to meet me and Lizzi, purse flailing in random directions, threatening to smack anyone too close to her as she ran. When my mom met us at the bottom step, she had a satisfied smile on her face. "Hello, girls. We need to head out right now if we're going to make it to that sale at Belk's, so go ahead and turn around and head back to the car. I'll be right out as soon as I can find me other shoe... I stared at her as she stepped away from the stairs and started searching around for her other shoe, the one that matches her green sequined flat she had on her left foot. Lizzi turned to the door and let herself out again, obediently returning to the car. "Um, mom? Where are we going, exactly? And what in the world is a belk?" My scatterbrained mom didn't look up from the floor as she flung pairs of shoes around, desperately searching for the green sequined one. "Why, we're taking you shopping! You need a dress for Sandy's wedding Friday, right?" I blinked, numb. I hated shopping. Like, with a passion. This seemingly good day had been ruined with my mom's uttering of the word 'shopping.'
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The shopping trip was absolutely awful. Mom kept reminding me as we traveled from store to store that this was my sister's big day, and that I should do my best to make it special for her instead of being selfish and refusing to wear a dress. "There'll be lots of Jason's younger cousins there. Many of them boys. So look at this as a chance to maybe catch yourself a boyfriend. It would be nice if you got around to flirting with boys, especially since you're already sixteen," mom told me as I grumbled behind the door of one of many stores' dressing rooms. I winced as she said that, it just... It sounded so weird when she said it like that. "Mom, didn't you just say this was Sandy's big day? Wouldn't it be rude if I only came so that I could flirt around?" I sort of strangled out the word 'flirt,' seeing how unlikely it was that I'd be flirting with anyone. Mom didn't reply, and Lizzi was just staying out of it, so I left it at that.It seemed like we visited every department store in the area, trying on hundreds upon hundreds of dresses that looked so beautiful while on the rack then turned out fitting on me awkwardly when I tried them on. Some of the dresses were very expensive, even though I looked ok in them, so we couldn't get those ones either. There was this one dress, it was so hideous, that mom had me try on. It had this really long train behind it, and it was a light beige color. Attached all over it were many tiny green seed beads of various shades, and when I put it on... I looked like I'd made a dress out of mold found in the basement. Me and Lizzi didn't stop laughing until four stores and twenty dresses later. But eventually we came to this store called 'Infamous.' All three of us, my mom, Lizzi, and me, stared at the sign above the door with a confused expression on our faces. Who would name a store that sells elegant dresses 'Infamous?' But that store was where we found the absolute perfect dress. It was very simple, not flashy or revealing, and was a pretty dark green color. When I tried it on, it looked the very same on me as it did when on the rack (which was actually a huge improvement from other dresses I'd tried on), and it was only around thirty bucks. It was only the first dress in the store I'd tried on, but it was a unanimous vote that we buy this dress. For me, I voted for this one because I fit into it properly and I just wanted this shopping trip to end as soon as possible. Next, we moved onto the shoes to go with it, and Lizzi found this pair of black velvet flats. They had them in my size, and they went with the dress, so I didn't bother looking at any other shoes. Mom went up to the register and bought both the dark green dress and velvet shoes while Lizzi and I went out to the car.
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"Thank God! Its finally over! My feet are killing me from all that walking," I complained when we finally made it home. It was pretty late, around ten thirty. My mom just sighed, she'd fought with me all afternoon in the stores, so she didn't bother rebuking me. Lizzi had been dropped off at her house before we came home because she had too much homework in bio to hang out tonight, so I was all alone tonight. Well, besides mom. I carried my new dress and shoes up to my room, laying them out on my bed lazily. I didn't want to put them into my closet just yet, especially since both the dress and the shoes would look out of place there. I only had my vans and etinees on the floor and a few ripped up jackets I used to skate in hanging at the top. Next to that kinda stuff, they'd look rather shabby. I shut my door and headed downstairs to where my mom was digging through a bin in the hallway closet. "Um... Mom? What're you looking for?" I asked, bending down next to her on the floor. Without looking up from the contents of the bin, she answered,"Oh, something I'd forgotten I had... Ah, here it is!" She pulled her hand out and in it was this beautiful silver comb. It looked so delicate, like the flowers that decorated it could fall apart if you touched them. I blinked, not understanding why exactly she would go looking for this. I mean, I'd seen the dress Sandy was planning to wear for her wedding before, in a picture, and this comb didn't match. Besides, she couldn't wear it under the veil anyway. Then my mom held out the delicate comb to me. "Here, you can wear this with your dress to spruce it up some." Without thinking, I took the comb from her and stared at it in my hands. "Um... Mom? I have absolutely no clue as to how to wear this, and things like this don't look good on me anyway so... why don't you wear it?" I tried giving it back, but mom pushed my hand away gently. "Pat, since when did ppretty things not look good on you? I think you're just too selfconscious. Now, I want you to wear this, ok? Please. For me?" I looked at her, then down to the comb, then back at her again, unsure. I mean, I didn't exactly agree that it would look right, but how can you refuse a pleading face like that? My mom was like the queen of puppy dog eyes. I sighed, but nodded and gripped the comb. My mom smiled wide, satified. "Now, there are some other things I want you to wear with that outfit as well. You can borrow me silver star earrings and I think Lizzi said she had a necklace she wanted you to have. Now, run upstairs and get my earrings out of the medicine cabinet." My mom then promptly stood up and shoved the bin back into the hallway closet, walking away before I had the chance to protest. Wasn't it enough that I agreed to wear the comb? But I obeyed, and trumped upstairs after the earrings.
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When I'd finally put all my things either on my dresser or into the closet (the comb and earrings on the dresser, shoes and dress in the closet), I set out to getting ready for bed. I only pulled off the jeans I'd taken from Lizzi and put on some pajama bottoms before I was dressed for bed, since I was wearing a t-shirt anyway. Then I went back downstairs and made myself I quick sandwich, scarfing it down so I could brush my teeth. My mom had already disappeared into her room, the only room in the house I was forbidden to enter passed ten o'clock, so I couldn't really talk to her about all the accessories she was torturing me with. I could only throw out the bread crusts and dump my plate into the sink before trumping upstairs again and brushing my teeth. After that, I went to my room, closing the door behind me, and flopping onto my bed. Already tired, I rolled around for a minute to get comfy before I ultimately fell asleep.

❝ . . .I don't need your α ρ ρ ʀ o v α ℓ, α c c ε ρ т α ɴ c ε. I just need your α т т ε ɴ т ι o ɴ . . . ❞

[ilyuhh]

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Arriving at the new school was a little scary for me. Classes were already in session when I arrived, but that didn’t mean kids weren’t milling around. As me and my dad climbed the front steps to Neil McNeil, my future high school (private, all boys… ‘Course….), some kids stared me down. Others just stared at me in shock. Some even smiled at me… as if they were encouraging me to stay calm, or were trying to make me feel welcome. I gulped, and glanced around at the huge brick building, with ivy growing along the sides. My dad squeezed my shoulder, and I gave him a shaky smile. ”Bummed about the lack of female presence here?” He asked, picking up on my not-so-excited mood. I smirked and nodded, although that wasn’t my problem. How come I was so able to go on stage, and perform with all my heart, yet I wasn’t all too confident about meeting the principle of this new school? I sighed, and walked the almost empty halls with my dad. The school itself looked pretty easy to manage, but the amount of glares I was getting was a lot more than the amount of smiles. With a sigh, I looked down at my shoes and shuffled along. ”I think we’re lost, bud” my dad said, stopping us in the middle of a hallway. I smiled at him and shook my head. ”leave it to you to get us lost…” I said. My dad smirked at me and ruffled my hair… Again. I sent him a glare, but sighed and spun around in a circle, trying to figure out where we had to go. ”You folks seem lost. Can I help with anything?” a slightly timid male voice said from somewhere down the hall. My back at been to him, so I spun back around, and smiled at the kid, who was now just staring at me with wide eyes.

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I gave him a smile and stepped forward. ”Hi! I’m Justin, and yeah… We’re totally lost. Can you point us in the direction of the main office?” I asked. The kid shook his head, as if shaking off the starstruck…ness… And smiled politely at me. ”yeah sure. Come with me, I was on my way there anyway… So… You’re that Justin Bieber kid, eh?” He said. I bit my lip, uncomfortable with the direction the conversation had taken, but nodded anyway. ”Must be crazy. Having all those girls chasing you around 24/7. Must be like a dream come true… “ He said, then continued muttering something about me being so lucky. I just walked beside him, unsure of what to say, as he continued rambling on about how lucky I was to have girls out the ears. ”Justin doesn’t do what he does so that he have hordes of girls after him. He does it, because it’s something he enjoys, and it’s something he’s good at. Please keep in mind, that he works very hard for what he does, and he worked even harder to get to where he is.” My dad said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. I could tell the guy had no idea what so say back, so I just glared at my dad and smiled. ”True that what I do is hard, but the girls definitely make it worth it” I said, laughing. Luckily, he laughed with me, meaning that I had somehow managed to clear the awkward air my dad had made. Even if I didn’t exactly mean what I said, the guy seemed satisfied with my answer, and went on to tell me all about the crazy teachers, and about the gross food in the cafeteria. He still hadn’t told me his name, which was starting to bother me… He seemed friendly enough, and it would be nice to have a friend from the beginning, but maybe he had his own friends? Didn’t want to be held responsible for me?

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”Well, here we are. Good luck with everything, Justin. I’ll see you on Monday, I guess” He said, then turned from the office. I just stood there, confused. He had said he needed to go to the office, but he just left the second we’d gotten there? I shook my head and was about to step into the Principles office, which was just inside the main office, when the guy came running back. ”My name’s Alec, by the way.” He said to me, then ran back off towards class. ”Strange kid…” I said, shaking my head slowly. ”You did good Justin… I’m sorry I made things awkward, but you did a good job of clearing things up. I think you’ll do great at school” Dad said, then gave me a smile and walked into the Principles office. I smiled to myself, and followed him in, getting comfy in one of the large armchairs, then we began the wait while the Principle did Principle-y things… When the meeting was finally over, I had my schedule, my agenda, and my uniform had been sized. They were going to send it to the house sometime over the weekend. Now, even though I’m open to most clothes the uniform was definitely… Not good. Not good at all. The pants were black dress pants (I’d probably just wear black jeans), some gross maroon coloured dress coat, a white button up shirt, and a gold and maroon tie. The reason I hadn’t noticed the grossness of the uniform on Alec, was because Alec was wearing black jeans, instead of the dress pants, and he wasn’t wearing the yucky jacket. He was just wearing the white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, with his tie. I’d probably do the same… The ride home was quite awkward actually. Dad didn’t seem up to talking, and I’m pretty sure he was dying of hunger. But I, on the other hand, was hyper, and couldn’t wait for Monday. Or Friday, even. It wasn’t a huge show, and I wasn’t gonna have people grabbing at me from below the stage. It wouldn’t even be a very high stage, which was good, since sometimes I get really excited while performing, and get really close to falling off the stage. Wouldn’t it be embarrassing if I was singing at the wedding and just… fell off the stage? That’d suck… So much. When we finally got home, I was almost bouncing in my seat. After dad stopped the car, I tore off my seatbelt and bolted from the car to the front door. I was hopping from foot to foot while my dad walked up the porch to the house. ”…Too much energy” He muttered as he shoved the key into the lock. ”No such thing as too much energy. Not for Justin Bieber, anyway” I said after he unlocked the door. Then I ran all the way up to the top floor of the house, and locked the door. Then I spent the rest of the day and evening just working on my songs, and the wedding play list. I had all the songs almost perfected, when my eyes finally gave in, and my face smashed against the piano, as I fell asleep. At some point, my body went entirely limp, and I slid off the piano bench, onto the carpeted floor… But I was only awake for a second, before sleep finally took over me again.

чσυ ωσи мє σvєr, ιи иσ тιмє αт αℓℓ

[pumpkinqueen4u]

::======>>❛I'm your Tomboy❜

❝I keep doing my own т н ι ɴ ɢ . . . ❞

ραt ƒαωη ∂ɘvɘrɘυx

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There was this annoying buzzing sound, and it wouldn't stop. I left it alone for a minute, maybe it would shut up and go away, so I buried my face deeper into my pillow and attempted to return to my dream... But the buzzing didn't stop. "Ugh, shut up! Shut up!" I grabbed my pillow and threw it behind me, directing it at the small machine on my nightstand making that racket. Although my goal was to make the noise stop, all the giant pillow did was succeed in knocking over my entire nightstand, which toppled over to the floor with an echoing bang. This had my fully awake, and also woke up my mom, which meant that I'd probably get an earful at the table this morning. Sitting up reluctantly, I flipped my hair out of my face and swung myself out of bed. Trudging to my bathroom, I mumbled angrily to myself, totally ignoring the little table on the floor. "...And I was having that dream again, too... Jeez." The morning went by in a blur after I had my shower, since I'd finally woken myself up enough to hurry out the door. If I didn't get out of the house a.s.a.p. mom was going to meet me in the kitchen and practically chew my ear off about making so much noise so early in the morning, and I'd be late for school.
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School was... Well, it was school. Melissa and Jaquie didn't torture me, but they also didn't forget to trip me in the hallway while I was making my way toward the stairs. Lucky me I grabbed the railing before I went sailing down the stairs to my death. My books weren't as lucky, though, and I had to get a tardy to my next class because I spent the entire time in-between bells running up and down the stairs gathering my papers. This was going too far to be regular bullying. If I didn't tell someone about the incident with the stairs, I might actually end up getting hurt very, very badly. But I couldn't go to the principle directly, I mean, not only would that make me a an annoying prat, but that would also make it look like I was an immature little girl who can't handle her own problems. I'd have to find a way to trick Melissa (Jaquie is too smart to fall for anything) into doing something outrageous in front of the principle or on camera to both keep my name clear, and to gain the trust of the principle (because even if I told him what happened, he wouldn't believe me). So after that I spent the rest of the school day plotting how to do that.
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When I was finally released from academic prison for the day and had made it home, my mom stopped me at the door again like the day before. "Ok, today is the wedding rehearsal, so you don't have to wear the dress yet. But you will wear the dress tomorrow, right?" She had such a scary gleam in her eye that I was wondering what she'd do to me if I refused. I nodded quietly and followed her out to the car and we drove off to some recreational lodge, where half the weddings of residents in this place were held. My sis and Jason were here already, with Jason in his tux and Sandy wearing a simple blue evening gown (which looked like it belonged on runway). I felt grossly under-dressed. I was still in my jeans and t-shirt. Good thing I wasn't actually a part of the wedding, and all I had to do was practice standing up and looking at Sandy as she walked down the aisle and practice sitting quietly and staring, pretending to be interested as they took their vows for a few hours. Oh, and I was supposed to be an escort, where you take people's arms and guide them to a seat? Yeah, that. It was so embarrassing, because my mom wanted me to do this disgusting bootie-walk as I practiced escorting this elderly man that I think was Jason's great-grandpa. I refused to do it. I wanted to scream at mom "For goodness sake, this is a wedding, Mom! Your daughter's wedding!" But I held my tongue and did the skankish walk, vowing that on Friday I wouldn't so much as sway my body or dance after this embarrassing display. After about four hours, the wedding rehearsal was over and I got to go home. I was exhausted, my hips ached, and I couldn't wait to get my homework over and done with so that I could get some sleep. Mom was busting me out of school early for the wedding, so if I didn't rest up now, I'd miss my chance and end up falling asleep in the pews. Mom was picking me up during third bell, before english (which I'm passing, by the way), which is when I do my catch-up sleeping. I did my homework in a rush, and I probably made some really stupid mistakes on my bio worksheet, but I just needed to get it over with. Dinner was really quiet, since mom was still mad about my reluctance to do what she called a 'cute and girly prance.' I couldn't believe her, how could she not see how slutty that walk was? I let it go, though, I didn't want to wind up grounded, so I just stuffed all the green beans left on my plate into my mouth and rinsed my plate in the sink before hurrying up the stairs. "'Night, Patrice!" mom called up after me. I winced at the stupid name she'd cursed me with, but I was too tired to yell that back to her, so I just let it go, too. I was letting a lot of things slide today, huh. I took a nice, long, steaming shower, rinsing all my sore spots away, before wrapping my hair in a towel and throwing on a fresh t-shirt and running to my bedroom. I quietly shut the door and threw myself down on the mattress, quickly retreating under the covers before my feet got cold, and I searched for the remote to the tiny t.v. on my dresser. Oh, that's right. It was on the nightstand... With an irritated sigh, I crawled out of my bed again and reached down to where my nightstand still lay on the floor. I pulled it upright and picked up the things that had been dislodged from it, like the alarm clock and the plastic vase of fake flowers (mom's doing). I felt around in the darkness for the remote, and when I finally had it in my grasp I zoomed back under the sheets and flicked on the t.v. I ended up watching The Titanic until I finally feel asleep.

❝ . . .I don't need your α ρ ρ ʀ o v α ℓ, α c c ε ρ т α ɴ c ε. I just need your α т т ε ɴ т ι o ɴ . . . ❞

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”Maybe he’s dead?” I heard a female voice say, but ignored her and continued to snore. I was pretty sure that I was drooling on the floor, and that I probably looked like a dead fish with my cheek pressed against the floor, and my mouth hanging open. Someone poked me and I flinched, let out a long groan, and wiped some drool from the corner of my mouth before I went back to sleep. I heard a few sighs, then crashing and banging and the piano. ”Shut up!” I muttered, but by now there was no chance of me falling back into that really restful sleep, where you don’t even know that you’re asleep. So I just lifted my head and rubbed my eyes, suddenly realizing that I’d actually fallen asleep on the floor. First the tree, now the floor… I thought to myself and ran my fingers through my hair sleepily, only paying attention when I heard my moms laughter. I glared at her and looked out the window. It was surprisingly bright, which told me it was pretty late in the morning. ”What time is it?” I asked, suddenly very, very hungry. My mom just ignored me and continued laughing, causing my glare to become more pronounced. ”Mom!” I said. Finally, she pulled herself together, but still let out a few chuckles here and there. ”I’m sorry honey… It’s just that uh… You have a carpet print on your face” She said, then doubled over laughing again. I sighed and stood up, pushing past her to go down the stairs. After I was back in my room, I collapsed on my bed and tried to go back to sleep, but the clock said it was 11:40, which told me that sleeping more was not a good idea. So, I got up and walked into my bathroom. I took a fast shower, and came out smelling soapy and clean. I dried myself off, then wrapped my towel around my waist. I shook out my hair, and smiled at my reflection. Then I stepped out of the bathroom, found some clean underwear, and continued getting dressed in black slim jeans, a white t-shirt and a purple cardigan.

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Humming to myself, I went down the stairs and smiled at my mom in the kitchen, who was making me a grilled cheese sandwich. ”I love you” I said to her, as I grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge and sat down at out breakfast nook. Mom smiled and shook her head. ”No, you love it when I make you sandwiches” She said. I faked shock, and clutched my chest, as if I were hurt. ”Mom! I can’t believe you’d say that!” I said, then continued speaking just as she was about to answer. ”It’s pronounced ‘sammiches’. Not sandwiches. Eeesh” I said, then opened my coke and took a long drink. My mom placed my sandwich in front of me, and then sat across from me. I took a hasty bite, and looked at her as I chewed, knowing that she was waiting to say something. ”Dad said that you have to work on your set list for tomorrow night. He said he wants me to help you, since he has to work.” She said. I nodded, and took another bite. ”I looked over the list while you were sleeping. You did a good job of combining their songs with your songs, and songs of your choice. I’m sorry your father and I can’t be there” She said. I shrugged, and then began to wonder how long she’d been watching me sleep. ”It’s fine. I mean, I understand. It’s a wedding. I’m there for entertainment. I’ll be fine.” I said, then took a long drink of coke. My mom smiled at me, then frowned. ”So… Why were you sleeping on the floor?” She asked. I shrugged and popped the last piece of the first half of my sandwich into my mouth. ”I was practicing, and just fell asleep.” I said. My mom shrugged and waited for me to finish my sandwich, before taking the plate and washing it while I drained my can of coke.

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Once I was done eating, and my mom was done her compulsive cleaning of the kitchen, the two of us went up to my music room, where I sat at the piano and played the songs I was still having trouble remembering the lyrics to. ”I’d give you today, but it’s not mine yet. I’d ask you to stay here with me til then. I think I’m falling for you. I just wanna look in your eyes and see, all that you have looking back at me. I think tonight, I love you” I sang, while my mom held the lyrics. ”I like your songs better” She said. I stretched out my fingers and began flipping through my folder of music, trying to find another song that I was having trouble with. ”I can’t sing about Math, or divorce or anything like that at a wedding, mom. Plus, they hired me to entertainment. Not just for the entertainment of the young girls, but for the entertainment of everyone. Not everyone can dance to One Time” I said, then handed her more sheet music, and started singing. We spent the rest of the afternoon going through the songs, perfecting the list, and working out when I would need breaks. Mom figured out that, even with breaks, I’d still have time to dance and have fun after I was done playing, which made me happy. That way, I could bond with some fans, first hand. When it was starting to get dark, mom went downstairs to make dinner, and I followed along to help. It was actually kind of nice to spend some time with my mom. As we cooked, I would sing the songs again, and mom told me that I should probably ask some of the girls to dance. I’d mumbled something about that being embarrassing, but she just told me the suck it up. Like she said, it would make someone very happy. By the time dinner was done, dad had come home. But instead of eating in the dining room like usual, we just ate at the breakfast nook, and had a cozy, family dinner. After that, we all sat around the piano, playing random songs, working on my songs, or just playing games. By the time we realized what time it was, it was almost midnight. So we all went off into our own rooms, got ready for bed as we did every night, then got all comfy-womfy in our beds, and fell asleep quickly, with smiles on our faces from the nights events.

чσυ ωσи мє σvєr, ιи иσ тιмє αт αℓℓ

[pumpkinqueen4u]

::======>>❛I'm your Tomboy❜

❝I keep doing my own т н ι ɴ ɢ . . . ❞

ραt ƒαωη ∂ɘvɘrɘυx

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I woke up a bit late on Friday morning. So late that my mom had already gotten herself up and actually had to come into my room, switch off the t.v. that I left on, and blow into my ear to get me up. Slapping my hand over my ears, I sat bolt upright as my momwatched. laughing hysterically. Oh, ho ho! You just wait, old lady. I'll get you good one of these days, I silently vowed, glaring at her as I swept out of bed and into the bathroom. I shut the door angrily in her face and bathed myself quickly, unintentionally washing with too much pressure and leaving my arms and legs a light pink when I stepped out of the shower. I ignored them and quickly got dressed. But today, since mom insisted it was special and I had to wear special things, I dug out a pair of old skinny jeans and a long-sleeve tee. When I went downstairs to make myself some oatmeal, Mom raised a brow. "What? At least it isn't regular jeans and a baggy t-shirt, right?" Mom didn't reply, but just looked down at her coffee, the slightest of smiles on her face. But it wasn't at my cliche teenage attitude I was giving her this morning, it was because today was her eldest daughter's wedding day. Although Dad had passed away two years after my birth, my mom wasn't phased that Sandy had no one to walk her down the aisle. She insisted that our Uncle Lawrence give her away. She was perfectly happy, and she practically had flowers blooming around her. I rolled my eyes, my mom was in her own little world again. I headed back upstairs to finish getting ready so I could jet to school as quickly as I could.
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After reaching school, I felt a bit sick to my stomach. I mean, my sister was getting married today, and I was so happy for Sandy. She is marrying the most perfect guy on the planet for her. And she'll definitely live a wonderful life with him. So... Why did I feel so weird? Maybe because I was going to be watching Sandy, my older sister who I was the spitting image of (minus Sandy's great body), get married. It would be like watching the future me or something. That was definitely unsettling. Especially when I'd have to watch it in such an uncomfortable position, wearing such uncomfortable clothes, and sitting beside people who made me uncomfortable (Jason's pervert of a great-grandpa). I'd have to sit through a three hour service wearing a dress for pete's sake, all the while feeling that old geezer's eyes wander all over me. Tonight was going to suck. I sighed and put my head on my desk, Mr. Tatum wouldn't mind, we were only doing review in history today. And what do you know? Only a few minutes into third bell and the class phone rings. Mr. Tatum walks over and picks up, starts murmuring into it like he was learning some classified info and no one else in the room was allowed to hear, and I began packing up before he could hang up. "Ah, Ms. Devereux, you're to report to attendance immediately. Have a nice day," he said, already looking back down at his lesson plans and waving a hand at the door for me to leave. I nod and heave my backpack onto my shoulders and head out to the office. Mom is waiting there for me already, tapping her foot impatiently and glancing at her watch every two seconds. When she hears my footsteps she whips around to me and ushers me with her hand to hurry, so I roll my eyes and pick up the pace so she can get me back home and get ready for the wedding.
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If she tilts my head back one more time, I'm going to bite her hand, I thought irritatedly. I was sitting in Mrs. Kelly's private bathroom at Lizzi' house, getting my hair done. They kept bugging me about have pretty curls and what-not, so I have to ask them, what are they putting ten pounds of hair-spray on a curl when they know that the more weight you put on it the limper the curl is? My mom, assisstant hair-stylish here, and Mrs. Kelly are silent for a moment before they once again change their minds about what to do with my hair. They lean me back entirely (which wasn't as bad as craning my neck forever) and rinsed me hair under the faucet, getting rid of the stick hairspray and other icky things they lathered on my head. In the end, they settled on just putting anti-frizz in my hair, and it actually turned out pretty good. My hair wasn't wild and the natural curls kept together. It looked very nice, I'm proud to say. Then we had to do Lizzi's hair, but we ended up tangling it in the curler and nearly singing it, so we had to re-wash and dry Lizzi's hair too. After that we just let each girl do their own hair. It would create too much of a disaster if my mom caught someone's hair on fire.
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After the hair delima was solved, everyone got dressed in their dresses and tuxes. Mom had to leave early to go help my sister get on her enormity of a wedding dress at the lodge, so Lizzi and I were left at the house in full attire for two hours before it was time to go ('Luck you,' they told me, since my hair actually looked nice and curly instead of like a train wreck like normally). By now, it was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the wedding started at four thirty, then the reception began around six-ish. Mrs. Kelly drove Lizzi and I to the church, and for the remaining twenty minutes before the wedding all three of us escorted the guests to their seats. When it was time, the wedding finally began, and although I thought it would be awful earlier, when I saw my sister walk down the aisle I couldn't help but to smile. She practically glowed, like she was giving off all the light in the room. But my face, or Sandy's even, were no match for the look on Jason's at the redieving end of the aisle. He looked like he would hit his knees and worship her or something. After all the boring stuff were you sit stiffly and stare at the priest, mentally screaming at him to hurry it up, the two finally said their vows, Jason kissed his bride, and carrying Sandy bridal style he stole her away in their graffitti-ed and streamered covered car with 'just married' written all over it. I blew bubble, since Sandy was freaking out earlier about what throwing rice would do to the poor birds. Then I got a ride with Mrs. Kelly to the lodge for the reception (I was afraid to ride with my mom, her vision was too blurry through all those tears to see anything). Everyone ws arriving at the lodge at the same time, so there was a bit of traffic at the parking lot entrance, but eventually everyone got in a place and all the guests were present. I milled about with Lizzi for a while, standing there beside her, looking rather stupid as she was flusteredly trying to escape from a group of boys that were flocking around her (must've been younger cousins of Jason's). Poor Lizzi, she couldn't escape and so gave up, but I wasn't going to be trapped there with her. I gave her a pleading look and she nodded, so I ran off to the picture room, where the wedding procession was still being photographed. My sister noticed me, she was taking a seat by the door since her legs hurt from all the standing. "Patty! There you are! Don't tell me, a boy hit on you and you ran in here to hide?" If this hadn't been my sister and anyone else, I think I would've punched her. "No, actually, Lizzi is getting mobbed and since you said no violence today I can't throw them off her, so she's stuck." Sandy laughed, shaking her head in this 'Oh, to be young,' fashion. I couldn't believe it, she just got married and now she's treating me like I' er niece or something? When Sandy finally stopped acting snooty and stopped laughed, she got this wicked grin on her face. "Hey, Pat. Can you guess who Jason hired for the entertainment tonight? I bet you can't," she asked, raising a brow. I was taken aback. Of course I had no clue who was entertaining! I probably wouldn't leave this room except to see the cake-cutting then to get dinner and leave. I wsa not dancing, so why should I care if we have entertainment. I tried to explain but she brushed me off. "Well, I think you'll rather enjoy it when he gets here. He should be arriving any moment now." I rolled my eyes and left the room, before she could do something embarrassing to me.
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I left the picture room and went out to the party room we'd set up for the reception, scanning the room for Lizzi, but she was nowhere to be found. But there was this huge mob of girls ages nineteen and under flocking to the windows at something. Probably the someone Sandy was talking about. Ha! I could care less. They were all screaming stuff like 'Oh my God, he's our entertainment?! How did they get to afford that?' and 'Omigish, I love him, maybe he'll dance with me!' I just sat at my seat at the dinner table boredly and stared off into space. When Lizzi could separate herself from that mob, she'd find me. I fiddled around with the heavy star earrings mom told me to borrow and munched on a carrot from the vegetable plate as I waited. I watched as the crowd parted somewhere down the middle to make room for whomever he was, and when I got a glimpse of him through those big body guards and little girls, he sort of reminded my of that guy I helped in the tree the other day. But then again, I could be remembering wrong, and I hadn't even gotten a clear look at his face before he turned around and disappeared again in the crowd. Oh well. I'll know who he is soon enough, when he starts playing, I thought, taking another bite out of my carrot.

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❝ . . .I don't need your α ρ ρ ʀ o v α ℓ, α c c ε ρ т α ɴ c ε. I just need your α т т ε ɴ т ι o ɴ . . . ❞

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♫

I woke up that morning feeling like P. Diddy. Haha, no I didn’t. I just woke up that morning with Tik Tok blaring through my alarm. I rolled over and groaned into my Toronto Maple Leaf pillow case, and tried to fall asleep. But after only a few minutes, I gave up and rolled back over to turn off my alarm; knowing that if I didn’t, Tik Tok’d be stuck in my head all day. With a sigh, I pulled myself out of bed, and grabbed a black hoodie before I left my room, pulling it on as I went down the stairs. ”Morning Justin!” My mom said cheerfully as she flipped pancakes. ”Oh hey mom… Did dad go to work?” I asked. Mom nodded sadly, and slid some warm pancakes onto a plate, then handed it to me. ”Around lunchtime I gotta drive you to the lodge where it’s being held. Then you have to set everything up. The band’ll meet you there later, which means your on your own to get things ready, but you have plenty of time. I’ll take you out for a bit of shopping, and dinner before you have to be there” She said. I raised my eyebrow at the word shopping, but dug into my pancakes instead of commenting. After I’d eaten, and helped mom clean up, it was almost lunchtime, so I quickly ran upstairs and got into some comfy jeans, skate shoes and brushed my hair and teeth; leaving on the shirt and sweater I’d been wearing. Then me and mom loaded the car with all my personal equipment, and got into our seats. Mom stared up the car while I was buckling in, and before I knew it, we were on our way to the lodge. During the drive, I was feeling seriously tired, and was really wishing I could have slept in longer, and that I didn’t have to play tonight, but it was too late to cancel. Plus, it’s their special day. Why not help keep it special by making sure all the kids aren’t causing trouble? I sighed and looked out the window, just wanting to get this day over with. I was too tired to be doing all this running around…

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When we finally got to the lodge, I felt so relieved. Neither mom or I talked the entire drive, and I was definitely correct in saying that Tik Tok would be stuck in my head. Mom, very gingerly helped me unload the car, but I ended up doing most of it myself. The most mom could pick up without putting her nails in danger, was a guitar. ”Sorry I could help more, baby” She cooed to me from across the room. ”It’s fine mom” I said into a microphone, as I adjusted it. She smiled, then went off somewhere to look around. I rolled my eyes, then bent down to begin plugging in patch chords, and getting the amps at the right volume. ”Justin?” I voice called. I looked up and smiled when I saw Trey, the guitarist. ”Hey! What’re you doing here?” I asked, as I brushed dirt off the knees of my jeans. Trey shrugged and walked over to help me set up. ”Helpin’ out. I see you got everything almost ready. You excited?” He asked, as I began readjusting things, so that they were perfect. I smiled and nodded, then went back to tuning my acoustic guitar, which I’d be playing during the married couple’s dance. ”Justin? Oh, hello Trey. Justin, honey, some of the people from the wedding will be here to get everything else set up soon… We should go, so that we don’t ruin the surprise the bride and groom were planning” She said, dangling her car keys, with an impish smirk. That meant it was time to go shopping… Great. I sighed and waved to Trey, then followed my mom to the car. I got in, and did up my seatbelt, but yelped a little when an almost black, furry thing was all of a sudden in my lap. ”Oh calm down. It’s just a wig. Put it on, I don’t want to get mobbed at the mall” She said, as she began driving towards the Eaton centre, which was the most popular mall in Toronto. I sighed and began pulling the wig on, frowning as I looked in a mirror mom handed me. ”I look like Nick Jonas…” I muttered. My mom just laughed and handed me a pair of glasses with no lenses, so that I looked… Well, completely and utterly stupid.

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When we got to the mall, the wig was already itching my scalp, but I ignored it and followed mom warily from store to store. Every now and then, she’d whip something off a rack, and throw it in my direction, but otherwise, mom was power-shopping. Which meant she didn’t talk unless she was commanding me to try something on, or giving me critique. By the time we were finally on our way back to the car, I had an outfit for that night, plus pretty close to a new wardrobe. As soon as my car door was closed, I yanked off the wig and the glasses and then shook out my head. After a few minutes, the gross itchy feeling went away, and mom and I began talking about what to do for dinner. ”Sushi” I insisted, but mom wanted to go for French, or Italian food. I persisted to argue for sushi, and by the time we were pulling into the driveway, mom had finally caved, and agreed to get sushi for dinner. With a happy yelp, I leaped from my seat in the car, and ran into the house at full speed. The second I was through the door, I was pulling off my sweater, and as soon as I closed my bedroom door, I was stripping down for a shower. My shower was quick, and hot, but when I was done, I felt so much better. I dried myself quickly, and got into the same comfy jeans and a different t-shirt, then pulled on my same sweater, and shook out my hair before I dashed back downstairs. ”Ready!” I said. Mom smiled at me and shook her head, but grabbed her car keys, and a canvas bag off the counter, and walked out to the car. I’m not going to lie… The body guards all standing around outside my house, was a little scary. Especially since mom and I hadn’t been expecting them. ”Sorry Mr. Bieber. Mrs. Bieber. We were about to knock, but then we heard you opening the door, and decided to wait. We’re here to chaperone Justin to his venue.” One of the tall, scary looking guys said. Mom and I just looked at each other, and mom dropped her car keys into her purse, before the two of us walked towards the big white van-thing that we would be riding in.

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At first, the body guards were awkward, but we eventually got used to them, and they turned out to be really nice. Funny, to. They even came into the restaurant with us, and ate with us, as well as guarding me from getting attacked by people that recognized me. One of them even made me laugh so hard, that Iced tea came out of my nose, and I choked on rice. My mom stared at me in horror for a couple of seconds, but decided not to lecture me on how to act in public. Instead, she handed me a napkin so I could clean the iced tea of my face, and offered me some of her water to clear my throat. I smiled at her and drank some of the water, then cleared my throat, and sang a few notes to make sure that it didn’t come out scratchy. Of course, s couple girls sitting a few tables away began to scream when I sang, but me and the body guards just exchanged smirks, while mom paid the bill. Then, we all loaded back into the van, and drove back home to drop mom off. ”Justin, your clothes are in that canvas bag. I washed them so that they wouldn’t smell funky. Good luck tonight, Honey. Tomorrow, I’ll make waffles and we can all sit around and talk about how it went” She said, before she got out of the van, and walked up to the house. ”Next stop, the wedding reception” I mumbled, then glanced through the bag. Sure enough, the stuff I’d picked out for tonight was all in there, smelling like Lavender laundry detergent. I smiled and closed the bag, then looked out the window as the drive continued. When we finally arrived, I pulled the hood of my sweater over my head, and walked—sandwiches between bodyguards—towards the entrance. Even with my human shield, and my hood, some of the guests could see who I was. I frowned at this, but kept my head down as the body guards directed me towards a small room, that was connected to the main room, where I could chance. The door was also close to the stage, and had curtains on either side, covering the door, and all the wires and amps.

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Once locked in the room, with the other side of the door heavily guarded, I pulled the clothes from the bag, and looked them over. I was definitely happy with my choice. With a small, happy sigh, I pulled off my jeans and replaced them with a pair of really nice, slim black jeans. Then I pulled on some clean black socks, and my white high top converse. After that, I took off my sweater and my t-shirt, and pulled a plain purple t-shirt on. I smoothed out the shirt, so that it was sitting properly on my shoulders, and put on the black, long sleeved button-up shirt, with I left open, and rolled the sleeves up to my elbows. With a quick brush, and shake of my hair, I was ready, and popped one of my favourite mints into my mouth. Just then, a knock on the door told me it was time for me to go on, and despite the frantic cheering of the young girls, I could hear someone saying ‘we have some special entertainment planned for tonight, that we know you’ll all enjoy…’ then the voice went lower, so I couldn’t make out what they said. Something that sounded like “Even you, cat”, but I assumed there were no cats here, so I was pretty sure I misheard that. But then I heard ‘without further ado, let’s get him out here!’, and a body guard came in, grabbed me by the arm and thrusted me towards the stage. I tripped a little in my haste, but luckily the curtain was covering me, and recovered before I walked onto the stage. The lights were mostly focused on the stage, leaving the dance floor at a comfortable darkness, with some flashy lights going off every once and a while. I took a deep breath, and stepped all the way onto the stage, squinting while I adjusted to the lights. When I got to the microphone stand, I smiled and made sure it was turned on, before I spoke into it. ”Hey everyone! I’m sure almost all of you know me, but I’m Justin… Justin Bieber. And I’m so excited that you invited me to be your entertainment for tonight.” I said, smiling even more when the whole group of girls crowded around the stage began to scream, and cheer. Then I turned around, and nodded to Gabe, who was playing drums, and he in turn nodded to Trey. The melody of One Time then filled the room, and I took two deep calming breathes before I began singing. When I opened my eyes again, I resisted the urge to laugh, as I noticed all the girls were swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the song, and at the exact same time. ”Your world, is my world. And my fight, is your fight. My breath, is your breath, and your heart. And girl, you’re my one love, my one heart, my one life for sure, I’ma tell you one time. Girl I love, girl I love you. I’ma tell you one time, girl I love, girl I love you. I’ll be your one guy, you’ll be my number one girl, always makin’ time for you….” I continued, and took a few more deep breathes when I finished. Then I bent down and said quick hi’s to some of the girls, and gave a few hugs, before I got up, and asked everyone to clear the floor. I picked up my acoustic guitar, and sat on a stool someone had placed at the side of the stage, then introduced the newly married couple, in their first official dance, before I began strumming, and singing “Dance With Me”, which was the song the couple had chosen for me to sing as their song.

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[pumpkinqueen4u]

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❝I keep doing my own т н ι ɴ ɢ . . . ❞

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✗ My sat there off to the side at the dinner tables, munchin' on my carrots, when Jason clambered up on stage. He stumbled a bit on the ay up, but steadied himself and walked up to centerstage, holding a mike and testing it a bit before speaking. "Hey guys! Here's the moment you've aaaaaaall been waiting for... We have some special entertainment planned for tonight that we know you'll all enjoy... Yes, even you, Pat," he announced, grinning and glancing over at my table at my name. I made a face and rolled my eyes. He continued,So, without further ado, let's get him out here!" There was a rustling behind the curtains, and out stumbled the guy I had seen between the body guards... and the guy I met in the park the other day. I blinked a few times, and he took the mike from Jason, who jumped down into the crowd offstage, before introducing himself. As Justin Bieber. I nearly choked on my carrot, and I stared at him from my table, speechless. I know I didn't normally know the faces of famous people or whatever, so there's no way I would've recognized him just by seeing him in the cherry tree. But I listened to his music nearly every day, while at school, doing homework, hanging around at the park. How in the world had I not recognized his voice? I continued staring at him, incredulous, as he began singing 'One Time,' and the crowd of girls that had accumulated at the stage screamed hysterically. When I finally managed to lift my jaw from the floor, I couldn't keep the beet red shade from my cheeks. I couldn't believe I'd acted so... so... It was just so embarrassing. It was bad enough I had been discovered in a tree by a hot guy like him, but it was ok then since I thought I wouldn't meet him again. Yet, here he is, and he just so happes to be Justin Bieber, one of the most wanted guys in the Americas, the entertainment for my sister's wedding. I absolutely couldn't let him see me. But I couldn't leave, either... Crap.

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I stood up from my table, inclining my head downward so my hair would cover my face, and attempted to make it to the very back of the room, wear it was nice and dark and only a few people were hanging around. I would have bolted for the door, had this not been Sandy's wedding, but I couldn't leave without hurting her feelings, so I just had to make sure no one wanted me to dance or whatever. Which was in my favor, since no boy here that was in his right mind would ask me to dance with him, 1) I'm an awful dancer and 2) it wouldn't do their reputations much good to be caught dancing with a girl as 'brutish' as me. So I unfolded a metal chair in the corner of the room and sat myself down, watching the swarm of middle-schoolers, high-schoolers, and a few moms screaming with delight as he- no, Justin, bent down and sang to them, holding his hand out for them to grab at. I sat there throughout the remainder of the song, fighting the urge to sway in time with the music, and after it was over, Justin stepped back and whispered something to the band, and up started this pretty song that sounded like a bride&groom song. I watched the crowd disperse and make room for Sandy and Jason as the stepped onto thee hardwood country-club style dancefloor. They were the center of attention for about forty seconds of the song before Jason's parents joined the newlyweds on the floor. Then Sandy's bridesmaid and her boyfriend, and the rest of the wedding party. They looked like they were having so much fun, quitely twirling around each other.
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After a few more songs, everyone took a break for food. They just let someone dock their iPod or something while everyone migrated to the dinner tables and sat down for a meal. I remained in the corner, since not only had I eaten enough carrots to turn my hair orange and give my x-ray vision, I didn't want that g- Justin to see me in passing and recognize me. Well, actually there wasn't any reason for him to remember me, so I guess I was just being prideful. I didn't want people to see me embarrassed. If Justin remembered me, he would most definitely see the resemblence between me and my sister, so I'd be found out already. No need to hide, since it was futile. But I continued sitting in the corner as everyone ate, and I noticed my mom looking around and asking people something. I assumed it was my where-abouts, because no one knew. With a sigh, I got up from my little corner and slunk down the wall over to her, and when mom saw me she gave me this wicked grin. I already regretted showing myself then. "Paaaat! There you are! After we all eat I was wondering... would you be interested in dancing with your cousin? You know that Nick loves you like a sister, and he's part of the wedding party but his girlfriend couldn't make it. I need a few pics of him dancing for the album, though, so... Please?" She bent her knees so she was at my level in those enormous heels of hers and clamped her hands together, like she was begging me. I stared her down, eyes narrowed. "Lizzi can dance with him." Mom opened her eyes and stood upright, taken aback. But she nodded knowingly. Lizzi had had a huge crusk on my older cousin Nick since she first met him, so Lizzi would appreciate it if she got to dance with him at least once before she gave up on him. "Well, could you at least sit with me while I finish up my dinner? I haven't seen you since we got here." I nodded reluctantly and followed her to her table, right near the wedding party's long table. We sat together in silence as my mom finished eating her spaghetti, and when she dumped her plate, we waited until other people began sitting around, chatting. As the noise level rose, we knew that people were finishing with dinner, and mom went off somewhere back stage to signal the band to start playing again.
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When my mom returned, Justin and his band had returned to the stage and were singing what I was pretty sure was a song by The Latency. He was doing an awesome job with his covers, it was amazing. Mom forcefully pulled out my chair and motioned me to get up. "Ok, you have to dance. Now. If you don't get your butt out there now, I'll drag you with me and make you dance with me. In front of everyone. In front of people with cameras. Got it?" she commanded in a sugary-sweet voice. I went pale and shot out of my seat in a blur. Before she could say another word, I was dashing onto the dancefloor, where the crowd was reforming quickly. Well, as long as mom doesn't see me, she can't tell I'm not dancing. And as long as I remain inconspicous, Justin won't be able to tell me apart from the other fans, so I'm safe. And I don't even have to dance! All I've got to do is sway with the other girls and I'll be fine. So I did just that. I closed my eyes and listened to the song. It sounded very different with his voice, but it was a good diferent, like, it sounded more meaningful. The words reached me more than before. I began humming in tune with him, perfectly blending in with the others around me, and thoroughly enjoyed it.

❝ . . .I don't need your α ρ ρ ʀ o v α ℓ, α c c ε ρ т α ɴ c ε. I just need your α т т ε ɴ т ι o ɴ . . . ❞

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♫

I played a few more songs, before I was relieved, and walked tiredly off the stage. One of the body guards handed me a bottle of water, which I took gratefully, and began drinking. Once I’d drained half the bottle, I leaned against the wall, and slid down so that I was sitting. Then I closed my eyes and rested my head against the wall, just listening to whatever music someone had put on. I could smell the spaghetti sauce from here, and it was making me so hungry. Turns out my sushi didn’t last me very long. Then, as if one of the body guards had read my mind, he held out a plate full of spaghetti to me, which I smiled, and took. As soon as he walked away, I dug into the food, happy that I was surrounded by total darkness, so that no one could see me stuffing my face, in a very embarrassing manner. When I was done, I popped a couple minutes into my mouth, so that I wouldn’t have spaghetti breath, then went over the song list in my head. Next was Tonight, I love you, by the Latency. I liked singing that one. It had cute lyrics. With a quiet sigh, I stood up and walked over to the stairs that led to the stage, and waited for my cue to go back on, before bounding back up the small steps, and walking to center stage, where my microphone was standing. As soon as the flock of screaming girls died down, the band began to play, and I ran the first line of the song through my head multiple times. When it was my cue to start singing, I sang the first line, and then the rest of it came naturally to me, as if I’d known the lyrics my whole life, and hadn’t just memorized them the day before. A smile formed on my face, when I saw that the girls all had calm, serene looks on their faces, and that even some of the older people were dancing. But among the crowds and crowds of people, one person stood out. She was easily the prettiest girl in the whole room (no offense to the bride), and even thought she looked different then the last time I’d seen her, I’d know it was her anywhere. At that exact moment it was like me and her were the only two in the room. At that moment, there weren’t any frantic girls grabbing at my pant legs. At that exact moment, I moved to the very front of the stage, looked right at her and sang. ”I just wanna look in your eyes and see, all that you have looking back at me…” I sang straight to her, even though she appeared to be lost in the crowd, with her eyes closed. With a sigh, I turned away and continued my song, trying to hold back all the feelings that swelled through me when I saw Pat.

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Okay, well I just made that sound a poop-load like I liked Pat. I didn’t mean those kind of feelings. And no, I was not worrying about hooking up with a girl at her sister’s wedding. But they were more feelings of familiarity. Even though she didn’t really look like the Pat I’d met, she was still the Pat who saved me from a crowd of screaming girls. And even though she wasn’t really the focus of the wedding, I thought that Pat almost looked more beautiful than the bride, who looked almost exactly like Pat. Actually… Now that I’d connected the faces, I wondered why I hadn’t noticed before. Finally, I shook my head and cleared my head of her. These people paid a lot of money to have me sing, no way did I want to sing all robot-like, just because Pat was there. I wondered, did she recognize me? Did she even remember me, or was I just that random kid she helped out, and assumed she’d never see again; therefore pushing me to the back of her mind? I held back a sigh, and continued singing, almost relieved when the last line fell from my mouth. After that, I went on to sing ‘You make my dreams come true’, which I honestly enjoyed singing, and really had no problem dancing around the stage, touching hands with some of the girls, and so on. But even though I was having fun, and even though I was focusing on not falling, or not getting dizzy, I couldn’t stop my eyes from flickering over to Pat every once and a while. I had to do a few more songs before I could take a break, but I really wanted to talk to her. I really wanted to know how she was doing, or how mean that bitchy girl was to her for helping me get away. I smiled to myself as I continued to sing, going through my head which song I’d do next. I was thinking of doing Love Me? I’m pretty sure my little fan group would want me to sing one of my own songs soon… When we finished You Make My Dreams Come True, the guys started playing Love Me, which meant that I did have the list memorized. ”Ooooooooooooooooooooouh.” I started, thankful that I did it at the right time, even with my brain blabbing out of control. I sang some more of the song, walking around the stage some more, and this time I was actually able to keep from looking at Pat every 3 seconds. This time, I only glanced at her once, to see her still swaying about with the other girls. I smiled, and brushed my hair from my eyes with my free hand as I continued to sing. ”Love me, love me. Say that you love me. Fool me, fool me. Oh, how you do me. Kiss me, kiss me. Say that you miss me, and tell me what I wanna hear!” After that, I finished the song with a smile.

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We played a few more songs after love me, but the guys could clearly see that I was getting tired. So, we played Turn It Up by Stereos, One Less Lonely Girl and then Favourite Girl, before I was able to take a break. With a happy sigh, I pretty much skipped from the stage and grabbed a cold water bottle, which I took a few sips from, before I stopped to listen to what song had been put on. I smiled when I recognized it, and quickly down half the bottle, before peaking around the curtain. I saw that my little group had dispersed, a were either picking at the desert table, or were dancing with each other, or male cousins, or something. I quickly dashed out from behind the curtain, and walked reeeeeeeal stealth-like through the crowd on the dance floor, over to where I saw Pat sitting with a girl in purple. I walked over to them, and smiled when the both looked up, taking a minute to look the other girl over before turning my attention to Pat. The other girl was pretty, and looked stunning in her dress, but compared to Pat, she looked… Plain. I smiled and Pat, and raised an eyebrow. ”Fancy seeing you here” I said, my voice quiet. Then I held out my hand, and cocked my head to the side. ”I don’t think I ever formally introduced myself. I’m Justin. It’s a pleasure to meet you… Again” I said with a smirk. Once she’d let go of my hand, I rocked back on my heels, and turned towards where the iPod was plugged in, with If My Heart Was A House playing from the speakers; before turning back to Pat. ”Would you like to dance?” I asked, holding out my hand again. She seemed hesitant, and for a moment I was seriously afraid that I was going to get rejected, but her friend nudged her with her elbow, and Pat took my hand. With a smile, I led her to the dance floor. I could tell she was kind of nervous, which told me that guys didn’t ask her to dance often, so I gave her a supportive smile, looking into her eyes as I lifted her arms to my shoulders, then placed my hands on her hips. I left a good amount of room between the two of us, just in case she was uncomfortable, but still felt content with our closeness. The two of us then stepped back and forth kind of awkwardly, which told me that Pat was definitely new to all this. I just smiled at her and shook my head, making sure I didn’t step on her toes, as we moved… Er… Twitched to the rhythm of the song. ”This is sooooo graceful” I said to her with a cocky smile and a raise of my eyebrows, but then just closed my eyes and listened to the song, totally happy with where I was at that exact moment.

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When the song ended, I expected Pat to pull away right as the song ended, but she didn’t so I just kept dancing, waiting to hear what the next song was. I smiled when I heard it was Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls, and looked down at her, my smile disappearing, but my eyes stayed warm. Then I pulled her closer to me, and wrapped my arms around her waist, smiling as she did the same around my neck, and continued to move with her, only this time it wasn’t as awkward, or twitchy. It was more just like two innocent kids at their school dance, trying to make it look like they weren’t totally enjoying the fact that someone was holding them close, and trying to pretend like they didn’t want the song to go on forever. I, on the other hand was trying to pretend that I wasn’t fighting the incredible urge to kiss her. That would be… Really, really awkward. It was more just that it was the perfect moment to, and that this was exactly how I’d wanted my first kiss to be, but I didn’t know how Pat would respond to it… Or how I would respond to it. Plus, I didn’t really know her, even if it seemed like I did. At some point, I noticed a camera flash, telling me that someone had taken a picture of us, but I ignored it; just as I ignored the pouty looks of all the girls who had finally noticed me dancing with anyone but them. From what I can tell, Pat seemed to be the last girl that these people expected me to dance with, but she was my first choice (obviously). I really did feel comfortable with her, even if she seemed to be avoiding my eyes. I deemed myself lucky that she hadn’t run off, to like… Throw up or something. Maybe she really disliked me? I wasn’t sure, but since she didn’t seem to be gagging, I just continued to sway with her, smiling when she rested my head on my shoulder. At this point, I didn’t even want to get back on stage. I just wanted to stay with Pat, and learn anything, and everything I could about her. I wanted to know her, so that I could stop telling myself that falling for a girl I hardly knew was stupid. It was stupid, and I wasn’t sure what I was feeling at the moment, but whatever it was; I liked it.

чσυ ωσи мє σvєr, ιи иσ тιмє αт αℓℓ

[pumpkinqueen4u]

::======>>❛I'm your Tomboy❜

❝I keep doing my own т н ι ɴ ɢ . . . ❞

ραt ƒαωη ∂ɘvɘrɘυx

✗ Swaying got kind of boring after a while, so I decided to open my eyes and hum along with the song. But I quickly changed my mind again, since I could've swore Justin and my eyes locked. It was like a jolt ran through me. It didn't feel... bad really. But it was new to me, so I quickly looked away before he could notice it was me, that freak-monkey girl from the other day. I couldn't really leave the crowd, since mom would spot me and mortify me even more than I already was be joining me in the group, so I had no choice but to stay put. I continued to sway in time, changing my pace as the songs changed after a few minutes. I swayed and swayed and swayed, and my knees were starting to hurt from all the leaning. Not only that, but I really wasn't enjoying the songs like I'd hope. Now, don't get me wrong, I really loved Favorite Girl and all that, but I couldn't really concentrate on listening to his songs when I kept getting paranoid that Justin would recognize me. Calm down, why would he remember you? You were in contact for five minutes, max. Not only that, but right now you look completely different from the time he met you. He's a famous star anyway, so he's met tons of girls. Even if he did remember you, what did you expect him to do? Come and talk to you or something? This thought reassured me, and I calmed down enough that I could focus on the songs.

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Just as Justin was finishing 'Favorite Girl,' I felt a tap at my shoulder. I spun around and Lizzi was beaming at me. I returned her grin, something good had happened. "Ok, what's with the goofy look?" Lizzi face flushed happily as she explained. "Ok, so... Derek asked me to dance with him later," she said, gripping my hand and making the silent squeal face. "See? I told you he would!" I laughed, giving her a hive five with my free hand. While we'd been talking, the band had migrated backstage and the ipod was once again docked, and it was playing 'If My Heart Was a House.' I listened for a quick second, before smirking at Lizzi. "Well, now's your chance, huh? Go find Derek!" I said, trying to nudge her to the dancefloor. But I couldn't get her attention, she was staring off at something behind me. "U-um, Pat? I think... Oh gosh, I think Justin Bieber is coming over to talk to us," she whispered to me, eyes still behind me. I gasped. There was no way, noooooooo way he had not only remembered me and recognized me, but now he was coming to talk to me? I spun around, thinking maybe Lizzi was just pranking me or something. But no, Lizzi wasn't lying. Because there Justin was, strolling up to us, smiling. He paused when he saw Lizzi, looking her up and down. Now, I was used to this, but sometimes there was a limit to this stuff. I mean, I was right here, and Lizzi already had a date! Well, sort of. He didn't have to do that whole sweep-over thing to me, but at least refrain from doing so to my friend. But then he turned to me, cocking a brow humorously. "Fancy seeing you here." I think my jaw literally dropped. He did remember me. Lizzi looked back and forth between us, confused. He introduced himself and held out his hand to shake. I stared at it for a second before taking it, giving it a light shake in return. "Pat. Nice seeing you again, too," I said quietly.
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It was kind of awkward for a moment, but the Justin did something so... out there, it threw me. He asked me to dance. Ok, it was something that someone had asked me to dance, but it made it all the more unbelievable that this random singing sensation I'd bumped into in a tree would ask me. I couldn't really speak at the moment, if I tried, my voice would come out funny. Lizzi, bless her heart, accepted for me since I was dumb-struck. She nudged me forward with an elbow, encouraging me. Nervously, I took his offered hand. Just then, Derek came up from behind Lizzi and tapped her shoulder, holding out a hand for her. Lizzi smiled at him, but when he turned around to lead her to the floor, she flipped around to face me, the intense look in her eyes reminding me that I had some explaining to do. I stared at her over my shoulder as I was lead to the opposite side of the dance floor, panicked. I had no clue how to dance. Period. And the fact that I was dancing with someone as... attractive (trying not to sound like an obsessed fan here) as Justin didn't make me any less nervous. When Justin stopped over near the boom box, he smile encouraging to my, looking me right in the eyes as he lifted my arms to his shoulders and easily placed his hands on my waist. I swear, my head was spinning, and we hadn't even moved yet. We slowly started stepping side to side. I stared at my feet, being extra careful not to crush his toes, and at the same time avoiding his gaze. He said something about how 'graceful' this was and, mortified, my face flushed. Oh god, why did I take his hand? I'm practically begging to humiliate myself.
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But actually the dancing wasn't so bad, once you got used to it that is. Soon we were swaying in perfect time with the music and each other. I lifted my head from the floor, nothing interesting was going on on the floor, right around the time the song ended. I was surprised to feel disappointed. I sort of paused, but I didn't pull away from him, which was probably weird, but right then I didn't really care. I just... I don't know. I wanted to keep dancing. With him. Was it because he was so good at it? Or was it because when I looked up into his eyes I couldn't look away? A new song started up, Iris, one of my favorites. It might have just been my imagination, but I thought that now we were dancing much closer than the chaste distance we'd originally put between us. And oddly, I was fine with that. I rested my head on his shoulder at some point, realizing how... right it felt. Natural. I really liked the warmth there. I closed my eyes and sighed, this was something I'd only dreamed of. Maybe... maybe this wouldn't be just a one-time thing. Maybe I could get a chance to talk with him, see him some more. It felt so right being here, twirling to beautiful songs like no one else was in the room with him, yet I hardly knew him. I didn't get my hopes up, though. It was best to just be happy in the moment...

❝ . . .I don't need your α ρ ρ ʀ o v α ℓ, α c c ε ρ т α ɴ c ε. I just need your α т т ε ɴ т ι o ɴ . . . ❞

[ilyuhh]

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♫

A boy, about 10 years old stood leaning against the brick wall of the grade school gym. He pushed his messy brown hair from his eyes, and looked around the dark room, feeling a slight blush fill his cheeks when he met eyes with Casey. She smiled at him, and pulled away from her group of friends, walking over to the boy swifty. ”Hey Justin!” She said to him, waving her hand. He smiled and gave her a slight wave back. ”hey Casey” He said timidly. She giggled and rocked back on her heels, playing with the hem of her lacey pink dress. ”These dances are so lame, right?” She said, obviously trying to make not-so-obvious small talk. He nodded, and felt butterflies surge through him when one of the lights flashed across her face. She smiled and held out her hand. ”C’mon Justin. Since we gotta be here, might as well enjoy it, right?” She said, unsure what to do when the boy just stared at her hand. He looked up at her, and nodded then took her hand and let him lead her to the dance floor. He was a bit awkward at first, but then got used to being close to Casey, and just let himself move to the music, in time with her. After a while, he began humming along to the song, not even caring about the fact that he wasn’t saying anything to Casey, even though he liked her, and wanted her to know that. He was just caught up in the moment, and didn’t even stop to think about anything else. ”Y’know, you could be a real great singer” Casey said after a while. He looked up at her, and smiled. ”I want to” He said, before he actually began to sing along to the lyrics, not even noticing as Casey tried to move closer, or did that cute eye lash-batting thing that would drive guys crazy, usually. Eventually, she pulled away from him, causing him to give her a confused look. ”Look, Justin, I like you. But I can tell you aren’t really interested… So I’ll just leave you alone” She said, before she walked away. He just stared after her, feeling hurt, rejected, and as if he’d never find a girl that he’d like as much as he liked Casey. Little did he know, he would. And he had. He just hadn’t realized it yet.

♪

I opened my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them, and looked down at Pat, who had her head resting on my shoulder, swaying in time with the music with me. I smiled and was once again filled with the want to know everything about her. I sighed, and rested me cheek on the top of her head, closing my eyes again, just listening to the song, and trusting my sense of rhythm enough not to step on her feet. And then, all too soon, the song ended, and I felt someone tap my shoulder. To be honest, I wanted to try and slip in another dance with Pat, but when I pulled away from her slightly, and turned; I saw Trey giving me ‘the look’ and tapped his watch. ”We gave you more time than we were even ‘sposed to. Sorry little lady, I gotta steal Justin from you” he said. I looked back at Pat, and bit my lip, just staring at her for a couple seconds. I continued to chew my lip, sure that I probably looked like a total retard, before I dropped my hands from her waist, and sighed in defeat. I was there for a reason, and I couldn’t just ditch my job, because I wanted to be around Pat. ”Wait for me by the curtain when I’m done my final song” I said, before I turned on my heel and followed Trey back to the stage, my shoulders and hands tingling. My finger tips were also shaking, but I quickly balled my hand into a fist, and skipped back onto stage. I seriously could not remember the next songs I was supposed to sing, so I just stared blankly at the microphone for a few minutes, until I turned to Trey, and gave him a slight shrug. He sighed, and rolled his eyes, then began to play the music to a song that I recognized, but couldn’t really remember. It wasn’t one of mine, I don’t think, but I definitely recognized it. Luckily, my little swarm of fans didn’t seem to notice my hesitation and continued swaying to the music, not even really noticing that I hadn’t even started singing.

♫

Eventually, I found my words, and managed to pull off the song pretty well. I also did a pretty good job of hiding the fact that I was dazed. It was just so weird to me, that only a two days after having a dream, that reminded me that if I wanted something, it would happen; that I saw Pat. It actually shocked me, that I’d seen her in the last place I’d ever expected. As I continued onto another song, images of mine and Pat’s first meeting ran through my head. She hadn’t seemed to recognize me, at the time, which was weird to me. Not weird in a ‘I’ma super-star, everyone should know me’ way, but in a ‘even people who don’t know me, know my face’ sort of way. But when I had walked over to her, I had seen that recognition in her eyes. And I also saw hesitation. I held back a sigh, knowing that it probably wouldn’t do me too much good if I let out a big long sigh in the middle of my song, and continued to sing, going through each song, not really hearing it, but knowing it was good, based on the flickers of the crowd I did see when I managed to break myself out of my own thoughts. Finally, the band stopped playing, and I turned to see Trey getting up. I cheered in my head, and forced myself to focus on the audience, as I turned back to the microphone. ”That’s all we got for you, tonight. It was a pleasure playing for you” I said into the mike, then gave a small bow, and ran from the stage, and into that little dressing room I had used earlier. I ran into the washroom, and quickly splashed cold water on my face, then dried off with one of the fluffy towels that had been placed in there. I ran my fingers through my hair quickly, then took a deep breath, and left the little room. The curtained area was still dark, but I maneuvered carefully through it, and peeked around at the end of the little area, spying Pat not too far from where I was. ”Pssst. Pat!” I whispered, not wanting to draw attention to myself; only from Pat. I could already see the girls gathered around the edges of the curtain, waiting for me to come out so that they could take pictures it me, or ask me to marry them. ”PAT!” I hissed in her direction, beckoning her when she glanced over.

♪

When she came to the edge of the curtain, where I was, I moved aside so she could go through ,then dropped the curtain. ”Sorry, it’s dark. I wasn’t expecting there to be a mob, waiting for me. I uh… I just wanted to apologize for not introducing myself when we met; I had a lot on my mind… It wasn’t like… That I expected you to know who I was, that’s kinda stuck up…” I said, then sighed then I realized I was babbling. I pinched the bridge of my nose, then bit my lip. ”Sorry, I really need to learn how to filter the things that come out of my mouth. Anyway… It was really great seeing you and I hope we run into each other again sometime” I said with a smile, then gave her a quick, awkward, one-armed hug, before I ran off to where my body guards were waiting with my jacket. I said a quick, whispy ‘hey’ to each body guard as I pulled on my jacket, and checked my bag to make sure I had all my stuff. Then, in a body-guard, sandwich, we moved towards the door, and just before the door closed behind me, I turned and from between the body guards I took one last look at Pat, wanting a clear picture of her in my memory, just in case it was a while before I saw her again. With a sad sigh, I heaved myself tiredly into the van, and did up my seatbelt. The body guards all talked amongst themselves for the duration of the drive, while I just stared at the window. I wanted nothing more than to be at home, in my bed. I knew that on Monday, I’d have to start school, which I wasn’t so much looking forward to, but I also knew how I’d be spending my weekend. When we finally arrived at the house, I just hopped out of the van, not even waiting for the body guards, and walked to the front door, opening it, then turning to give a little wave to the guys inside the van; before disappearing into the dark house. I walked carefully through the main floor to the stairs, that I felt around with my feet, before actually stepping down. Once I got to the second floor, I moved a bit quicker, until I was finally safe in my room. I dropped all my stuff like a sack of potatoes, brushed my teeth and changed into my pajamas in all of about 5 minutes, then collapsed into bed, falling asleep immediately, having a dream about that dance with Casey, only this time, it was Pat that I was with.

чσυ ωσи мє σvєr, ιи иσ тιмє αт αℓℓ

[pumpkinqueen4u]

::======>>❛I'm your Tomboy❜

❝I keep doing my own т н ι ɴ ɢ . . . ❞

ραt ƒαωη ∂ɘvɘrɘυx

✗ My head laid on his shoulder, his cheek resting on me, both of our eyes closed... It was like magic. I didn't feel the floor beneath my feet, didn't see anyone else in the room, didn't hear anything except our heart beats and the music. If only songs didn't have endings... But unfortunately, Iris wasn't a symphony that dragged on for hours, and eventually it came to a close. I didn't even think about what would happen after that. I'd just enjoyed dancing with Justin whole-heartedly, not thinking about the consequences. I got a bit nervous then, and when Justin pulled away, I expected a super awkward moment where he realized that maybe it wasn't such an awesome idea to dance with me after all. But instead I was addressed by one of the performers, I think the drummer, who apologized for having to 'steal' Justin from me. Relieved, I smiled sadly. "Oh, um, sorry. I'm keeping you from doing your job," I replied, taking a step back and wringing my wrists,"Ah, yeah... Um, sorry for that." I only barely managed to choke out the last part, staring at the floor, embarrassed. What had I expected? Yes, it was nice, no, it was wonderful that I'd gotten a chance to dance with him, but I had only just met him, and this was my sister's wedding. I couldn't just hook up with a random guy here. I lifted my head to tell Justin goodbye, but before I could get the words out of my mouth, he spoke first, telling me to meet him by the curtain after he was one performing. I blinked, not really understanding what he'd meant until he was already walking back to the stage.

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I was still staring after Justin when Lizzi came up to me from the disepating crowd, sly grin on her face. "So... What was that all about? How does Justin Bieber know you? And why did he want to dance with you, exactly?" she gushed,"Take note, he stole a second dance from you, too!" Justin got up onto stage and was just standing there, staring at the mike. "Um, remember that guy I told you about a few days ago? The one the had Melissa and a horde of rabid fan girls chasing after him? That was Justin. I had no clue who he was, though, so I'm just as surprised as you to see him here," I murmured to her, still watching Justin on stage. He looked confused. "Why on Earth he'd want to dance with me is as much your guess as mine. And I thought I stole the second dance from him." Lizzi shook her head,"Nope. He most definitely stole it from you." I didn't say anything after that, partly because my mind was in such a muddle that I couldn't think of a coherent responce and partly because the band had finally started playing again. They were really good, just like before. Justin was pulling off the cover songs like they were nothing, it was pretty impressive. After about another five songs, the band started packing up, and I heard Justin say his farewell into the microphone, so I turned to make my way for the curtain. But Lizzi stopped me before I got too far and asked, "Where exactly are you going?" I reluctantly turned my head. "Um... Justin told me to meet him at the curtain once he finished his last song." Lizzi's sly grin returned, and she let me go, and instead pushed my by my shoulders toward the stage, "Go get 'em, girl!" I rolled me eyes but obeyed and continued to make my way through the crowd to the edge of the curtain.
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I stood there for a few minutes, on the opposite side of the stage from the rabid horde, who were screaming and holding up pieces of paper, napkins, wedding programs, anything they could get signed, shouting for Justin to autograph them. I didn't want to go over there, even if Justin was on the other side of that crowd. It looked dangerous over there. But Justin had told me to meet him, and I didn't want to stand him up... So I stood three, staring at the crowd of girls, wondering how to go about getting through them to the other side without harming myself, when I heard a 'psst'ing sound. I looked over my shoulder into the darkness behind the curtain, and there he was. He waved for me to follow him, so, confused, I eased behind the curtain with him. "Um, what exactly did you want to talk about?" I asked, curious. I mean, if he had something to ask me or to tell me he could've just said so while we were... were dancing earlier (I still got tingly when I remembered that). I thought maybe he was going to ask me about the wedding or something, but instead he apologized. He apologized, of all things, for not introducing himself when we'd first met. "Oh! No, no, its ok. Really. I mean, what was the likelyhood that we'd run into each other again?" I quickly explained,"And anyway, that would be normal if I'd known you so, yeah. I just... I'm not all into reading magazines or listening to the radio.... So..."' I wanted to slap myself right then. I was blabbing and rambling, and I sounded like an idiot. And he thought he was rambling! He's too nice for his own good. Well, after that it got quiet, and we said nothing for a moment before Justin suddenly pulled me into a quick hug. He said he hoped hed see me again sometime, and I think I could've died happy. He ran off then, just in time for me to hide the light red coloring my face.
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After that, Justin was surrounded by those huge bodyguard guys and was ecorted out of the lodge, and everyone else went home, leaving only the wedding party (minus the bride and groom) to stay behind and clean the place. I waited for a minute before finall exiting the dark pocket behind the curtain, wanting the flush on my face to cool. But Lizzi notcied me as I trotted down the stage steps and walked over to help with the clean-up.
Half walking, half skipping over (those killer heels she was wearing wouldn't premit anything faster than that), she hounded me with questions. "What did he want? Why were you and him behind the curtain? What did you do behind that curtain? Nothing indecent, right? Are you blushing? Oh my gosh, you're blushing!" By now she was attracting the attention of the other wedding attendies and the lodge staff. I wanted to yell at her to shut up, that she was being loud and was embarrassing me, but that would only fuel her fire. She'd probably take that as I had something to hide. So instead, I glared a warning at her and whisper,"He didn't want to be stripped by that group of obsessed schoolgirls, he said he wanted to apologize to me for not introducing himself the first time we'd met, and he said 'See you later.' Happy?" Lizzi's eyes grew wide, but she nodded. She didn't pester me much after that, obviously not wanting another dose of my cheesed-off death glare. After about an hour we had the lodge free of all wedding decorations, and the staff said they'd take care of all the trash themselves, so everyone else headed home. When my mom and I finally made it home, it was about ten o'clock, and I was exhausted. Partly from all the drama of getting ready for Sandy's wedding, partly from the strain of sitting in those hard pews for three hours, partly from the... eventful reception, and partly from all the running around, pulling things off of the walls. Very tired, I trudged upstairs to the bathroom and took a nice, long, hot shower, coming out refreshed yet twice as tired as before. I absently slipped on a huge T-shirt to sleep in and crawled into bed, dozing off within minutes, the vents of the night swirling in my head.

❝ . . .I don't need your α ρ ρ ʀ o v α ℓ, α c c ε ρ т α ɴ c ε. I just need your α т т ε ɴ т ι o ɴ . . . ❞

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♫

I woke up with a slight headache, and a bit of heartburn; but other than that, I was in a pretty good mood. I sat up and stretched like a cat, then flopped back down against my mattress. I just laid there for a while, before finally deciding to get up. I yawned as I crossed my room, and padded quietly down the stairs skipping into the kitchen with a big smile on my face, expecting waffles, only to find an empty kitchen. ”Good morning everybody…” I mumbled to myself as I walked to the cupboard and shook to Advil’s out of one of the bottles of pills. I gulped them down quickly with some cold water from the fridge, before putting the bottle back into the cupboard, closing the door just before walking away. I glanced at the clock then, and realized it was 12:30… ”No wonder no one is home…” I said, then shrugged and went back upstairs, where I took a nice, long hot shower. When I was all warm and clean, I stepped out and dried myself off, before walking back to my room and searching through my drawers for some clean underwear. As soon as I found some, I pulled them on, then searched through my closet for something to wear. In the end, I settled for some denim jeans, a white t-shirt, and a purple and black plaid shirt. I quickly pulled my converse on after that, then made my way to the bathroom, where I brushed my teeth, and shook out my hair like a wet dog, until it was somewhat dry. With a sigh, I left the bathroom and grabbed my sunglasses, a black sweater and a hat. Then I jogged down to the front hall, where I put my sunglasses on, and pulled my hat on, making it so that the bill of the hat was far down over my face. After that I put my hood on over the hat, and stared at my reflection… I looked like a thug, ready to mob the first little old lady I could find. I also looked way more obvious than I would have if I just walked down the street not wearing any disguise. Short white kid heavily disguised automatically equals Justin Bieber. I don’t know how that math works, but it does. It just does.

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With a sigh, I pulled the hat off, then tried messing up my hair, which just wouldn’t work… So finally, I gave up and just put my hood on, before opening the front door, and bouncing down the front steps of my house. I walked slowly down the street towards the park. I planned on going to Pat’s cherry blossom tree, just because it was so beautiful, and also because I didn’t know where else I wanted to be at that moment. I just wanted to be somewhere quiet, peaceful and relaxing. I planned on working on some new songs, or maybe just closing my eyes and thinking about… Life. I sighed and looked up at the sky, not watching where my feet were going as I walked; causing me to trip over my own feet. I steadied myself before I actually fell or anything, but it was still a little embarrassing that I’d managed to trip myself. I flipped my hair out of my eyes and fixed my sunglasses on my nose as I continued on, keeping my head down as I walked, not wanting anyone that passed me to look too closely at my face. When I finally made it to the park edge, I felt relieved, and smiled as my shoes hit the soft grass. This time, I knew where I was going, but I still took a detour and walked down along by the pond, stopping to look at the baby ducks or something for a second, before I’d continue on. I nodded to an elderly couple walking along the path that ran through the park, and eventually I was crossing the huge open-space, that was filled with grass, and a few scattered tree’s. The park was oddly empty today, for a Saturday afternoon, but as I looked at the sky again, I remembered that it was supposed to rain today. I smirked to myself and shook my head, as I began to hum the song about rain on your wedding day, or something, and was instantly brought back to memories about the wedding the night before.

♫

I walked absentmindedly through the little forest-y area that rimmed the small clearing where the tree was, but still somehow managed to dodge tree’s; even when I was dazed. I was still feeling really, really tired, but I knew I wouldn’t have been able to sleep more if I had tried. Performing took a lot out of me, not to mention the fact that I hadn’t done a show in a while. And now that I was starting school, I’d probably have to wait until summer before I could tour. I shook my head and sighed. Why had I agreed to go to school? I was already dreading it. Was I really that desperate to get out of the house a little? I mean, at least now I could possibly have a friend, but still. I was giving up my endless hours of sleeping. My ability to spend my free time writing songs and playing shows. I was still thinking about school when I reached the tree, and looked up at it. ”Just like you did a few nights ago…” I mumbled to myself, then took a deep breath and jumped, so that I could get a firm grip of the branch. Then I pulled myself up, and looked down at the ground in satisfaction, before scooting over a little, and pulling off my sweater. I kept my sunglasses on, but folded up my sweater and put it down on the branch right in front of the trunk. I then scooted back, so that I was sitting on my sweater, instead of straight on the branch; saving myself the sore bum I’d get after sitting there too long. I smiled happily, and leaned against the trunk of the tree, closing my eyes and just thinking about the first thing that came to my mind as I leaned there, just enjoying the smell of the air around me. Luckily, whenever it did decide to rain, the little flowers covering the tree would create a little canopy to keep me dry. I assumed I’d be there for a good long time. It seemed to be my place of peace.

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