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 Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 7:39 pm
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:13 pm
 ==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== "Will you stop calling me Princess? I am not even close to that." She just have her back slouch as her hands leaned on the bed and her head hung low. "And it is none of anyone's business.........but my Mom called....she decides to f*ckin call after 17 years and she expects some respect?!" She let out a menacing tone to her as she grabbed her notebook and almost threw it at the wall as she was pure angry. She was pissed off now. "I will kill her whenever I see her damn ugly face." She then felt like she lost her strength and sat on the floor. "...And why do you even care? You want me gone and I know it, so don't lie to me. I'll get the f*ck out of here as soon as this tour ends if it makes you f*ckin happy that the girl is gonna be out of your damn pretty face!" She then just lets the tears flow down and then have her pigtails flow down. "There I said what I said, and I told you I am not hungry, you'll just be wasting your time anyway..besides I was writing down lyrics."==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:26 pm
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"Look, Laura. I don't know what went on between your parents, but I'm sure the woman had her reasons. And if she didn't, it isn't as if you ever have to see her or talk to her." he knew it was more complicated than that, but the girl seemed so upset; he wasn't sure what else to do. "Like I said, I don't know what happened before, but neither of us know what happened to cause her to reach out. Maybe she realized she pulled a b***h move all those years ago and wants to apologize. Who knows?" Laying back on the bed, he crosses his arms behind his head. "But if I go back in there without you, the guys will be mad. So I'll just lay back here and let you vent your frustration on little ol' me."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:39 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then just looks up; her skin pale and her eyes almost as dark as her emotions now. "Stop trying to be nice to me, I know I am an arrogant b*tch and all. and first off. My Mom was a teenager when she got me..My Father a collegeman.. you would think the man would never like you as a baby.. but he adored me.. Mom is the one who said I was the damn ugly thing and left, not even knowing where I was. Yeah maybe she did realize that she made a b*tchy move and wanted to apologize.. but why does it take 17 years to realize that?! She then just sat there not looking at him as she knew the hatred, he just ain't saying it.. or is it because the taunts at school get to her. "...Fine... I'll go..if it gets you guys to leave me alone for once...But like I said.. I am not hungry..." She then stays up, letting her hair down; not even putting her hair up in Pigtails as she just stands up and walks ot..stopping somewhat and looking at Em in the eyes, she sighs and then walks out to the diner. She didn't even look up to face Mark and Nick..she just wanted to go to bed.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 8:57 pm
►►►►►►►►►►►►♫♛♫◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄◄ His mouth twitched in annoyance at her response, and he resisted the urge to do something aggressive. "Like you said, she was just a kid then. People don't instantly grow up. She's only in her early thirties, she's still learning the ropes of life." he responds, sounding almost insightful. The way things were going, it seemed that Laura hated Em far more than he hated her. Not, of course, that he actually did hate her. He sits up when she agreed to go, leveling his gaze when she stopped to stare at him. He cocked an eyebrow, as if waiting for something. He was, of course, disappointed; she only sighed and left him behind. "And so my life continues to spiral out of control." he says to no one but himself, following behind her at a leisurely pace. Sliding into the booth opposite her, he hardly glances at the food in front of him. Mark and Nick were looking to Laura, expressions of concern clear on their faces.
"Man, Em, what'd you do to her now? Mark asks, looking at his friend with a peeved expression.
"Hey, Birdie, what's wrong? Are you alright?" Nick leaned down over the table, trying to look Laura in the face. While he concentrated on trying to discover the source of the problem, Mark continued to berate his friend.
"Look, man, you have got to let up on the girl. She's good, and she's one of us now. You need to grow up."
"C'mon, tell me what's wrong. We're your friends. Ya gotta let us in, or we can't fix it."
Standing without a word, the brunette pushes the food he had ordered in front of Laura. "Eat." he tells her, his expression and tone flat. He moves purposefully across the restaurant and out the front door, completely avoiding the pretty hostess at the front. Disappearing around the side of the building, Em seems to vanish from sight. Mark and Nick glance at each other, then back to Laura.
"We missed something."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:07 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then looked at Mark with her emotionless face. "Mark..I am not even close to good.. just trust me.." She then just shakes her head as she then sort of blushed from Nick's little concern. "It's nothing...it just involves family matter...that's all. And plus you guys can't fix it.. damage has already been done 17 years ago...no way a Mom can fix those years.." She then just looks down and sees that Em forces a plate to her and leaves...like that. She almost urged herself to get up and apologize but she sat there quiet. "I told you guys I was not hungry, trust me..." She then decided to slowly pick it up the food, and then eats it...feeling a little relief.. and feeling like she owes him something...
Laura came back from the diner with Mark and Nick afterward..she was better but not all the way..she wondered if he was around..she sighs...she feels like a Pr*ck now for what she did...really..she then just gets on the bus and waits at the bus, deciding to wait for him there.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:27 pm
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 9:39 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== When she got in the bus, it felt like to him that it meant nothing at all..even though she kind of planned on apolgizing. She sighs as she kind of walked past him saying her small apology: "Sorry for being a Pr*ck out there and all.." She then got in her room and shuts the door, locking it refusing to let anyone talk to her right now..not even Mark or Nick..right now it was best to talk to Madlinka right now and call. She did by calling her through her cellphone and get her cousin on the phone, she lets out another tear.. the last one going through her cheek. "I'm a wreak Madeline...I can't take it. I don't belong here..." "What you mean Cous'? You were doing just fine last time I saw you. What seems to be the problem now?" She wipes her face as she then laid on the bed facing the ceiling. "Mad'..I am just being a B*tch here.. I am acting like a total arrogant b*tch. I can now see why they want me to leave...even though I know the singer wants me gone because I am not a boy..I am quitting after World Tour..It just ain't me. Drumming for a band is not for me.." There was a pause during the conversation. "WHAT?! Cous'!! You can't quit! This has been your dream since we were kids! You can't quit now because things have not been working out the way you want it. Life is not easy girl! You have been through a lot...don't give up now.." She then just shakes her head losing her breath as she tried to remain cool and not bring in the cry-baby tears. Mad'...I am acting like a bully..I wouldn't blame them if they don't want me around..all I did was argue...argue..and argue..and I'll understand if they don't want me here...I bet Em' wishes Tom was alive or something..so much for being a fan......I just need some sleep Mad'...that's all...night.." She then closes her cellphone, ending the call as she laid on the bed, not putting on pajamas..or even say 'good-night'. She just needed sleep and the day she gets away from them.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 10:22 pm
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~A Few Hours Later~
Having learned his lesson, Em had indeed moved around a bit more while reading his book. He was now draped over the couch, book covering his face as he mumbled quietly in his sleep. Being unceremoniously rolled onto the floor, he sprawls out on his stomach. "Hey." he grumbles, not quite awake yet to be mad. Yawning heavily, he sets his book back up on the couch before rolling over on his back. "We there?" he asks, rubbing his eyes. Receiving a positive answer, he seems content not to move quite yet. After a gentle kick to his side, he eventually sits up. "Yeah, yeah. I'm up." he responds snappily, noting Mark slipping out of the bus. He was probably going to check them in, which normally Em would have done, were he not so dazed with sleep.
"Hey, Birdie, we're stayin' here for a few days. You comin'?" Nick knocked on the door, opening it a bit so that his voice wouldn't be muffled by the wood.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 7:42 am
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She...surprisingly feel asleep a lot quickly then she thought of herself.. The sleep actually made her a little bit better, but she didn't forget that night. She woke up to the sounds of someone knocking on her door..she thought it was Em for a moment and decided it was best to get up...not remembering that it was Nick there...she did hear a voice but it was more muffled up to her. "I'm up...I'm up..." She then got her hair up in Pig-tails and then just swipes her clothes down as she slept with them on..not in the covers as she just got out; her eyes looking a little darker..but it wasn't because of sadness.. "Where are we now?" She forgot where they had to go for the gig as she just needed to be reminded..and also having to remember to get an apple or so..so her brain will start working straight.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 9:28 am
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"Minneapolis." Nick announces, answering both of them at the same time. "Let's go, sleeping beauties." he grins, moving off the bus to find Mark.
"Minnesota?" he asks, though his question would go unanswered. It appeared that he was a lone in the bus, and the idea that Laura may still be present didn't cross his still partially unconscious mind. Pulling the sweater off over his head, he's left with only a slim fitting white t-shirt. Yawning again, he tosses the sweater unceremoniously onto the couch before flopping down beside it. With Mark and Nick off to check in, he felt no need to move just yet.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:28 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She then decided to follow Nick as she couldn't help but feel like Nick was the nicest person she met so far.. Mark was ok, not mean either.. she just wished Em was a little nicer. She then realized they were in the hotel..normally she will be quirky, excited, and all..but now she felt too heavy to even feel excited and joyful.. She then followed the others as she then just kind of followed the others.. taking in the enviroment as she waits for them to be done and be shown to whatever room they are.. She sighs.. she wishes her dad was here or at least she wished she was happy enough so that they won't worry about her.. at least.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 8:52 pm
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Glancing up at the sudden head appearing on his shoulder, Mark flashes a smile. "Yeah, well. Maybe if your sleeping schedule wasn't so erratic you wouldn't be so tired."
"Blah blah blah." Emile responds, voice rough with sleep. "What level are we on?"
"Seven. I know how much you love elevators."
"Just don't let me fall asleep in this one." came the snappy reply. The brunette raised his head only when the receptionist handed Mark the key cards. Giving the woman a sleepy, lopsided smile. With Mark leading the way, the band makes their way to the elevators and up to the seventh floor. When the door was finally pushed open, Em fell sideways onto the couch to sleep. If what he heard was correct, the other two boys were off to explore the city. He didn't much care, already feeling the cities blend together, and seemed content to lay half asleep on the room's couch.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:06 pm
==== ☠ ======== ☠ ==== She followed them to the elevator as she then remembers that they are at the seventh floor..the number they are..everything she needs to remember to make sure she does not go to the wrong room on accident.. she then sees that the two men are gonna explore.. she decided to stay at the hotel room..she was not in a big mood right now. She let the two be as she just decided to sit with the room alongside Em' as she turns on the TV, watching Food Network.. which was a sign that she was getting slightly.. better. Not all the way though since she still had that 'wan' look on her face and her eyes are a little darker...she just didn't feel right anymore.==== ☠ ======== ☠ ====
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 9:41 pm
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