α вєαυтιғυℓ cσιиcιםєиcє

[pumpkinqueen4u]

::======>>❛I'm your Tomboy❜

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

ραt ƒαωη ∂ɘvɘrɘυx

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Luckily the next day was a Saturday, because I slept in waaaay passed seven thirty. Had it been a school day, I would've missed both first and second block by then. I woke up around eleven forty-five, got up, took a quick shower, and dressed in my Arcadian Flashback tee and jeans before heading downstairs for brunch. My mom was most likely still passed out in her room. She slept later than anyone I knew. I grabbed the carton of OJ and drank from the carton, not like my mom would be grossed out by that. They I fixed myself a BLT and scarfed it down, finishing it with another satisfying sip from the carton. I put everything away and went into the bathroom and washed my face, brushed my teeth, made sure I didn't have bed-head, before returning to the kitchen. On the refrigerator my mom keeps a notepad to write down things we need for groceries, important dates, ect. So, I pulled the magnetic pen off the door and jotted down a note. 'Mom, gone out for a bit. Don't wait up or whatever. We need more OJ, Pat.' I stuck the pen back onto the refrigerator before heading to the door and pulling on my sneakers, quietly opening the door and shutting it behind me so as not to wake up mom. I didn't want her to catch me leaving and stop me. She might try to make me clean, or hang out, or, even worse... shop with her. Once I'd locked the front door with the spare key (we hid it under the door mat), I quickly dashed down the street to the dead-end with the rusty fence.

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I heaved myself over the fence with ease. I'd done it a million times, and I could do it blindfolded (I think). Once my feet hit the ground again, I was off through the trees at a steady jog, heading down my shortcut to the park. Ever since last night, I'd been reeeeeally confused, and I needed to sort out exactly what happened between me and Justin. And I really needed the space to think, too. If I stayed at home, mom or Lizzi would hound me with questions, and I'd just have more things to try and sort out, so I had to get away. And what better place than my cherry tree? My personal thinking spot was only a few minutes away. It would be stupid to sit around at home and waste time finding more questions than answers, so my only real option was to go to my cherry tree. I came to the end of the first path, which ended just in front of the little pond. I smiled as I jogged alongside the pretty, clear water, glancing over at the flock of geese that lounged around the shore. It wasn't long before I came to the second path through the trees, the one where the cherry tree lay at the end of it. Happily, I set off own the second path, making a note to remember to bring my iPod with me next time. I'd be a lot less bored sitting for hours in a tree with music.

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When I entered the clearing, I saw the familiar sight of my grand cherry tree in bloom, with its gorgeous pink blossoms littering the ground. And the always empty, legendary bench that could bring happiness to anyone that carved their name into it. But there was a slight difference in the picture, it was the person that was lounging in the tree. In my usual spot. My spot. Who the- A bit annoyed, I walked up to the branch where I usually swung up easily and stared at the person's back for a moment. They looked like they were either sleeping or so deep in thought and relaxation that they didn't hear my approach. I stood on tip-toe, so I could get a closer look at my place-stealer, and I gasped when I saw his face. It was Justin. The guy I met in a tree. The guy I'd danced with only yesterday. The guy I was sure I'd never see again. I smiled, I seemed to be running into him a lot. He still hadn't realized I was there yet, so I stepped back from his branch and picked another one, climbing up quietly and facing him when I was on top of it. "So... You managed to climb up here yourself?" I asked quietly, grinning still. It was funny now, looking at him laying there, all comfy. I remembered how I'd had to help him both into and out of this same tree the first time we'd met.

❝ . . .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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♫

After about… Maybe twenty minutes, I was getting so uncontrollably bored, but I knew that the rain would be coming soon, and I didn’t want to get caught in it. I mean, if I walked fast I could probably make it home before it started, but I also didn’t want to be there right now. I just wished I had brought my iTouch, so that I at least had some stupid apps to keep me busy. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, then got an idea. I smirked to myself and sat up straight. Then I looked up through the branches as I thought of a song. When I finally found one that appealed to me, I hummed the beginning, hoping that I couldn’t totally slay the song by trying to sing it when I was as tired, worn out or music-less as I was. ”You and I have got a lot in common, we share all the same problems. Luck, love and life aren’t on our side. I’m in the wrong place at the wrong time, always the last one in a long line. Just waiting for something to turn out right, right. I’m starting to fall in love, it’s getting too much. Not often that I slip up, well it’s just my luck” I sang, stopping when I realized how eerie my voice sounded in the complete silence of the park around me. I couldn’t even hear the geese making those weird honking noises, that kinda made them sound like they were trying to cough up an olive, that got caught in their throats when they drank their extra dry martini’s too fast. I smirked to myself and leaned back against the tree, loving the way I was totally alone, the way I couldn’t hear anyone screaming my name, and the way I could just be Justin for a while, and not anyone else. I was so peaceful in this non-famous Justin mode, that I didn’t even notice when the branch moved, and shook it off as the wind.

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I could feel the branch move more and considered checking to see if I was about to get pounced on by some crazed fan, but then decided that I’d rather keep my state of peace, rather than my arm I took a deep breath and fixed my sunglasses, knowing that I probably looked like such a retard just chillin’ in a tree with some sunglasses on when it was dark and gray. That made me smile a little bit, but I didn’t have time to even worry about how retarded I probably looked, because I heard a voice, and without even seeing who it came from; I knew who it was. The fact that I could recognize her voice scared me, but not as much as the fact that her voice made my stomach turn, and not in a ‘oh wow, my lunch isn’t agreeing with me’ kind of way, but more in a ‘you’re the only person I would really want to see right now’ kind of way. My eyes flew open and I tore off my sunglasses, then looked around for her, almost falling off the branch in doing so. I quickly grabbed onto the branch and steadied myself, then let out a small laugh. ”Yeah, I did. I was practicing, a few days ago.” I said, carefully turning myself so that I was facing her. I cocked my head to the side as I looked at Pat, then gave her a crocked smile, that always made mom give me the last piece of cake. ”Didn’t I say we’d run into each other again? Although, I’m kind of glad we didn’t literally run into each other, because that would kinda hurt… and I’m rambling… Sorry. Uh… How have you been…. Since the last time I saw you?” I asked, realizing that I probably sounded so so stupid. I let out a small sigh and flipped my hair, then glanced down at my shirt and busied myself by playing with the button on my shirt, unsure of what to say, and afraid to say anything in case I made myself sound like more of a moron.

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Finally, I got the guts to look back up at her, and when I did I couldn’t help but smile. Her long hair was down, and I had to admit, that I really, really loved her hair. It was that nice, thick kind that always did what it wanted to, but still managed to look stunning. Something else I liked about Pat, was that she didn’t wear make up. She had natural beauty, which I don’t even think she realized. She also didn’t… over dress. She didn’t show off too much… Actually, she didn’t show much at all, which again; I didn’t mind. She was laid back, and even just sitting with her there in silence, I couldn’t help but feel comfortable, and… And like Justin. My smile grew wider as I leaned against the tree, and crossed my arms. ”So uh… Your friend last night was pretty hot” I said, my smile turning into a slight impish smirk. ”But uh…” I started, my face going totally serious as I began to speak again. ”But you were the most beautiful girl in the room” I said. I could feel my cheeks burning up as I spoke, but I hoped that she would play it off as the cold, and not the fact that I was so embarrassed about what I’d just said. Just then, the rain came to my rescue, and the soft patter of the rain hitting the leaves of other trees, and the little blossoms above us filled the silence, and filled the air with that nice fresh rain smell. Mixed with the scent of the blossoms, and just the nature of the park, it was nice. I liked being there, even if I had just embarrassed the crap out of myself. So once again, my sly smile returned to my face and I brushed my hair out of my eyes. ”Looks like we’re stuck here…” I said, glancing around, thankful that I had been right earlier when I said that the canopy of blossoms would keep me…. Us dry. ”Let’s make a deal. You can ask me everything and anything you can think of, and I will have to answer it honestly. As long as I get to do the same thing after. And you have to be honest, no matter how embarrassing it is. Deal?” I said, holding out my hand for her to shake it. I smiled when she agreed, and shook my hand, then leaned against the tree as I waited for her to shoot whatever questions she had at 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 grinned as Justin flailed around a bit when he finally realized I was there in the tree with him. In one second, he'd gone from leaning back, relaxing on the branch with his sunglasses on to bolted upright, sunglasses in hand, and desperately gripping a different branch to keep balanced. The pose was so comical. "Sorry for surprising you, you looked kinda zoned out there.," I said, smug smile on my face. "You practiced? So you planned to come back here to show me your climbing abilities?" He finally got himself situated comfortably, so he was facing me, and practically said what I was thinking. "You sure did. But trust me, I'm too fast for someone to bump into, so no worries." I watched him as I answered him each time, he looked sort of cautios about something, or nervous. Did he think I would go maniac/rabid-fangirl on him still? Even after dancing with me last night? Oh God, why'd I have to remember that now of all times? I flushed at the memory, looking down at my hands so I wouldn't stutter as I answered his question. "O-oh, yeah. I'm fine, just great. Never been better," I replied shakily, nervously tugging a fly-away strand of hair behind my ear. But that motion only reminded me of the blossom Justin had tucked in my hair only days before, and I probably glowed three shades of scarlet. I sneaked a peek from my fiddling hands to Justin, who was toying with a button on his shirt, moving his hair out of his eyes with a flick of his head.

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He looked up at my a second later, this gorgeous smile on his face. I fogot all about my embarrassment then, and had to smile back, although it wasn't nearly was brilliant as Justin's. Justin just had that air about him, when he smiled, it made you want to smile. We just kinda sat silently, him smiling brilliantly, me smiling shyly back, before he broke the silence. The moment would have been absolutely perfect had he said something cool about the wedding last night, or about how he just realized I was kinda pretty if you looked past the ragged jeans and scrapped knees, frizzy hair and not-girly attitude. But no. The first thing he said after that weird, smilie-silence was something about Lizzi. His brilliant smile grew into a wicked grin as he told me about how hott she was last night, all glamorous in that runway dress she had on. I felt my face drop, and I looked to my hands again, disappointed. What did you expect? Lizzi was definitely the eye-candy for every guy last night, and there's nothing to compliment about you being in a dress. That was a disaster, I thought sadly. "Yeah, Lizzi is gorgeous, isn't she? She looked amazing in that dress though, it was like she was made for Hollywood." I was still twiddling my thumbs pathetically, so I couldn't see his face, but I felt the atmosphere grow rather, warm and stuffy. Like in a van packed with vacationing equipment in the middle of a blazing summer. Full of both exhausting excitement and suffocating heat. I was pretty sure I heard him wrong, but what I thought Justin said next made my cheeks flare. Beautiful? Me? This kid was nuts. Did he really see Lizzi last night? She was right next to me, in the amazing purple halter dress, impossible to miss. But he had asked me to dance, so maybe it wasn't entirely impossible that he thought I looked pretty after all. I mean, everyone has their quirks, right? I smiled again, laughing nervously. "Really? Thanks..."

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Just then there was a soft 'patt, patt, patter'ing, and I looked out from the tree and saw rain pouring around us. But here, tucked safely underneath the protection of the cherry blossoms, Justin and I didn't get wet. Not even a singl drop reached us. It felt wonderful, like we were in our own little world where we couldn't be touched. I didn't really see it as being 'stuck,' more like 'shielded,' but I just said,"Seems so," anyway. We stared out at the rain for a moment before Justin mentioned a deal. A deal in which we'd each ask each other questions and we had to answer them all truthfully, no matter how embarrassing. I thought it over, since I did have a lot of questions. I glanced at the hand he'd held out, and I smiled. I scooted down the branch, closer to him and reached out, taking his hand and giving a firm, business-like shake. "Deal. Ok, so I guess I have to go first? Alright..." I pondered over my questions for about a minute, holding up a finger when he kept looking at me expectantly. "Um, ok, here goes. Question one, why do you perform? Is there some sort of, I dunno, rush you get? Is there any specific reason? Well, I guess that's three questions..." I prattled off, trailing at the end of my sentence nervously. "Oh, um, what's your inspiration? For example, what helps you write your songs? Other songs? Books? People? Is there any place you go to? Oh! What're your favorite songs, anyway?" Once I started thinking about it, I had many, many questions, I didn't think I'd get a chance to ask them all. "And a few other questions. Like, why were you out here that day, was it Wedsnsday? No, Tuesday. If you knew you would probably get chased, why were you out here? Did you know about this cherry tree before that day? And... and why did you ask me to dance with you yesterday, when you saw how... you know, I am before? It's confusing me. When Lizzi was right there, the obviously better choice... I mean, you heard what the girls call me around here. I'm an ape." Now that I'd asked my questions, especially that one really personal one, I got kinda nervous. Next I'd have to answer the questions, and I wasn't so sure he'd like the answers. I held my breath as I prepared for the awkwardness-onslaught.

❝ . . .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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♫

The smile on my face began to fade as I waited for her to begin speaking, so I leaned forward a bit more, and straightened up a bit, looking at her expectantly. She held up her finger, and I rolled my eyes stealthily, so that she wouldn’t notice, then leaned back against the tree, waiting for her to shoot her questions at me. When she finally opened her mouth to speak, I sat up again, looking forward to answering her questions. It was like being at an interview, only Pat was the only one who would ever know the answers. I felt my heart sink a little after I heard her first question, but quickly hide my disappointment and thought of an answer. I’d really been hoping that she wouldn’t ask me… Fame, or performance related questions. That just made it seem more like an interview. I wanted her to ask me… Personal questions. About me. But I guess I’d just have to deal with what she threw at me. And what she asked me had nothing to do with what I asked her, which meant that I could still find out personal stuff about her. That made a smirk form on my face, but I quickly wiped my face of all emotion, then went back to thinking about my answer. ”Um… Not really a rush. Or, maybe not the kind of rush you’d think it would be. For me, a real rush would be… Maybe the rush that you get when you feel… Loved, or in love. That over-whelming feeling of caring.” I said, pausing to smile at Pat before I continued. ”That is something that would give me a rush. But I perform because it’s something I like to do, and it’s something that I’m good at and it makes people happy. That’s the main reason I even do most of this stuff. The money makes my mom and dad happy. For different reasons… My dad likes it because it means that there’s less stress on him to keep us running. My mom just likes to shop, and stuff. But then my music makes fans happy, and when all the people I care about are happy, I’m happy. So it’s kinda like a cycle that just keeps going.” I said, realizing that I probably sounded like one of those kids on the Disney Channel, or something. I also realized that I'd been hardcore rambling, and that if I had been in Pat's place, I woulda just jumped from the branch and gone home, yelling something about forgetting about plans, or something along those lines. God, I was so stupid...

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I bit my lip, but began to think of my next answer. I wasn’t really sure why I did what I did, or what my inspiration was. I wasn’t sure of much of anything revolving around my career, I just went with it. That’s partially why I didn’t like Pat’s questions much. ”Umm” I said, trying to save myself some time as I tried to think of something deep, and mind blowing to say in response. ”I don’t know” I said. Wow, really mind-blowing Justin. I sighed and looked down at my leg. This wasn’t as easy as I’d hoped it would be. ”I guess just about… feelings? Like… I don’t know how to describe it, but my inspiration is pretty much… Things I see. Things I’ve felt. Things I want to feel, y’know? Like… One less Lonely girl. We’ll use that as an example. I know, just from experience, that most girls want a boyfriend that will remember things like Valentine ’s Day, Birthdays and stuff. I know that people just like being treated like they’re the most important thing in the world during those special times. And I know that some people just don’t… understand why someone would want that. But they do, and I want to be able to… Y’know, give someone that. So that’s what One Less Lonely girl is about… If that helps, at all” I said, realizing that I could have put that in a lot simpler words. But for some reason I was having trouble making it sound right. I wanted to be so much more than I was, so that Pat would think I was more than I was. But I was just making things harder for myself. I shook my head to kick myself out of my thoughts and then tried to answer her question, which was bordering the questions I wanted her to ask, and the questions I was wishing she wouldn’t ask. This one was more personal, which was a bit better. Still music related. ”Um… Favourite songs… I really love the song ‘She is love’ and ‘The Mess I made’ by Parachute. I really like The Goo Goo Dolls, um… The cab. A little bit of Weezer here and there. Anything catchy, really.” I said. Then chuckled as I heard her next question. ”It was Tuesday. And I was out because I was tired of sitting around my room. You have no idea how protective my mom is over me. She wouldn’t let me go to school, she wouldn’t let me leave the house for any reason, or anything. I’ve been homeschooled for the past… Year maybe? I’m only allowed to go shopping with my mom, and with a heavy disguise on. I just wanted to get out. Get away from her, and everything. I didn’t know I would get chased. I had no idea, really. I was kind of disguised, but my hood blew off, and it was kind of gray out… So since the park was empty, I thought I’d be fine” I rambled on, then looked up at the canopy of pink while she continued to ask questions. ”No, I didn’t know about the tree. I just ran, and my mind led me here” I answered.

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Pat’s next question caught me off guard, and I couldn’t help but just stare at her in shock for a moment. Did Pat really just ask me that? Was she showing me a side of her that no one ever really saw? Even if she didn’t know it, she’d just broken down the wall that she had up between me and her. The wall that neither of us really knew existed until that moment. I now saw the insecurity that lay beneath the tough front she put up. I don’t even know if she saw it, or even she even knew she was showing it. But I saw it. A small, childlike smile, that used to get me anything I wanted formed on my lips as I looked at her. I shook my head and then ran my fingers through my hair, making it stick up a bit at the front. ”You’re comparing yourself to someone whose in a whole different category than you. Yes, Lizzi is pretty. Do I care? No. No I don’t.” I said, then sighed and leaned back against the tree again. ”You have to remember something… When I first saw you, I was about to be eaten alive by a group of rabid fan-girls. I wasn’t concerned about the fact that you maybe weren’t… Glamorous, or girly or anything. I was more concerned about the fact that I couldn’t breathe, and that I was probably really unattractive at the current time.” I said with a slight chuckle. But then I cocked my head at her and smirked. ”You actually care what they think? Pat, in no way are you… an Ape. So what if you’re more sporty than girly? So what if you like climbing trees? So what if you… Don’t drool over that stupid Justin Bieber kid. He can’t sing, anyway. You’re you, and I like that about you. You don’t really follow the crowd, even when it’s your best friend. That stood out immediately to me, even without knowing you. You had this air around you that was kind of hard to miss.” I said, then saw that she was done. My smirk grew as I leaned back and let out a satisfied sigh. Now was my turn, and I planned on asking her a lot. Again, I wanted to know everything and anything I could about her. ”Alright… My turn… Let’s see, what does Justin want to know, other than everything?… Hmm” I said, my eyes flickering to Pat with a smile.

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With a smirk, I laced my fingers together then pulled them away from my chest, so that my fingers cracked. I wiggled my now tingling fingers around, and the cleared my throat. ”Okay, first block of questions… ready? I have a lot, so be prepared” I said. I was surprised by how many questions I actually had. They were really simple things, but they made all the difference in the end. ”Okay. Um… First, really simple ones. Favourite colour? Favourite band? Favourite song? Favourite food? Um… “ I said, then stopped, realizing that those were the only really simple one’s. The others one’s I was explanations. I wanted to worm my way into her head and know everything I possibly could. ”Next, what’s your favourite eye colour on a guy, and why? What’s your favourite moment, and why? What’s your favourite place, and why? If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be, and why? What colour is your bedroom? Do you have any posters up? If so, what are they? If you could go back and time and change anything that you’ve done, what would it be, and why? Um…” I stopped, taking a minute to catch my breath, and come up with more questions. I had a ton more, but I wasn’t sure how personal she’d want me to know. ”Hm… I think that’s all… For now. Just one more…” I said, unsure of whether or not I should ask the last one. It’s something that I’d wanted to know, but I wasn’t sure if it was… The right time to ask it. ”Do you get nervous around me? Because… It doesn’t seem like you do, but it’s hard to tell with you… Like, you don’t show what you’re really feeling… So… Do you? And if you… Y’know… Don’t. Then why? What is it about me that either makes you nervous… or doesn’t? Wow, that made no sense” I said then mentally smacked myself. I probably sounded really stupid. ”Okay, well that’s all I can think of for now… You can ask me anything else if you want, after you answer mine of course. We got time” I said, looking out at the rain, unsure of whether or not she’d be comfortable answering my questions. Especially the last one, which definitely made me uncomfortable while asking it.

чσυ ωσи мє σvєr, ιи иσ тιмє αт αℓℓ